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Dice. Clone

[gamblingwithdice]

Failure by Design//Dice & Sam

[gamblingwithdice]

sammilonglegs:

Samanthia followed Dice, trying to straighten up everything in her wake. She couldn’t help her destructive nature, it was in her genes. She, unfortunately, made sure of that. But it was okay. She didn’t mind cleaning up her messes. It just made her feel that much more motherly. 

As she turned. she saw Dice fighting with a mannequin over a shirt it was holding. She was about to intervene but the mannequin fell to the ground and Dice laughed.  “Oh honey.” She sighed, rushing over to the prone dummy. Employees started to look at her and she just quickly and quietly apologized to them. She was going to have to have a little talk with Dice in a moment, but when she turned Dice was holding up two sweaters. For a moment Samanthia was confused at her gestures but then the sweater was shoved over her head. 

“Oh! Dice honey! Give me–!” She tried to snake her way into the sweater and once she was in, she looked down. Dice wanted them to have matching sweaters. Samanthia smiled and tried not to cry. “Oh baby of course! I would love to have a matching sweater with you!” Overcome with motherly love, She pulled Dice into a hug and kissed the side of her head. 

Dice simply nodded at the people Samanthia spoke to, not really listening to what they were saying or taking notice of any of the employees glaring at her. With a vigorous nod, Dice clapped excitedly as Samanthia put on the shirt. It looked so good, just as Dice pictured in her head. They would both look great, so great, especially together.  

Dice felt a strange tingling sensation, a sort of warmth bubble up in her chest, with a matching sensation in her cheeks.  She reached her hand to her face, pressing her finger tips onto the spot where Samanthia kissed her; it didn't feel bad, no- quite the opposite actually, it was a good feeling. She liked this feeling.  Dice felt her cheeks get warm and her instinct was to immediately try to smother it with her hand before realizing that it wasn’t a bad thing, at all. 

They should go shopping more often. This was fun. 

[onaluckystreak]

i’ll do anything you say, if you say it with your hands // luckydice

[gamblingwithdice]

onaluckystreak:

“Gunna take that as a no ‘bout the belly,” he sighed and shook his head, straightening up. “A’ight, lets go do that hair, Dice. What color did you want? I think a bright red would look good on you–oh man, maybe even a groovy purple?” He stood and moseyed on over to what held their things, it was something of a chest where they kept some treasures that they brought back from various missions. “See, so, like, we’ve got a ton of bangin’ colors to choose from–which d’ya like?”

Dice followed Lucky to take a peak at the colors, resting her chin on his shoulder. Dice’s eyes squinted and her head tilted as she held her cheek for a moment focusing on all the colors. Hard decision, this was such a hard decision! And there were so many to choose from. So many. She opened her lips as if to say “ummm” though no sounds came out before deciding that Lucky made a good point. Purple would look ‘groovy.’ So with a snap of her fingers and small she chose that. 

The human (clone? clone) contact, though small, was comforting and so she wrapped her arms around Lucky burying her face in his back. She thought it would make her feel better, and to a point it dice but it also made her feel sad. Really sad. Like something bad would happen if she let go.  So she didn’t, for a moment, thinking about how happy she would be once the three of them were together again. 

[jjotarofuckerinactive]

[gamblingwithdice]

Failure by Design//Dice & Sam

[sammilonglegs]

Dice’s smile made Samanthia’s heart warm. She didn’t care what anyone said, Dice was her beautiful little girl. Barnabas could go choke for all she cared. Her daughter came first. 

Right as she was about to help Dice out of her dress, she rushed off to another rack. Samanthia grabbed her original clothes from the dressing room and followed her. They were getting the dress and as long as she didn’t run out of the store with it on, they were fine.  Samanthia gladly took all of the clothes that Dice handed her and draped them over her arm. While this trip was suppose to only be an hour or so, Samanthia was more then willing to spend the whole afternoon out with her picking out and trying on dresses. As long as Dice was happy, she was too. 

[gamblingwithdice]

Dice went through grabbing and touching everything that caught her eye, making sure Samanthia was not far behind. (Samanthia could not be left by herself-- what would she do without Dice?) She spotted something else she liked, quickly taking it before realizing someone else held on to it.

Dice looked down at her and she tugged and tugged at the clothes Dice held onto. She stayed unmoving, staring at this woman's’ expression; made Dice curious, it seemed...not happy was it? What was another word for that. Angry? Maybe. Dice got bored of thinking about it, letting go of the garment, allowing the woman to fall to the floor. Dice laughed,  why did she fall like that? 

Dice continued laughing as she walked away, settling down after walking a bit. Her eyes immediately fell on a sweater-no-- two sweaters, the only two left. An idea popped into her head before she grabbed them, making a b line straight to Samanthia.

She stopped right in front of her, excitedly holding up the sweaters. Wait, she thought for a moment, Dice had to properly explain this. She stopped hopping around, clearing her throat before slowly, and pointedly, holding a sweater up to her chest, and the other up to Samanthia. This is for me, and this is for you. Without waiting for a response, Dice put one sweater on the nearest surface, taking the other one off the hanger and immediately trying to put it on Samanthia. 

[onaluckystreak]

i’ll do anything you say, if you say it with your hands // luckydice

[gamblingwithdice]

Dice sometimes wished he was smarter, although she had learned a lot from her short time being alive there plenty of things she still didn’t understand . She often thought that maybe she’d be less trouble , maybe those she loved would like her more, and she’d be less of a nuisance. These thoughts came almost frequently, but they never stayed long, as Dice never lingered on them.

Dice offered Lucky a shrug, why wouldn’t he believe her? She shook her head and took t he pinching hand on her cheek. She looked at him quizzically, he hadn’t had anything to lose in the tub in the first place, surely he must have been joking, and even though this thought came to Dice’s head she still followed his gaze to where it went. She scowled for an instant, but it quickly dissolved into smile and laughter. She took the hand she still held and pushed the foam filled palm on Lucky’s face as a mock slap, crossing her arms and yielding to Lucky’s dumb point. 

[onaluckystreak]

“You and Chip are always gunna be safe with me around, okay?” He felt the need to say that, wanting to circle back to their friend, to the relationship between the three of them. They weren’t exactly siblings, but were closer than that, and shared a different sort of bond. Lucky smiled and touched at Dice’s nose, “We’re never lettin’ Chip do some whacked shit like that again, yeah? No more pods.” He nodded once and grabbed the soap again. “But, for now, we’ve gotta keep on gettin’ clean, Dice.”

Being with her was comfortable and calming. Lucky often felt on-edge and ready for action, but when the three of them were alone, especially when Lucky was with Dice, it felt good. “Did your belly heal yet? If not, Imma do your hair like I said I wanted to. Scis bought the stuff for the colored hair, remember? We can use it, it’ll make the color last longer, pretty sure.” Lucky gave Dice a reassuring smile, and waited for her to respond.

[gamblingwithdice]

The mention of Chip automatically made Dice frown, and she motioned to get out of the tub, to leave check n Chip immediately, but Lucky kept talking and she calmed, sitting back down. Lucky was right, Chip would he okay a the three of them would be together again and Dice could be super happy. Like, super, super happy. Dice had ot be elss sad to give Chip mre happy when he was better. Dice nodded along, realizing to late she agreed to continue getting clean. Well, that's okay, since it's with Lucky.

Dice purposefully ignored Lucky's question, all of a sudden ecited at the prospect of coloring her hair. She beamed at him, already feeling a log better. How did Lucky always know what to say? How did he do that? Dice had to ask him some time.

[gamblingwithdice]

Failure by Design//Dice & Sam

[gamblingwithdice]

Dice had liked it, they thought it was… Whats the word? Pretty? Yeah, Dice found it was pretty, meaning he liked to look at it. So, it was only natural that they wanted to try it on immediately, but Samanthia quickly put a stop to that, letting Dice pout all the way to the dressing rooms. 

Dice wasn’t particularly a fan of small spaces, but if that’s the way Samanthia said it had to be done then that’s the way Dice would do it. It was odd, there was a door, and a mirror- several mirrors actually, it was very odd. Was one not enough? 

They shook their head before realizing Samanthia couldn’t see them. Right. They raised their hand and shook it. Dice could surely do this by themselves. Surely. Their shirt was off and Dice took a moment before even trying anything on. They looked at themselves in the mirror, pulling and tugging at parts of their skin, their cheeks, their chest, even their arms. 

They snapped their attention back to the dress, only having minimal trouble putting it on. They opened the door and peeked out, making sure Samanthia, ever patient, was still there. If Dice liked it, they were sure Samanthia would too. 

[sammilonglegs]

It wasn’t the first time Dice leaned more towards feminine clothing. Gender, of course Samanthia knew, was a social construct that the clones had no perception of. It wasn’t odd at all for Dice to do this, in fact, it was actually interesting to Samanthia. When the clones were made, they were made with DNA that contained XY chromosomes and to see Dice lean in the way of more feminine things proved that the clones were self aware and more ‘real’ then they had first thought. 

Dice waved their hand over the door and Samanthia smiled. I’m right here baby, get dressed.” She said. She heard some shuffling then the door opened a bit with Dice’s head poking out. “Come on, let me see!” They walked out with the dress on and Samanthia could feel her eyes water. 

”Oh my goodness.” She clutched her chest and looked Dice up and down. “It looks so nice on you baby!” She turned Dice around and made sure the Dress was zipped all the way up and that it fit properly. “Do you like it?” She asked, ready to get them ten more that looked like it. 

[gamblingwithdice]

Dice could only pick out a few words from what Samanthia was saying, but they were good ones, great ones even, like the word nice, and baby. She felt her cheeks get warm, though she couldn't pin point why, and couldn't pay enough attention to it to care. Dice nodded vigorously, so vigorously she had to force herself to stop from getting dizzy.

She pointed at the dress, trying to say that she wanted to keep it. Apparently you couldnt just take things for yourself. You had to ask for it. Yeah, that's right, right? You have to ask for it and then you can take it. Dice couldn't remember if she ahd to wait for an answer after asking, that was where she found herself at a loss.

She beamed at Samanthia, hr smilew as contagious and that's one of the many things Dice liked about her. There were a lot of things Dice like about her. Too many to thinka bout ight now she decided. She glanced up and saw something else catch her eye, immediaately making her way over.

[beellez]

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[onaluckystreak]

i’ll do anything you say, if you say it with your hands // luckydice

[onaluckystreak]

Lucky had been told that he many things. He was something of a leader to his squad mates, he was one of the pride and joys of a trio of scientists, and he was a clone. Though technically, he was real, had a beating heart and a desire to change, there was nothing truly real about him. He was created in a lab with one sole purpose, and if he were to deviate from that purpose, a quick extermination would do the trick.

And there lied the problem. Lucky wanted nothing more than to learn and to live. He wanted to explore the human world, be human, exist among them and do as he’d like. But that would never happen. Would Lucky even age?

The thoughts abandoned his head when he was with Dice though–as well as when he was with Chip. He was free those times, felt something close to what he thought Those Real People felt. “What? Change the subject? Pft, how am I supposed to actually believe you?” He smirked and pinched her cheek lightly. “This could all be a trick, yo…” Lucky’s eyes went comically wide and he searched around him, trying to make Dice laugh. He pretended to be searching for something he’d lost: “Dice, do you see the point around here somewhere?”

[gamblingwithdice]

Dice sometimes wished he was smarter, although she had learned a lot from her short time being alive there plenty of things she still didn't understand . She often thought that maybe she’d be less trouble , maybe those she loved would like her more, and she’d be less of a nuisance. These thoughts came almost frequently, but they never stayed long, as Dice never lingered on them.

Dice offered Lucky a shrug, why wouldn’t he believe her? She shook her head and took t he pinching hand on her cheek. She looked at him quizzically, he hadn't had anything to lose in the tub in the first place, surely he must have been joking, and even though this thought came to Dice’s head she still followed his gaze to where it went. She scowled for an instant, but it quickly dissolved into smile and laughter. She took the hand she still held and pushed the foam filled palm on Lucky’s face as a mock slap, crossing her arms and yielding to Lucky’s dumb point. 

[gamblingwithdice]

Failure by Design//Dice & Sam

[sammilonglegs]

Samanthia let Dice have as much freedom as she could, letting them touch all the clothes, opening and closing zippers and pockets all they wanted, letting them take as much time as they needed. Their thought development took longer then the other clones and Samanthia figured that touching and seeing things for themselves made learning a whole lot easier. She tried her best to clean up after them as much as she could as they went a long. 

Finally, Dice found something they liked and began to undress in the middle of the store to try it on. “Oh baby no, you can’t do that here.” She said, smiling with a slight giggle. “There’s a room we go into to do that.” She helped Dice put their shirt back on, took the shirt they wanted to try out and lead them to the dressing rooms. 

There was no line which Samanthia was grateful for since Dice could get a bit fussy waiting. They got a number and a room. “Do you need me to go in there with you?” she asked. The room was small and this was a new environment so she wasn’t sure how Dice would react. She just wanted to make sure everything went smoothly. 

[gamblingwithdice]

Dice had liked it, they thought it was... Whats the word? Pretty? Yeah, Dice found it was pretty, meaning he liked to look at it. So, it was only natural that they wanted to try it on immediately, but Samanthia quickly put a stop to that, letting Dice pout all the way to the dressing rooms. 

Dice wasn’t particularly a fan of small spaces, but if that’s the way Samanthia said it had to be done then that’s the way Dice would do it. It was odd, there was a door, and a mirror- several mirrors actually, it was very odd. Was one not enough? 

They shook their head before realizing Samanthia couldn’t see them. Right. They raised their hand and shook it. Dice could surely do this by themselves. Surely. Their shirt was off and Dice took a moment before even trying anything on. They looked at themselves in the mirror, pulling and tugging at parts of their skin, their cheeks, their chest, even their arms. 

They snapped their attention back to the dress, only having minimal trouble putting it on. They opened the door and peeked out, making sure Samanthia, ever patient, was still there. If Dice liked it, they were sure Samanthia would too. 

[onaluckystreak]

i’ll do anything you say, if you say it with your hands // luckydice

[onaluckystreak]

Lucky glanced back and saw the imminent frown on Dice’s face and immediately turned back around to correct this grave error. “Hey–whatcha frownin’ for?” He asked, tilting his head to the side and pushing Dice’s hand away. No more time for washing–Dice was upset, and this wasn’t about Chip. Lucky was sure of this. 

He reached forwards, even if it ached, and stroked Dice’s face. He liked to treat Dice gently, liked to be soft with her because he knew that she thought of herself as mainly hard edges and destruction–but this was not true. Lucky knew better. In fact, Lucky knew Dice better than Dice knew herself!

“What’s the matter huh?” Lucky leaned forwards and bent, looking up into Dice’s face, under the curtain of hair. He grinned at her and did as she did before, pushing her face up to look at him–“M’fine, just a lil hurt here and there, y’feel?” He leant forwards and pressed his lips to her cheek. 

[gamblingwithdice]

Another thing Dice was incredibly horrible at was hiding her emotions, she couldn’t help having a very expressive face, and that was apparently enough to let others no what she was feeling, at least that was the vibe she got from everyone around her. Even so, she tried it faking it. She shook her head and her eyes darted around the room. She shrugged, pretending she had no idea what Lucky was talking about. What frown?  She sighed, deflating, quickly realizing Lucky could see right through her.

Dice gave him an unimpressed look, as if she didn’t believe him, but the contact surprised her, and suddenly the stomach tinglies were back again. She reached her hand up, fingers lightly brushing her cheek. She felt a bit like hiding, but her hair wasn’t quite thick or long enough for that, but still she tried. Attempting to play off how happy it made her feel, holding back her giggle and settling for a simple smile. There, see? Let’s move on.

[onaluckystreak]

i’ll do anything you say, if you say it with your hands // luckydice

[onaluckystreak]

Lucky let out a booming laugh and scrunched his face, trying to swat at the bubbles that were blown towards him. But–according to Dice, this was not allowed. Her fingers gripped his chin and Lucky kept very still as Dice worked on him–it almost made him feel like some sort of masterpiece. He smiled and watched her move, watched her move the bubbles this way and that. “Ya tryin’ to cover this mug? I’m too pretty–you right.”

Dice smiled and Lucky felt his chest get warm. “Yeah, yeah, I get it–much better now that I’m covered up. Won’t blind anyone.” He gave Dice a toothy grin as she took away the bubbles and wiped at his face. “Wait–am I blinding peeps ‘cause my face is good? Or bad?” He joked, letting Dice touch at his face and play with the parts–the piercings and the hair that stuck to it.

The pout got to him, needless to say. “A’ight, a’ight,” he turned around and let Dice get a turn at his back–even though this wasn’t really his own bath, but whatever. Lucky winced when Dice touched at his back–he hadn’t wanted to show his injuries at all–he felt like shit, but hey, he was supposed to be taking care of them. His pain was more internal, his insides were bruised and possibly broken but in time, he would be fine. “Careful there,” he said with a smile, looking back to Dice with a wink.

[gamblingwithdice]

Dice immediately stopped in her tracks. when Lucky spoke. Careful, right, pfft, she could do that- except not really. She had of habit of breaking... well nearly everything she touched, and Lucky was already hurt, she didn’t want to make him more so. Suddenly she was not enthusiastic about doing this at all. 

Dice considered leaving the tub and letting him have his own bath. And although part of Dice told her that Lucky would be fine on his own he always was, and that she would make it worse. She snapped herself out of it, going back to the motion of scrubbing his back and  trying to be as gentle and effective as possible. Knowing Lucky, he probably wouldn’t let her know when he really felt pain. Stupid, stupid Lucky.

She continued on with more confidence, but couldn’t help the sad expression on her face. Once she was done with his back she signaled for him to turn back around. Dice moved to do Lucky’s leg but hesitated, deciding to that maybe starting elsewhere would be a good idea.

[onaluckystreak]

i’ll do anything you say, if you say it with your hands // luckydice

[onaluckystreak]

Lucky’s body felt warm as Dice helped him. There was a tingle inside of him, which made him a little confused–because what did that mean? Was something wrong with him? Was he getting–sick? Lucky met Dice’s eyes and smiled, trying to forget. He wasn’t sick. He couldn’t be, really, right? He had Dice and Chip to take care of anyway. “M’fine,” Lucky muttered, catching Dice looking at his leg. “Lemme take care of ya.”

The movements went natural. Lucky switched from the showerhead, to the spout and helped Dice settle in the water. “A’ight,” he said, getting the soap and motioning for Dice to turn around. “Gunna do your back. Give your belly time to try an’ self heal. And Imma do your hair, too–love doin’ that shit–but later though,” he said happily.

There were no words to be said, as they knew each other well enough that really, they had no need of them. But Dice also understood that Lucky was the sort who was never quiet about anything. Even so, the silence was natural. Gently, but with good pressure, Lucky scrubbed at Dice’s back, getting rid of all the dirt and blood that had stuck there–along with a piece or two of fabric. “Chip’ll be okay,” Lucky said. “This time tomorrow he’ll be out an’ wreckin’ shit up–okay, turn.”

Dice did as told and Lucky grinned once he saw her face. “This view’s much better,” he said, taking a bunch of bubbles and putting them on her nose. “Whaddaya think of that, eh?” Lucky laughed, taking more bubbles and putting them on top of Dice’s head. “Yeah. I’m thinkin’ that’s a good look. Groovy as hell.”

[gamblingwithdice]

Lucky always seemed to know what to do and say to make Dice smile. Sometimes it was accompanied by her face feeling warm, and her stomach feeling tingly (though right now, that was likely due to the regeneration). The sensations were strange and weird but since it was caused by Lucky, Dice considered it a good feeling. A wonderful feeling.

Dice raised her brows and formed her lips into a pout at Lucky’s antics before breaking into a giggle. She took some of the bubbles in her hand, blowing in towards his face, still giggling. She waved his hands away before he could take any of it away. She placed her thumb and fore finger around his chin, Nooo, hold still, she wanted to move the foam around just so. She broke into a wide smile. Perfect.

She got some water to get the bubbles off of him, wiping his face gently. Lucky had a nice face, at least Dice thought so, she quite liked it. She kind of got distracted playing with his face, but soon enough she was back to business. Clean business. Dice moved to scrub Lucky, since it was his turn now, but he seemed resistant. Dice gave him a stern pout, hoping he would relent. 

[onaluckystreak]

i’ll do anything you say, if you say it with your hands // luckydice

[onaluckystreak]

He stumbled a little, as Dice had always been the strongest of the three of them, when she poked his chest. “Me? Nah,” he waved away the pointer finger and gave Dice a very strict look–“Hey now, we’re here for you,” Lucky turned on the shower and touched the water (he’d seen people on TV do it, but he didn’t really know which was hot and which was cold–the temperatures weren’t nearly extreme enough to actually feel.) “Okay,” he stood with his hands on his hips. “We’ve gotta…” He scrunched his nose and thought for a moment–”Lemme get you summa that real nice soap, yeah?”

He remembered taking some from a store because it reminded him of Dice. It smelled nice, and the color was purple (which Lucky thought that Dice looked amazing in,) which meant that it was perfect. He dug through his things and returned triumphant. “A’ight, let’s get ya in there,” Lucky said, trying to help Dice into the bath–but he was not so, ah, lucky here.

His leg had been hurt in the fight, as had his arm–which meant that maybe he wasn’t the best support system in the world. So, although he was able to get Dice in quite fine, Lucky himself fell in, and his clothes (as well as Dice, now) were completely wet as he splashed everywhere. “Oh man,” he groaned–but the sound soon turned into a laugh and he smiled up at Dice. “Okay, maybe you were right–but I don’t wanna be hearin’ no I told you sos, ‘kay?” Carefully, he stood up, and began to strip carefully.

[gamblingwithdice]

Dice raised her brows at him, biting her lip to stifle a laugh and doing so unsuccessfully. She tried to help him out to get undressed, ignoring whatever pain she felt, before settling back down.She look at him, most notably his leg, something must have happened to it right? Dice tried to recall the fight, at least the details of it,  but the memory only proved to upset her, so she decided to forget about it. 

Most of the damage she had sustain was in her arms and stomach, but she always did her best not to mind it. That’s what she was for. She took the time to look at the soap Lucky had gotten her, it was one of her favorite color, which was enough to make her like it honestly. She couldn’t help but be excited to use it, but for right now she simply looked at it.

Simply looking at at it and waiting for Lucky- like Samanthia always said. Patience is avert you. or was it Patience is above you? Patience is a advert. She winced suddenly getting a headache, she massaged her temple. She blew her hair in the air, giving Lucky a rather impatient look before perking up as he made his way over. 

[onaluckystreak]

i’ll do anything you say, if you say it with your hands // luckydice

Most missions went as planned. They were easy, and the three of them escaped with just a few bumps and bruises–which were of course then followed up by the scientists, who were more than invested and interested in their recuperation. But–ever so often, missions went badly, and they were hurt. These times, they bandaged one another up and avoided the scientists as much as possible. This mission was one of those times.

They’d almost lost Chip. A feeling of emptiness ate at Lucky when he and Dice saw Chip in the pod to heal up and fix himself. They’d done it themselves, as they didn’t want to shame the scientists nor Barnabas. They were not alerted to their return. Fuck that, Lucky thought, wrapping an arm around Dice’s middle and leading her to their quarters.

It was plain. There wasn’t much, as they hadn’t existed long, but things were slowly livening up. Anything interesting that Lucky found, he was sure to bring back. Normally, they were shiny, and to humans they were worthless–but they meant the world to him. “Here,” Lucky said, Dice being more than a little unresponsive–possibly too shocked and angry about Chip, “oh man, your clothes…” Lucky slowly helped Dice get out of them–parts were singed and some other sections disintegrated in his hands.

“C’mon,” he said, big grin on his face. There was really nothing to be smiling about, but all Lucky wanted was to take care of the one that he actually could take care of. He held his hands open for Dice to take, ready to lead her to the baths.

[gamblingwithdice]

From the moment they left Dice kept replaying the events in her head, trying to see where she’d gone wrong, what she could have done to prevent this terrible outcome. Chip, chip had to get in that stupid fucking pod and Dice would never know when she would see him again. She stood there, outside his pod for who knows how long before being pulled away, eyes never breaking contact with the pod until they left the room. 

Lucky was talking to him and Dice couldn’t help but tune out what he was saying, something about showing her something. Eventually Dice’s gaze left the floor and up to Lucky, the ringing in her ears stopping and her finally hearing what he was saying. A bath? Oh, he looked down at his rather disheveled clothing, he let Lucky take them off without much resistance or eye contact. 

She couldn’t match Lucky’s smile with one of her own, which only seemed to make her angrier at herself. She took Lucky’s hand pulled him towards her,burying her face into his shoulder and  wrapping her arms around him- gently of course, she didn’t want to hurt him.  She eventually let go, letting him lead her to the baths. 

Lucky readied the bath and Dice focused on snapping herself our of a daze. They’d be alright- the three of them, alright and together again soon enough. Lucky turned back, motioning for her to enter, but Dice stayed unmoving. She furrowed her brows and pouted; she poked Lucky in the chest, as if to say ‘what about you.’

[vicentja]

[gamblingwithdice]

Failure by Design//Dice & Sam

[sammilonglegs]

One of the downsides to having a bottom half that is spider? No human reproductive system. Samanthia couldn’t have children and she thought she had made peace with it a while ago but has she got older, the thought started to bare down on her, so when Barnabas came to them with the idea of these clones, she saw it as a chance to create life. Sure it wouldn’t be genetically her child, and they were essentially weapons, but she, Cory and Juniper made them with their own hands. They were their children and Samanthia refused to see it any other way. 

Dice, the first, was in need of more specialized attention then the other two. Lucky and Chip had less malfunctions and were generally okay on their own. Dice was prone to anger and was too strong for their own good. They tended to get into more fights and wrecked things. She had been advised to terminate them, but they were her child and all they needed was a little more love. They needed a little “Mommy and Me” time, so Samanthia got her cloaking device and took them shopping. 

For the most part, She let Dice lead. They went in and out of stores looking for whatever Dice wanted to wear. She knew full well that they were intelligent and they could make their own choices to spite what others said. “See anything you like sweetie?” She asked.  

[gamblingwithdice]

Samantia let Dice take the lead an Dice couldn’t be more happy, before walking into any store they make sure to ask if it was okay beforehand. Dice did not want to cause any trouble for Samanthia or give her any headache, that would means he didn’t like them anymore and Dice would hate that. 

Dice, at the beginning was very indecisive of what they wanted, they spent the first half of the time just looking, looking with their hands of course. Why was a zipper there? It didn’t open anything, what the heck was its purpose? Some of these things, clothing didn’t have pockets, but Dice figured they didn’t really need any, considering they didn’t exactly carry anything. Maybe holding treats for Quiggley, Dice bet he would like that. 

After making quite a mess of thing with no care in the world, Dice finally found something worth at least trying on and they were about to,  then and there and Dice began taking of their shirt to do so. 

[gamblingwithdice]

Failure by Design//Dice & Sam

Dice had a good- no bad, it was a bad habit, of getting their clothes completely wrecked whenever they went out. That was fine, they thought, having shredded and burned clothes didn’t mean they were being bad did it? Apparently.

So, to Dice’s delight, Samanthia had promised them to take them clothes shopping, so they would at least have some type of wardrobe to go through, instead of just wearing the old same shit. That was nice, Dice thought. Samanthia was so nice and sweet, Dice didn’t think they deserved it.

So there they were, about to leave the laboratory walls Dice called home, on a way to another mall. Dice had frowned at that word, they hadn’t had a good experience the last time they went, but since they were with Samanthia, everything would be okay. Samanthia usually knew what to do to make things better. So with timid posture and longer strides, Dice followed her.