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Baker Karin Pfeiff Boschek Showcases Her Skills With Before & After Shots Of Her Stunning Pie Crust Designs
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Oh, what a surprise, you caught me againâŚ
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This shark is just not having any of your shit today.
Emotion: Mischief
((A pretty rare one for him to show, but every now and again heâll get this little gleam in his eye and a liiiiittle twitch of his lips like heâs trying really hard not to smile. Honestly if he gets that look you know youâre in trouble because heâs got ideas.))
((......I totally missed your birthday didnât I.))
âBy a little less than a month, yes.â
((...whoops. >_>))
âIt was quiet for once, Iâm not complaining.â
âśâśď¸
Skrah groaned aloud in protest when he felt a cold, tiny wet nose prodding his cheek, turning his head away with a grumble and screwing his eyes more tightly shut. A moment later, a soft fuzzy paw began patting at his cheek, then his nose, then his eye, and-
âNutters, get off,â he grunted, reaching up to push the cat away from his face and ignoring her mewl of protest. âGo bother someone elseâŚâ
For about thirty seconds, he was pretty sure heâd won, until he heard a loud âmrrrrâ of protest, followed a moment later by a furry head bumping insistently against his cheek. âAxl, wake up and feed your godforsaken cat,â he said, shoving the furball away again and checking his internal system clock. âBesides, itâs seven and you take forever to get ready, youâve got reports to go over in two hours.â
Silence.
âAxl?â
When he still received no response, Skrah sat up, ignoring the cat bundling herself onto his lap and frowning in concern at the unmoving mass of blankets across the room. Axl could be a heavy sleeper, but⌠âAx? You alright?â
He got to his feet with a soft grunt, worry beginning to settle in the pit of his stomach. Honestly, heâd felt bad for the aged gunner for the past few months, ever since his core had begun to give out. It was inevitable for how old he was, really, but after his core levels had begun to randomly spike and drop to dangerous levels, even Axl couldnât deny that he needed to settle down and take a break from fieldwork for a while.
Even still, despite steadily improving relations between humans and Reploids, gathering the necessary materials to construct a brand-new core that would be compatible with a new-generation prototypeâs body felt like a foolâs errand. âIâll be fine,â Axl had insisted while Xan, their on-site medic, had worked on hooking him up to an external core regulator until they could get the parts that they needed for a more permanent solution. âJust pretend itâs the newest fashion statement. Câmon, Iâve been through worse and survived, right?â
âA-Axl, wake up,â Skrah repeated, placing a hand on the lump of blankets his roommate was hidden under and giving him a light shake. âYouâre freaking me out, donâtâŚâ
His voice trailed off, his mouth hanging open in utter silence as he realized that his background signal scans werenât picking up any signal from the motionless gunner.
Asimov, noâŚ
âAâŚAxâŚâ Skrah considered himself to be a fairly strong person, stonefaced and good at hiding his emotions most of the time. But in that moment, the wave of grief that hit him was so cold, so raw that his voice cracked before he could even think to steady himself. âYouâŚyou said youâdâŚyouâd be fine, youâŚâ
A soft, pained sound slipped past his lips, and he laid his head down near Axlâs shoulder, feeling as though someone had reached into his chest and ripped a distinctly gunner-shaped piece out of his core with their bare hands. And he somehow doubted that anyone would be able to put that piece back any time soon.
âWe do it because we care.â And she saw that gleam, Skrah. âFor the record your hair is nice, in my view. Not mop-like at all. Ah, by the by, have you any plans for the holiday coming up?â
âYes yes, I know,â he said with a light wave of his hand. âAxl says that someone has to keep me from turning into a statue. And not as far as Iâm aware, no; fireworks arenâtâŚthe best idea in my home world. I might just spend the night with my girlfriend and relax.â
âThey arenât?â Holding herself back from a âWeeping Angelâ joke. âThatâs too bad. I know the town near my homeâs planning a big display.â
âNo, unfortunately- with our luck, weâd get in trouble with four different police departments for the possession of live explosives.â He shook his head mildly. âItâs all right, I prefer a quiet night in if I have the choice.â
âOh, I beg to differ. Especially with a grumpy-pants like you.â And she wonât hesitate to use secret weapons Skrah. SHE KNOWS YOUR WEAKNESS.
âAt least Forte stopped calling you âMopâ?â
âYou know, for a guy who mostly minds his own business I sure do get picked on a lot.â He rolled his eyes, a faint, subtle gleam of amusement in his gaze nonetheless. âNo. No, Forte still calls me Mop. Iâve given up on being annoyed about it, itâs too much effort.â
âWe do it because we care.â And she saw that gleam, Skrah. âFor the record your hair is nice, in my view. Not mop-like at all. Ah, by the by, have you any plans for the holiday coming up?â
âYes yes, I know,â he said with a light wave of his hand. âAxl says that someone has to keep me from turning into a statue. And not as far as Iâm aware, no; fireworks arenât...the best idea in my home world. I might just spend the night with my girlfriend and relax.â
âOhhhh stoppit.â Just for that Skrah, you get your hair ruffled. âWhat image? This one?â Indicating the evidence of a little toddler, all smiles and dirty from the puppy heâd been playing with. âI bet your brother would love to see theseâ
âYes,â he replied without missing a beat, still somehow managing to keep a completely straight face. Even while having his hair ruffled (when was the last time anyone had ever ruffled his hair anyway?). âThat one. Axl spent enough of the next two weeks after that teasing me and calling me cute, he doesnât need you to help him.â Granted Axl teased him on a daily basis, but he was used to it by this point.
âOh, I beg to differ. Especially with a grumpy-pants like you.â And she wonât hesitate to use secret weapons Skrah. SHE KNOWS YOUR WEAKNESS.
âAt least Forte stopped calling you âMopâ?â
âYou know, for a guy who mostly minds his own business I sure do get picked on a lot.â He rolled his eyes, a faint, subtle gleam of amusement in his gaze nonetheless. âNo. No, Forte still calls me Mop. Iâve given up on being annoyed about it, itâs too much effort.â
âOh come on Skrah, crack a grin. Your tiny self was adorable to experience. I even still have those animal drawings you made for your brother. You knowâŚThe ones ones with the kitties~â
âGrinning would sully my image.â Now he was just being smarmy about it all the same, but his point still stood. âBesides, I smiled enough as a toddler for three lifetimes. I was also apparently a far worse artist.â
âOhhhh stoppit.â Just for that Skrah, you get your hair ruffled. âWhat image? This one?â Indicating the evidence of a little toddler, all smiles and dirty from the puppy heâd been playing with. âI bet your brother would love to see theseâ
âYes,â he replied without missing a beat, still somehow managing to keep a completely straight face. Even while having his hair ruffled (when was the last time anyone had ever ruffled his hair anyway?). âThat one. Axl spent enough of the next two weeks after that teasing me and calling me cute, he doesnât need you to help him.â Granted Axl teased him on a daily basis, but he was used to it by this point.
âI found those baby pictures of Skrah and Forte and Gospel. Score.â
âIâm sure theyâreâŚabsolutely adorable.â
âOh~ They are~ See?~~â
ââŚCompletely. Nothing but the cutest.â
âOh come on Skrah, crack a grin. Your tiny self was adorable to experience. I even still have those animal drawings you made for your brother. You knowâŚThe ones ones with the kitties~â
âGrinning would sully my image.â Now he was just being smarmy about it all the same, but his point still stood. âBesides, I smiled enough as a toddler for three lifetimes. I was also apparently a far worse artist.â
âI found those baby pictures of Skrah and Forte and Gospel. Score.â
âIâm sure theyâreâŚabsolutely adorable.â
âOh~ They are~ See?~~â
â...Completely. Nothing but the cutest.â
âI found those baby pictures of Skrah and Forte and Gospel. Score.â
âIâm sure theyâre...absolutely adorable.â
âď¸âď¸
"Are you...absolutely sure about this, doctor?"
"Of course, why wouldn't I be?"
The Reploid frowned, picking up the gauntlet and examining it for a few more moments. "It...seems a bit much for a security officer," he said at last.
"Skrah, just put them on and see if they fit."
Skrah nodded slowly, doing as his creator instructed and immediately feeling his systems link up with the gauntlets' internal circuitry. "Electronic connections are stable," he reported, giving his arms a shake. "Fit seems to be good, no sliding and they aren't too tight. But-"
"But?"
"Do I really need retractable spikes on my arms, Dr. Rudkan?" Skrah glanced over at the second piece of armor, which would cover his upper body. "And on my shoulders?"
Rudkan merely smiled, a soft, rusty chuckle escaping him as he gave the Reploid's arm an affectionate pat. "Doctor, honestly," Skrah said, unable to help a flicker of amusement. "I'm a security guard, not a medieval knight."
"Exactly," Rudkan said with a nod. "I built you to protect, not to kill, but I also expect you to be able to defend yourself and those around you in dire situations. Infected Reploids do crop up now and again, even in this age."
"That explains the coding for the plasma blades, but...I still think the spikes are a bit much."
"Well, think of it this way. Given the choice, would you rather be in a fistfight, or intimidate someone out of trying anything in the first place?"
"I suppose when you word it like that..." Skrah still looked uncertain, carefully inputting the signals to retract the spikes on both of his arms, as if he didn't want to think about it too hard. "I just pray to Asimov that intimidating people is all I'll ever need to do."