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hiatus announcement???
sarah:
“Killer robot and a bio-terrorist. We make quite the team, Si.” Ruffling his hair, she rolled her eyes. A puppy could strike fear into someone faster than Simon could. It was the thought that counted, at least.
Glancing out of the shop window, she frowned slightly at the sight of rain bouncing off the pavement. Of course. Seattle’s weather was unpredictable at times, but it usually ended with rain. From the looks of things it was only a light shower. With a short sigh, she turned back to him, nodding slightly at the final pair he’d settled on.
“They look good on you, I think they’re the ones you should get. Hey, tell you what, you almost got mugged today, I’ll get them for you.”
he glances outside at the falling rain and groans internally--just... fuck seattle. this place was supposed to be a... well, pardon the pun, a placeholder. he was never meant to stay here for very long, especially with the rainfall being a constant cadence in this damn city.
simon ignores it for now, metal fingers rubbing at a forehead that they contrast with. “no, no, sarah, you don’t need to get it for me. i told you that money’s not an object for me. and you still need to pick out something too.”
???:
❛ — Ohoh~. Looking for a mouthful, are you? Well then, I sure hope you know how to swallow. ❜
…t'ch. Why? For fun, why else? No idiot baring right mind would come all the way out here by their lil’ lonesome to steal his kill, after all. Unless, of course they’re seeking sweet, sweet release. Guess who’s an arrow draw away from showing them a damn good time?
Don’t stop him now!
um... what, now? the robot boy just sort of stands there dumbstruck for the moment over a comment that he honestly wasn’t expecting, and it kind of takes him even longer to be able to forge a reply.
“wow, do you say that kind of shit to any stranger that just sort of bumbles your way, man? you’re very forward.”
ebony:
Ebony rolls her eyes and snatches the remote to keep doing through the channels. It’s late, so most movies are just about ending, but she’s hoping for a late-night gem. “I’ll remember that. Maybe I’m trying to figure out whether there’s a sex drive behind all that innocence.” It’s not really innocence. Simon is probably just preoccupied, but it makes him seem a little dull. “Do you not like the idea of friendly kissing?”
“i don’t really--i guess i haven’t really... experienced it, being like this?” here comes the stuttering now, because this isn’t something he’s really gone through and thought about since waking up in that lab. “i don’t... hate it, i just haven’t really had the time to consider it.” there are about a thousand and one other things that have been on his mind. “--ugh, don’t get me talking about this kind of stuff. i get flustered too easily.”
???:
Whether or not it’s just my playing tricks on me ––– never once had the female felt she was able to relate to another but now she could, but the person is question was a robot. ––––––– “ Life truly does suck, doesn’t it ? “
“yeah, it kinda sucks when you’re not even sure who you are at this point. i don’t even feel like my own person.” he snorts, offering her a shrug. he... appreciates the curiosity, but overthinking it all usually tends to bum him out.
I am an impulsive roleplayer.
I let my muse take the reins and decide what threads to start or reply to in a given day. If the muse doesn’t feel it, it isn’t happening. That doesn’t mean that I hate you or that I no longer want to interact with you; I probably either lost our thread or my muse just said, ‘nah bro.’
I’m sorry I drop threads. I’m sorry I don’t reply to memes. I’m sorry I ignore my asks. I’m sorry I plot things and then don’t do them. I’m an impulsive roleplayer: my muse guides me.
Roleplaying isn’t my job: it’s my hobby. I do it for fun. My muse isn’t my coworker: my muse is my friend. We have fun together. If I started treating this as a job, it wouldn’t be enjoyable for me anymore, and the quality of my content would diminish greatly!
And while we’re on the subject, just because a thread gets dropped does not mean the relationship between our muses is dead!! Thread =/= relationship! We can start something new and continue building their bond! Relationships are important to building new aspects of our muses!
I always want to roleplay with you. Just…perhaps not with that thread. You feel?
so, i’m gonna be a little bit more scarce until the end of the week because i have two tests to study for thursday. i may be here every so often and i’ll be on simon every so often, but i’ve got to focus if i want to do well.
ebony:
“Yeah. If nothing’s on, I’ll settle for action.” Ebony finds Simon’s back useful for drumming on, apparently, tapping her fingers on his shoulder blades while he goes through the channels. While he was gone, she spent most of her time with Dante, doing some cleaning here and there. He isn’t much for cuddling, so their whole arrangement makes her pretty happy. She runs her nail along the length of Simon’s spine, just to see if he hates it like most people do. “Doesn’t romance just make you wanna kiss me? I must do that to you.”
“well, i don’t know how to take that. is someone exposing their true feelings, or are you just teasing me?” jackass. he snorts, though he means it playfully. and he doesn’t mind the nail across his back. in fact, after what she said, he barely notices. “i hate to tell you this, but you look like you have a pretty kissable face anyway. don’t let that go to your head, though.”
???:
“ I don’t know –––– are you ? I’ve never really talked to a robot before. “
“like i don’t hear that just about every day. yeah, i can feel it. i don’t know whether or not it’s just my mind playing tricks on me, but i think i can.”
i’m gonna... attempt drafts, i guess? i don’t know how to fix tumblr’s dickish problem, but it’s worth a try. apologies for anything that comes out looking like garbage.
tumblr’s broken again and anyway here’s wonderwall.
@arrowbound
“i have about a thousand questions but most of them start with why. particularly... why exactly are we doing this again?”
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“ Can you feel it ? “
“er... am i supposed to be feeling something?”
"I'm ready to begin my journey with a full-fledged erection and a heart of ambition."
cr1tikal sentence starters
“-- augustine, do you like... need to talk to somebody about something? anyone but me? because you’re scaring me, and i’m honestly not sure how to deal with this situation.” it’s like... life or death. a desperate situation, not knowing how to react. what does he do but run? running sounds good right now.
ebony:
“Nah, you were here first. I used to sleep in alleys, like, on cold pavement or in abandoned warehouses. This couch is really comfortable compared to that.” Ebony is wriggling herself into a more flat position, basically pulling Simon on top of her. His weight is comfortable, human. The closeness on its own is refreshing enough after spending so much time alone. It’s pretty crazy how easily she’s inviting him back in again, after everything. “We can both stay here tonight. I feel like you could use a solid few hours of being held, right?”
“well, i’m definitely not gonna sit here and say that i mind it,” he murmurs, reaching a chrome-colored hand out to grip the remote and actually turn on his television. it’s definitely of decent quality. as annoying as he’s found dealing with the ARK scientists... well, it never hurts to have a few nice things. “... so what did we agree on, again? some cheesy romance or something? i can’t remember after... falling apart for a few minutes.”
Unstable - Anberlin
I would put this in the top 10 of Anberlin’s best songs to date. It’s beautiful in every way imaginable.
sarah:
“Can’t live up to my dream of being Trinity then, not without a Neo. And the ability to dodge bullets.” The nickname made her smile, averting her gaze to return the various glasses they had collected. Delsin called her that, it was nice to be called something different for a change.
“This is the dorkiest thing I’ve done so far… It’s actually really fun!” Of course she has to try the on. There’s no way Sarah could deny the chance to try on something so ridiculous. The quick glance in a mirror was enough to make her break into laughter. “Ohhh man, I look really stupid with these on, huh? You think they can throw you out for looking ridiculous?”
“pfft, i doubt they’d throw you out when you have someone as intimidating and scary as a killer robot standing next to you, sar.” not that he’s any semblance of scary. the old simon used to cry really easily--if he could cry, he’s sure it would actually happen just as abundantly. good thing he can’t cry over stubbing his toe anymore, right?
it takes him a little bit, but he manages to actually find a pair that he likes... and actually fits his face. the lenses are dark enough to at least somewhat conceal the fluorescence of two glowing eyes. the frame is also just a solid black. it’s simple, but it doesn’t look like neo glasses, so there’s always that.
“i think these are the ones.”
