luck ain't got nothing to do with it

lucky: mist. clone. leader. sb

[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. 

[onaluckystreak]

Lucky’s body was wrapped up in Dice’s arms--this was always good. Dice was strong and good, the same way that Chip was small and squirmy, both great in different ways.”Hey there, you stoked?”

The hug was long, moreso than usual, but Lucky didn’t mind too much. “Hey--I won’t be able to do this hair if we keep on hugging--” Lucky laughed lightly, not meaning it in a bad way. Lucky only wanted to make his friends--both of them--always feel their absolute best. 

There was a funny feeling deep in his pit--he didn’t really know what it was or what was in there. He wondered if he was broken and would have to be fixed up by their Moms again. He didn’t wanna think about it--but the feeling... Wasn’t bad... It was... He didn’t know.

Lucky shook his head a little. “Your hair’s gunna look sick, bruh.”

[venomoustemanu]

Please prove me wrong// Lucky & Cory

[onaluckystreak]

Lucky was never really that eager for examinations, the idea of it always made him feel a little queasy–if that was even a real feeling. He didn’t like the look of the rooms, everything was white and too-clean and too-shiny in not the fun way. But, orders were orders and if these exams were needed, then Lucky would have to be there. He wished he’d told Dice or Chip to wait for him outside, but he wasn’t about to show them that he needed help. That would be whack, and Lucky was everything except whack. 

He walked into the room and scrunched up his nose, but smiled upon seeing Cory there. The grin was a wide and toothy one, and he felt a little more at ease as her voice filled in the silence. It wasn’t always Cory or Samanthia or Juniper that did the examinations. Some of the time, they were too busy, and it had to be some other scientist, one of the more minor ones when it came to their project. Everything went a lot smoother and nicer and way more fun when it was one of the Big Three.

“Heeeyyyy,” the word was drawn out and he hopped up onto the table. “Y’know, I think you grew an inch or somethin’…” Lucky said, squinting at her. “Maybe half of one? Ehhh…” He measured her with his eyes, and shook his head. “Nah, I think it’s the shoes.”

[venomoustemanu]

“Ha. Ha.” she raised her brows at him, grabbing her clipboard, “I see your sense of humor is still intact.” Smile wide on her face. She actually had grown – almost half an inch, about 780 millimeters but really, who was keeping count? “Come on Lucky, you know the routine, as it were.”

“Listen, I know you don’t like these so we’re going to make this quick and painless, okay?” She motioned towards the scale, rocking back and forth as she waited for him to step on it. “Lets see lets see, ooh, take your hat off Lucky” She smiled at im 

Lucky had grown more than the half inch Cory had, and rather quickly too considering how often they did these. Well he was their growing boy. “Okay and let’s check hereeeeee; you gained some weight, have you been eating those macaroons I told you about? They’re delicious, aren’t they?” The thought of them made Cory slightly hungry, “Ooooh, we should get some after this. Don’t you think?” 

She slithered over to the bed, writing down notes as she did. She gave a slight bow as she gestured over to the bed with both hands, making it a bit-too-dramatic invitation. “Come, sit and say sssssssss, I mean, aaaaahhhh…”

[onaluckystreak]

Sure, he knew the routine, but he didn’t particularly like the routine. It was a little... Odd to have Cory right there, in front of him, taking him apart in ways that no one else could--because, well, she was one of his creators. Which--at the same time, was.... Normal? He was used to the laboratory, used to the countless tests and doctors who wanted to know each aspect of their experiences existing--and they truly meant each and every aspect.

So, Lucky sat up straight, swallowing any sort of weird feeling that he had. Cory was his family. The other two of the Big Three were his family. Dice and Chip--they were his family. And he had to protect them and do whatever it was that they wanted, even if he wasn’t that big of a fan.

“Um--” Maybe he did. “They were... Delish??? And that I scream?” His eyes widened. “Fuckin’ dope!!” He laughed at Cory’s eagerness about food, feeling exactly the same way as he disrobed and hopped onto the bed, naked and ready for inspection. He opened his mouth dutifully.

[onaluckystreak]

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

[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.

[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?”

[onaluckystreak]

Not So Diabolical//Chip&Lucky

[chipofftheoldclone]

Chip starred wide eye’d at Lucky as he talked. A party! Chip had seen them on the small television that the scientist had in the lab. Sometimes when he was restless, he’d watch it with Mama Junie and they would have parties on the shows he watched. They were wild and fun filled with food and colorful flashing lights. Oh and all the sweets that Chip’s body could consume! 

“Lets do it!” he jumped off the bed, waiting for further instructions from Lucky. Honestly, he wasn’t sure why they were having a party, what their existence had to do with anything, but he still wanted to. Parties were nice and if this was about giving one to Dice, then even better! If anyone deserved a nice party, it was her. 

“What do we do? How do we start? What should we get?” he asked, his eyes wide with excitement. He wanted the party and he wanted it now

[onaluckystreak]

“Now,” here, this was the start. They could get everything--but what was everything? There were just so many--decorations! From those colorful strips that hung on the walls, from beautiful objects that dangled from the ceiling--that you could hit! Oh-oh there was also rewards that people got just for going to the party! How crazy was that? To celebrate the celebration? Humans thought of everything, didn’t they? “Yo, you gotta keep up with me ‘kay?”

Lucky launched into a description of what they wanted--what was an absolute must. Piñatas, candy--so much candy, streamers and favors and--clearly, Lucky had done a little bit of research. “So, like--we can like, make ‘em, or we can just get them--man, I think Dice she’d like making, it’s that nice stuff, blah--” Lucky made a face, crossed his eyes, let out a noise as he thought of the next line. “Moms can help, but it’s from us, okay?”

[onaluckystreak]

Not So Diabolical//Chip&Lucky

[chipofftheoldclone]

Chip was on the edge of his metaphorical seat, hanging on Lucky’s every word. He made a motion with his hand and said a word so Magical, Chip couldn’t help but burst with excitement. 

“Are you for real?” He asked, grabbing Lucky and shaking him slightly. “This is the best thing ever!” He jumped around a bit until he finally landed his butt on the bed next to Lucky. “What’s a birthday?” he asked, still smiling. The word had no meaning to him, but Lucky made it sound so exciting that he couldn’t help but to bounce a bit. 

Lucky was so smart and so great. Much better then Chip. So when he had an idea, it was exciting no matter what it was. He would always follow Lucky because he was the leader, he always had fun things to do, and maybe if he did what he did, he would be as smart as him and Mama Junie would be proud of him like she was of Lucky. 

[onaluckystreak]

Lucky was beaming. If only everyone could really experience his genius. He only knew so many people, though, so there really could be no way to broadcast it to the world. Mm--either way! “They’re like...” Lucky paused, beginning to think, to make the mechanisms in his mind work and conjure up what he knew of these human birthdays. “Celebrations. Parties--we’ve seen those, remember?”

He didn’t wait for Chip to answer, though, knowing that he understood. Parties were colorful happenings, with ribbons and sweets and cheers and drinks and one of Lucky’s favorite things--dancing. That was where music, this sort of sound in the air, made your body move and jerk and slide and jive and, to this clone, it seemed like the body could talk, could convey emotions and tell stories just by moving to this--beat. “Birthdays, are--” Lucky let out a bit of a laugh, “we exist, righ’? So, we, kind of--we make that a happy-thing. We’re here, let’s throw a party on whatever day we started! Get it?”

The idea was simple--Dice was the eldest of them, technically. She was the first clone made, therefore, Chip and Lucky were younger. They had different days to themselves--which seemed a little crazy, having an entire day to themselves, but hey, it sounded fun, right? Chip and Lucky would make things, have the scientists help them decorate, get those fancy wrapped up boxes, and give them to Dice just to see her smile wide.

Anything for that, really.

[onaluckystreak]

Not So Diabolical//Chip&Lucky

[chipofftheoldclone]

When they had nothing to do, Chip would get fussy and start boncing all around the Lab, which of course made Mama Junie upset. She had givin him a colorful cube to play with in which all the colors had to be macthed up on one side. It kept him occupied for a bit, but once he found out the method it was too easy. Instead, he borrowed a bunch from the toy store and started to time himself. He was about to break a record when Lucky walked in. 

The toy was quickly forgotten and Chip jumped up to great his firend. In no time he was infront of Lucky, jumping up and down. “A Plan!? A groovy plan?” he asked. The groovy ones were always the best type of plans. “What is it? Tell me tellmetellme!” Chip was always excited for anything Lucky had in mind, because it always ended up really fun. 

[onaluckystreak]

“Aight, so--” Lucky started, the excitement was really too much and he wasn’t going to be able to tease Chip with the idea as long as he wanted. Actually, he wasn’t going to be able to tease at all--he wanted to share his brilliance just as much as Chip wanted to know what he was talking about, “I asked the science babes, and we’ve got something in mind for Dice...”

Lucky flopped onto a bed, crossed his feet on the footboard, and stretched. “Wanna know what it is?” But Lucky didn’t really give Chip all that much time, as a few beats later he answered. “Humans do that weirdo thing, well not weirdo, it’s kinda dank as hell? Anyway--birthdays.” By this time, he was sitting up, and his hands spread over his head as the emphasized the last word, expression complete with his wide, sparkling eyes and a big smile.

[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.

[venomoustemanu]

Please prove me wrong// Lucky & Cory

After a quick lunch Cory had hastily made her way over to the examination room to get everything ready. She was thankful that he, Samanthia, and Juniper were usually good about keeping at least this space organized, so it was never much trouble for the next person. 

She had nearly sprinted into the room, sitting and rolling (weee) to where she needed to be. She raised herself all the way up and cursed at how damn tall the examination table was, and how incredibly short her human legs were. She always made a mental note to work on it, but something important always came up- or she would simply forget. 

While messing around with her inducer she heard someone walk in. She quickly looked up and a wide smile broke across her face, “Oh you’re here already! Good, great, come on. Go ahead and take a seat right here for me.” She patted the table with both hands. “How are you? How’s your day been, mm?”

[onaluckystreak]

Lucky was never really that eager for examinations, the idea of it always made him feel a little queasy--if that was even a real feeling. He didn’t like the look of the rooms, everything was white and too-clean and too-shiny in not the fun way. But, orders were orders and if these exams were needed, then Lucky would have to be there. He wished he’d told Dice or Chip to wait for him outside, but he wasn’t about to show them that he needed help. That would be whack, and Lucky was everything except whack. 

He walked into the room and scrunched up his nose, but smiled upon seeing Cory there. The grin was a wide and toothy one, and he felt a little more at ease as her voice filled in the silence. It wasn’t always Cory or Samanthia or Juniper that did the examinations. Some of the time, they were too busy, and it had to be some other scientist, one of the more minor ones when it came to their project. Everything went a lot smoother and nicer and way more fun when it was one of the Big Three.

“Heeeyyyy,” the word was drawn out and he hopped up onto the table. “Y’know, I think you grew an inch or somethin’...” Lucky said, squinting at her. “Maybe half of one? Ehhh...” He measured her with his eyes, and shook his head. “Nah, I think it’s the shoes.”

[onaluckystreak]

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

[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]

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?"

[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]

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. 

[onaluckystreak]

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

[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]

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.

[onaluckystreak]

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

[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]

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.”

[onaluckystreak]

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

[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.’

[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.

[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.

[onaluckystreak]

Not So Diabolical//Chip&Lucky

He’d already talked to their mothers--scientists. They were scientists, they weren’t their parents. Lucky tried to remember that most days, but sometimes the whole family tree or whatever got real confusing. Did they actually feel things? Were any part of them real? Lucky didn’t know, and though he acted as if he didn’t care--there was a small part of him that did.

That was where his brain usually fizzled out for a second.

But, that had nothing to do with what he was planning to do. Dice was on some sort of solo mission, or perhaps it had been training, but it left Lucky and Chip with some free time. “Yo,” he said with a gigantic grin on his face. Lucky was leaning against the doorway of the room with his arms crossed looking over at his friend. “I’ve got me a groovy plan.”

[onlyblockbap-blog]

P.O feeding a confused Zico

[onaluckystreak]

of puppies and innocence // lucky & dice

[gamblingwithdice]

Oh my goodness, oh my god, that was a great idea, that is a great idea! These were thing Dice would say, or rather yell, if he could. That was brilliant, Lucky was so smart he always had the best ideas it was no wonder. Where would Dice be without him.  Without a puppy that was for sure.

Dice looked at him wide eyed, lips twitching into a smile as if to really ask if it was possible, could they really? Maybe then he wouldn’t have to hide Quiggley- maybe they’d let Dice keep him if they trained him proper. They could do it, the three of them. They could do anything, of this Dice was sure. 

Quiggley went from chasing his tail back to dice, with paws right up against his chest.He seemed happy, which made Dice happier.  Dice went from kneeling to sitting and in one swift motion he pulled Lucky closer to him, directing Quiggley’s licks to him. Quiggley. So nice.  He was friendly he really was, Dice was sure he’d be friendly with Chip too. 

[onaluckystreak]

Lucky was smart. He was smarter than his two "brothers", smarter than many people on the street, and, he thought, smarter than the people that gave out the orders. Why else would they ask him and his brothers to do things that they couldn't? They were better, maybe-- even if they had a little trouble doing things. To him, Dice and Chip were the most important people in the whole organization. But sometimes, he wondered of those sensations were real.

Whenever he wondered, his brain would fizzle a little, skip like a scratched record, and he'd get back to whatever he was thinking, way before-- food? A mission? Rest? He could never remember what he'd been thinking of. 

Which is what happened then. His mind wandered as he watched Dice with the animal, and his brain skipped. The wires crossed or something, but he couldn't-- Lucky sighed. A sigh that was cut off by the sudden sensation of Dice yanking him closer, shoving the animal into his face. Lucky was bombarded with kisses. He laughed. "Dice--- bro--" he laughed more. "Gotta get him controlled though. Can't have this lil' guy runnin' round, messin' up everyone. Keep him secret, yeah? Don't say a--" Lucky paused. "You know what I mean." He winked.

Lucky took his hands and ruffled up the puppy, tugging on his ears slightly and placing his lips to its head, a gesture he'd seen humans do in what seemed like affection. He did the same to Dice, right in between his eyebrows. "There--" his pants buzzed, and he made a very disgruntled noise, checking the communicator. "Listen, yo, Imma back later. Boss needs some suaveness goin' his way." He spoke as he began to stand up.