#problemsolving

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What does a variable mean in basic mathematics terms?

In mathematics, a variable is a symbol, usually a letter like x, y, or z, that represents a value that can change or is not yet known 🔤. Instead of always working with fixed numbers, variables help us think more broadly and solve different types of problems.

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12, 33 and/or 40 for Ars plus their guys, and 1 or 25 for your special mystery box edition, whichever fits The Vibe (tm) more?

Here's some kisses!! Prompts from here. Oops all chargestep. (plus some original work stuff)

2k-ish of various kisses. I don't think? Any warnings really apply?

And 33 answered here

12. Kisses on the corner of their mouth - FHR - Chargestep, 720 words

It’s kind of mesmerizing, watching Arsinoe scale the side of a building. Handholds seem to present themselves without hesitation, their gloved fingers digging into brick or finding safe places to rest on rusted fire escapes.

Better still when they're coming down from a building, towards him, their jacket zipped and mask covering their face. Dropping into freefall for the last portion of it, rolling with the landing and coming to their feet like this is what they do every day of the week. Probably is, knowing them. Knowing the business they're both in.

“Gone,” they report, with a slight shake of their head. “Headed out of the city, I didn’t catch where, exactly. North, but they could double around.”

There’s shades of frustration in there, they’d been trying to catch the group, not just following them as they tried to shake off pursuit. But one of them was handy with a… small explosive of some sort, and it had caught his bike, and they couldn’t keep up with cars on foot. Even if Arsinoe was moving in a straighter line than the poorly-planned Los Diablos roads. Earthquake only made that worse.

Ricardo offers them the energy drink he’d stuck in his jacket pocket when he’d stopped to fill his bike’s tank with now-burned gas. "Here," he says, and they take it from him, frustration blurring to resignation.

Arsinoe pops the tab on the top, and hisses in annoyance when the carbonation fizzes out the opening and over their hand. Mask still over their face, so he can't actually see the glare they shoot his way, but the snap of their head towards him is plenty implication.

“Hazards of the job,” he shrugs, spreading his hands in supplication. “Figured you could use it.”

They shake their left hand out, trying to get the worst of the drink off, before pulling their mask up over their nose to expose their mouth. “Something that isn’t carbonated travels better,” they say, before tipping the can against their lips and taking a long drink.

“What, no thank you?” he jokes, to fill the silence as he watches the motion of their throat as they swallow. “Criticism is all I get, even when I’m being helpful, I see how it is.”

Arsinoe puts the can down on a window sill, and takes a step closer to him. They look up at him through their mask, stare intense despite the fabric in the way.

“You’re too calm about this,” they accuse him, “You don’t like losing someone any more than I do.”

“I got a tracker on their car,” he says back, smug. “Unless I shorted it out or they’re smarter than I think they are, we should be able to catch up when they slow down.”

A beat. He’s not sure what they’re doing, exactly, but he can afford a couple seconds to let them work it out, gears practically smoking between their ears.

And then they make whatever decision they were thinking through. Arsinoe yanks him down by the collar of his jacket, gloved hands fisted in cloth, and it takes Ricardo a moment to realize they’re kissing him, not headbutting him.

Mostly because they missed, and pulled too hard, so it’s really more a collision of the side of their mouth with his cheek and just a bit of his lips.

A smile breaks across his face. He’s kissed them before, sure, and they’ve let him, haven’t kneed him in the dick for taking liberties, but they haven’t kissed him before.

“Want to try that again, Ars?” he laughs, and they grumble at him, before shifting to kiss the other corner of his lips. Deliberate, this time, a punctuation mark, less a punch than a tap this time, before they step back with an air of finality. He stays leaned over for a moment longer.

"No, shut up, we're busy," they say, shoulders rising as they turn to pick their drink up again. "If we backtrack and steal Chen's car we can catch up."

There's sugary energy drink on his jacket now, too, and it's going to dry gross and tacky while he tries to get Chen's keys out of him and Arsinoe probably just hotwires the damn thing, but that's alright. Ricardo trails after them as they stalk off, grinning like an idiot.

40. wake-up kisses - FHR - Chargestep, 640 words

They’d have an easier time appreciating breakfast in bed if they weren’t still trapped there. Arsinoe picks up the coffee cup and nurses it, warm ceramic in their hands, and eyes the accompanying food.

Huevos rancheros. Ricardo’s a good chef, and they like his food, but it feels a little weird to be eating something actually prepared for breakfast instead of just grabbing a protein bar.

“Something wrong with it?” Ricardo asks, from his own chair next to the bed. He’s holding his plate in one hand, fork in the other, mostly watching them. Still all scratched up, so they blame that for him almost dropping his bite instead of the fact that he’s watching them instead of his food.

Arsinoe shakes their head. “Going to get me used to room service,” they joke, putting the cup down to pick up their fork. He has a bed tray table. They can’t tell if he had it before all this, or if someone purchased it very quickly after the car crash. Can’t check by peeking at his brain, although they could ask.

They won’t ask.

“Would that be so bad?” Ricardo says, instead of joking back, and they wrinkle their nose.

“It’s not very efficient.”

That startles a laugh out of him. “Mierda, Ars, it’s not all about efficiency. And you’re more efficient when you’re rested and fed real food instead of just downing another cup of coffee.”

“And a protein bar,” they clarify, instead of calling him the pot to their kettle. Like he’s ever slowed down to rest when he wasn’t physically incapable of continuing.

“Oh, and a protein bar, my bad,” he laughs, shaking his head. “Eat the eggs, Ars. For my soul.”

“Dramatic,” they mutter, but they comply, so he ignores it. The food is good. Arsinoe thinks he made the salsa, too, not just something canned. And he doesn’t stare at them about it. Just eats his own food.

They set their fork down, and go back to curling their hands around the coffee cup. Not as warm anymore, but they're pretty used to lukewarm coffee.

“Real breakfast has its perks, hm?” Ricardo asks, verbally poking at them now, and they roll their eyes, more to keep from admitting he’s right than because they disagree.

Give him an inch, and they’ll… end up living in his guest room, apparently. Arsinoe hums into their cup, not an affirmative or a negation. But they know which he'll take it as.

When he comes to collect their plate from them, he leans closer over them. Close enough for them to smell his soap. Hands taking the tray away from them, so they don't have to contend with the extra annoyance. He starts to lean away, but some impulse makes them grab his shirt, hand curling into cotton.

“Need something?” he says, deliberately flippant, and they can’t really see his expression from this angle, don’t think Ricardo really needed to lean this far over them to pick up a tray. Just the side of his face, the stubble because he hasn’t shaved yet this morning, the lines forming at the corners of his mouth and his eyes. Smiles and worry alike.

Arsinoe turns their head to kiss his cheek, barely more than a brush of their lips against that stubble — prickly, not their favorite sensation — before releasing his shirt. “Thank you for breakfast,” they say, annunciation careful and precise.

“You’re welcome,” he says, the response automatic as he leans back. And then he smiles, just setting the tray on the dresser instead of taking it out of the room. “Should I get the kiss the cook apron out?”

“Incorrigible,” they mutter, but they’re smiling too, even as they cross their arms over their chest — ow — and settle back into bed. This could be worse. At least there’s good room service.

1. goodnight kisses - Original Work - Shell, Rill & Des, 529 words

Rill punches Des in the shoulder, and he laughs at them, which makes them scowl. “You’re just proving why you failed the fitness test, Rill,” he says, and they roll their eyes.

“And who’s the only reason you passed the damn ‘basic intelligence’ test? You’re shit at math and we both know it.” They know they sound angry, but Des just keeps smiling. All bark, no bite with him. Basic intelligence their ass. Random smattering of math problems and logic puzzles, just another stupid hoop to jump through, another trick to perform.

“Yeah, I’d probably lose my head if you weren’t there to remind me about it,” he slings an arm around their shoulder, bringing them close. “It sucks that I got the job and you didn’t, Rill, but c’mon, we split rent anyway. Next round will be on me and my newly-gained riches?” The job didn’t pay so well as all that, testing out parts for a company who hadn’t felt inclined to share its name, but it didn’t have to. Just had to clear checks, and plugging stuff in to make sure it worked wasn’t hard, just boring. Rill couldn’t help but smile back at him— infectious.

“Damn right you better get the next round,” they say, and then Desmond’s pocket starts ringing.

“Eleven,” he says, fumbling his free hand to switch off the alarm. “Why’m I the one who has your pill alarm?”

“Tit tacks,” they say, correcting him to something more fun than just ‘pills’ instead of answering the real question. They’d ignore the alarm, left to their own devices, but they won’t ignore him.

Rill would spring for something long-release so they don’t have to worry about it, but that’s more expensive, and Des is cheaper than an implant. Also, he’s the only one of the two of them who has a job, and the ink is still drying on that contract. It’s back to the boards for Rill in the morning, which they aren’t looking forward to. But it’s something, at least.

Rill fishes the blister pack from the inside of their shirt, and swallows a pill dry. Waiting for a cup of water feels like too much effort, when they’re also watching Des fumble with their apartment key one-handed.

Their apartment is kind of shit, peeling paint and busted heater that means all the water runs ice-cold, but they’ve been burning goodwill with late rent for months at this point, so the two of them have to take what they can get. It’s got what one could generously describe as a ‘bedroom’ that’s more ‘closet with delusions of grandeur.’

Rill sleeps on the fold-out.

“I’m going to sleep,” Des says, yawning, and he smacks a wet kiss to the shaved side of their head before stumbling off towards the bedroom. “Love ya, Rills.”

“Swap out your patch,” they call after him, and he flips them off before disappearing through the doorway.

It’s only once he’s gone and asleep that they finish processing what he said, and his first shift starts early enough the next morning they don’t catch him beforehand.

And then they don’t see him for a long, long time.

25. kisses in the rain - Original Work - Problemsolving, Gabi & Michael, 573

Gabi's lucky they brought an umbrella. They stand in the rain at the edge of a park, devoid of people because it's, you know, pouring down rain, but it's nice to be alone for a minute.

Too many people talking, yelling… they'll get carried away by it, yell back, and that always sucks. Easy to say stuff they don't mean, when they're angry. Better to take themself outside and get their socks wet.

The windows of the cafe glow warm orange behind them, more friendly ember than bonfire-in-progress this way. They shut their eyes, breathing slow and even. Maybe they'll go back in, after a walk. Just a bit more space to clear their head. Calm's easy, when there's nobody to fight with.

The sandpit has gone solid, water pooling silty and brown in the valleys left by children. The benches would all be awful to sit on, unless they're trying to get wet pants. Even the pavilion wouldn't offer much protection, the ceiling more pergola than anything else. And the hiking paths are too muddy, really, they're wearing the wrong shoes for all that. But they trail along the paved walking path, usually populated by joggers.

Just them, right now.

Not for long, though. There's the pound of feet on concrete, and when they turn slowly, Michael's standing there with his fists balled at his sides and trying to catch his breath.

Gabi almost laughs. They don't, because he'd probably take it badly, but Michael really does look like a drowned cat. Borrowed t-shirt and too-big pants darkening with the water, wicking up the legs where they trail over his shoes a little. He's not actually a small man, but he does look rather silly like this. Hair frizzing and flattening, shoulders hiked up like he's squaring up for a fight. Or bracing for impact.

"You don't have an umbrella," they tell him, stating the obvious, and then something clicks, and they do laugh. "Are you--" having a romcom moment, chasing after them into the rain because they were leaving-- "I'm not going anywhere," they say, firmly, and his shoulders dip slightly. "You're getting drenched, My."

"You didn't say anything," he says — grumbles — and they drift back towards him, holding the umbrella up a bit higher so it covers both of them. "Thought you weren't coming back."

And also they abandoned him with a bunch of people he barely knows, or has barely started talking to again. They wince, but he doesn't seem mad, mostly just a little petulant. "Just needed a little space," they say, shaking their head. "Or I was going to punch Shaw in his stupid smug face."

Michael huffs a little laugh at that, trying not to let it show and failing rather spectacularly. "He is smug. You deal with that all the time?"

"It's offset by the fact that he's usually right," their turn to grumble, but they pivot to a smirk, tilting their head to look at him. "We can go back in. Do you want to do your romcom thing first?"

"What?" Affronted, feathers ruffled, head snapping up to look at them.

"We both know you were thinking about it, the emotional run out into the rain with no umbrella, the silly dramatic lighting thing, I dunno, you're the one who watches all those—"

He kisses them like a punch to the mouth and they laugh into it, umbrella falling to the side for verisimilitude.

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