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Unconventional Meeting
Benjamin had always been a fast reader. Was usually able to finish at least two books within one visit of a bookstore. Seeing as a bookworm starts to adapt once they grow up barely having enough money for food, let alone novels. So he’s about four and a half pages away from the end of The Picture of Dorian Gray when he’s interrupted. But Benjamin just keeps his head down and smirks, seeing as acting casual was a skill he had to adapt as well. ”It’s your lucky day, Flux. You’ve hidden with an expert on acting normal.” The hunter finally looks up after a few moments, quirking an eyebrow and holding out his hand. ”'m Benjamin. Care to explain why you're hiding?”
Flux stared at the other before smiling slowly, not used to people actually playing it cool when he asked them to. "Thank God, dude. Thank you." He leaned closer, obviously hiding his face, and shook the others hand, "Ah, I may or may not have screwed over the wrong people. I'd rather not get beaten to a pulp, you know? Thanks again."
Unconventional Meeting
Flux coughed and shoved his laptop in his bookbag, standing and moving as quickly as he could. He was being followed and he knew that. The boy licked his lips and ducked into a bookstore, leaning against a bookcase in front of someone, "Hi, my name is Flux and I'm hiding from some dudes right now so please just act normal."
The problem with having more than one account is that no one knows where I am at any time.
I might be a prototype, but we’re both real inside
au: Flux creates an AI, named “ANN” for his laptop and gets way more than he expected.
I'm walking everyday with a bruised lip, battered eye, beat up stained liver. I'm reaching in my cupboard for a painkiller.
I hope you had a wonderful Christmas bby.
thanks, dude. you too.
Send me headcanons you have about my muse!
It can be about ANYTHING:
Health. Ambition. Sex. Sleep. Love. Hobbies. Pets. Style. Habits. Quirks. Parents. Respect. Drinking. Cleaning. Cooking. Self-esteem. Childhood. Music. Escapes. Children. Decorating. Eating. Fears. Family. Strength. Technology. Friends. Food. Holidays. Secrets. Lies. Work. Weather. Stress. Sickness. Art. Exercise. Hopes. Age. Death. Skills. Dreams.
"…Thanks, dude, but you don’t have to lie."
"I’m not, idiot.”
"... Thanks."
"I’m dreaming of a Christmas where I don’t feel like a useless peace of shit and I know that someone loves me."
"I—I—I…" The words are forced out of her mouth, as if it is out of her hands. "I love you.”
"...Thanks, dude, but you don't have to lie."
"I'm dreaming of a Christmas where I don't feel like a useless peace of shit and I know that someone loves me."
-whispers-
I made a new buddy on Christmas.
I’m happy!
heeeeeyyyyy
"Absolutely not."
"How rude!"
"You know it."
"I'm Flux, by the way."