#botjock

[chillingwithasloppystyle]

Moze-The Botjock Can’t wait for the 3rd of April D:

[timetear]

❝ the only way you’ll learn is by watching, so watch. ❞ LEO 4 NEWT

altered carbon sentences.  ( + accepting! )

He wasn’t playing with the bot. He was maybe playing with the bot.

          “I’m more of a kinesthetic-learner kind of man myself, but sheesh. Okay.”

Newton holds his hands up like the criminal he’s not. Because, come on, let’s be real, if anyone is a criminal here it’s Leo. With his sketchy, underground (super cool) bot activities.

          “No touching, I get it.”

[shatterdom]

@botjock​ • here

     “Oh, no, don’t say that.” He sounds genuinely a little upset by the implication that he’s at all dangerous, if only because he’s starting to wonder if that’s why people keep skipping out on appointments. My dog ate my dream diary only works so many times, and then it’s just obvious that he’s being stood up. “I’ll get a reputation.”

     He’s spent too long feeling sorry for himself and not long enough actually sourcing his band-aids. They’re buried under a pack of latex gloves. On his way back over to Nova he reflects that this might be the most surgical thing he’s done in a good long while. He puts his hands on her shoulders to steer her over to sit on his desk, and takes her arm with a level of care he’d apply to handling eggs or expensive commemorative plates. “Oh. D’you have a preference?” He offers her the tin to take her pick. It’s Jaeger-themed. For kids, you know. “I think I ran out of Crimson Typhoon ones.” 

[shatterdom]

@botjock (leo) liked

     “Hey.” His eyebrows have fused together, alchemy-like, to form one big one. The interview was meant to start five minutes ago. Frannie’s nowhere to be seen. Oz does big talk, not small talk.

     He looks sidelong at Leo. “D’you want a Magic Star.”

[bunburie-a-blog]

@botjock (sam)

     “Hey champ. You sneaking or is that just how you walk? No judgement but your gait’s kinda got a whole – escaped convict vibe going on.”