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@techdroid : ░ 4:23 AM ░ 【 𝚃 𝙴 𝚇 𝚃... 💻 ➜ 🐍 】 : is cereal soup? ↪ unprompted && accepting !!
░ 4:23 AM ░ 【 𝚃 𝙴 𝚇 𝚃... 🐍 ➜ 💻 】 : ... ░ 4:24 AM ░ 【 𝚃 𝙴 𝚇 𝚃... 🐍 ➜ 💻 】 : wtf 🥬? ░ 4:24 AM ░ 【 𝚃 𝙴 𝚇 𝚃... 🐍 ➜ 💻 】 : you piss me off 😂 ░ 4:25 AM ░ 【 𝚃 𝙴 𝚇 𝚃... 🐍 ➜ 💻 】 : getting fucking high and txting me ░ 4:27 AM ░ 【 𝚃 𝙴 𝚇 𝚃... 🐍 ➜ 💻 】 : not doing this shit w/ u unless u share 💅
Howard narrowed his eyes. The flickering neon lights hurt the longer he lingered around the city centre. He turned his left wrist -- twenty past eleven. He'd been on the job for several days by now and he was aching, bleeding inside to be done with it.
The music, the scent, the noise. Tinny, acrid, nauseating. All around overstimulating. These were the signs of a hungry, hungry caterpillar, and Howard knows he was in trouble. The sooner he dropped this datadisk off and earned his bounty for it, the sooner he could get his meal, and this gods-damned headache might just end.
He turned to the left into a narrow alleyway, past bar crawlers reeking of alcohol and vomit, joytoys whispering into his feed for a good time, and vendors shouting ads at the edge of his digital periphery. This was an assault of a kind Howard never thought he could endure, but endure he must.
The noise began to peter out the higher up the building he went, towards the rendezvous point. His contact had already been there, five minutes early.
Towering above the slums below, the view of the city from up here was breathtaking. Ugly, but breathtaking. It was a welcome respite to have the cool night air billow past him. The rooftop was lit only by one or two LEDs; while bright for their size, it was nothing as vicious. In fact, as he closed in on the stranger's location, they merely cast a dim glow against the concrete and rusting pipes around them.
"Password." He asked. If this was the man he was supposed to rendezvous with, he would have known it to be Howard's birth date.
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@techdroid ≻ ❝ i need you to trust me. ❞
𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 — they've done this song and dance so many times before you'd think he'd have memorized the steps already. trust isn't something you ever ask her for. it's a mutual agreement best made in silence. verbal acknowledgement only made you look like an idiot when you're eventually ( inevitably ) betrayed.
she stares at him. the word trust is enough spook her, but she hides that under a hard expression, looking almost annoyed. you're such an idiot, cael. ❛ 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝘩, 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙, 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑎𝑑. 𝑖 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡. ❜ not necessarily true.
@techdroid ≻ ❝ what’s all this glitter for anyway? ❞
𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒅 — she watched him from her place on the bed; lying on her stomach, with nothing but a pair of lacy panties to cover her ass. she wasn't usually this comfortable with someone rummaging through her things, but some how cael managed to slip through the cracks. that will eventually need to be dealt with. the thought lingered in her head, alongside the wish that he'd kept his pants off. she'd be more forgetful of her walls if only she had a cute butt to stare at.
he takes a seat at her vanity now, curiously fingering things as he goes. ❛ 𝑜𝘩, 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡.ᐣ ❜ she asks, sliding off the bed, and waltzing up behind him. snaking her arms around his shoulders, her breast pressed against his back. he could probably see the mischief swirling in her eyes, had he been looking at the vanity mirror and not the small container of opened glitter. rookie mistake. she blows a sharp, heavy breath directly upon the glitter, causing it to practically explode in their faces.
she's a casualty of her own mischief, but it's a price she's willing to pay for the lack of amusement in his expression. ❛ …𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑏𝑦 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑝. ❜
@techdroid ≻ [ MORNING AFTER ]: sender and receiver wake up together for the first time after a night of passion.
𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒂𝒏 — it breaks through the silence of the morning, her arms stretching overhead. before she's even opened her eyes, her mind wanders to her kitchen. her stomach yearning for coffee and that sexy little chocolate eclair that waits in her fridge. she can almost hear it calling her. a smile finds her lips, she opens her eyes and-… shit. oh, shit. oh, no. no, no, no… she's looking at a room that isn't hers, which normally wouldn't be a problem, if not for the man that laid beside her. noémie was not a fan of "the morning after". she was usually very careful to avoid it, even when having fun. she strict on these things. she doesn't spend the night and neither does he. yet, her she was. her head slowly turns to the side, catching a glimpse of him. shitty situation aside, he was still just as hot without the “whiskey glasses”, and — she took a look around, without jostling the bed too much — just as rich.
a smirk curls on her lips, momentarily replacing the panic. very impressive. she doesn't let herself get too wrapped up before looking at cael once again. she watches him as she very, very slowly attempts to slip out of the bed. the worst thing that could happen right now is him— he stirs, and his eyes open. she can't properly put into words her irritation, disappointment, and reluctant acceptance of this being what it is. but her expression does a pretty good job of getting the point across. she sighs with a slight laugh, though clearly not amused. ❛ 𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒. 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑎 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑛𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡. ❜ she says, her eyes wandering the room once more before she gets up from bed and begins gathering her clothes. ❛ 𝑖'𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑, 𝑖 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒. ❜
@techdroid ≻ [ BRUSH ]: sender brushes a strand of hair out of receiver's face.
𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 — she fights against the instinct to lean into his gentle touch. his fingers gliding over the side of her face before tucking the strand of hair behind her ear, lingering longer than they are needed. we've been down this road enough times to know it leads to no where. but, somehow, that fact alone doesn't keep them from trying. she turns her eyes away.
it isn't bashfulness, she was never shy about anything. she was working up the nerve to pull away, but she couldn't do it staring into those eyes. ❛ 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑐𝘩 𝑎 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠𝑠𝘩𝑜𝑙𝑒, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡.ᐣ ❜
