But I Still Wake Up

Semi-selective Abel. Please read about and rules. Based on the Character from HamletMachine's Starfighter Comic

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MUTE | BERLIN 2052

Paul Chadeisson

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                     ——-     are you just a memory among the shadows?

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god. he’s so sleazy. i love him

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sooooo guess who may have inadvertently given her boss her month notice 👀

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when u give your month notice and @twicebitten immediately tries to get u to come to New York with her

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she succeeded

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Darling // Casey

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EVA - [][]

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Hanging out at the garage, working on a poorly cared for Yamaha dirt bike.

Is really antsy about the fact that people don’t think they need to care about dirt bikes. 

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Cain is lounging on a bench nearby, looking entirely bored.  He’s only on this planet in the first place because of Abel; what’s he supposed to do when the dork is busy without him?  Get lost in the labyrinth of glass and white walls and glare?  Honestly, the glare on Earth was unbelievable.  Walking down the street was worse that trying to read a datapad at full illumination at 2 in the morning, hungover.  It was entirely too warm here, too.  Fuck the sun, man.  Fuck Abel for making him be awake when the fiery beast was out in the sky, and then ignoring him for the sake of a bike.  

Although, he will admit…he doesn’t entirely mind watching, if he has nothing else to do.  He’s used to Abel clean and organised, as pristine as one could expect a person to be, and there was something about seeing him work on a bike, amongst dirt and oil and petroleum, that was both foreign and familiar to Cain.  It reminded him of home, in a strange way.  It painted Abel in a new light for him, gritty and somehow…tough?  Masculine?  Cain isn’t sure what word he’d use to describe it, but it was sexy as fuck.  And he was glad, at least, that Abel could keep surprising him with things like this.  Each time he gets comfortable with a new layer of him, he deepens out and reveals more to Cain.  He wonders if he’ll ever see the end to these surprises.  He’s not sure if he hopes for that or not.

“The fuck are you doin’, anyway?  Thing still runs, right?”  He’s going to try talking Abel out of work, so he can have more of his attention.  Or even something to focus on, really.

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     Trust this idiot not to know why ‘still runs’ isn’t an acceptable standard of care. 

     “I’m fixing the suspension on this thing because the guy who owns it thought taking it over jumps was a good idea without realising that a trail bike and a motorcross bike are two different things.”

     He can practically hear the scoff, which amuses him in a way. Cain has this attitude of toughness and ‘bad-boy’ about him; the kind of guy that--had he been a product of Earth--probably would have been into motorbikes and racing. But he doesn’t have the slightest clue what the difference between a Yamaha and a Ducati is, and Abel is pretty sure he’d bluescreen altogether if he started talking cars at him. 

     It’s no wonder he’s bored.

     Not that Abel feels the slightest bit of remorse for it.

     “He’s ruined the steering as well. What the hell kind of idiot takes a bike this heavy over a damn motorcross track?

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hhemeraa:

“Oh you know how I can be – I like to stick with the familiar– and speaking of…”

Finger slips beneath collar to nudge open more skin to cool air. “Do you still have those scars? I never got to leave you with one.” 

     “I guess you were just not committed enough to leaving your mark behind...” He’s goading. Of course he’s goading. He wants to rile Myles up until he delivers on all those threats he used to make, even if it has been so long. 

     Time doesn’t change people that much after all.

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Hanging out at the garage, working on a poorly cared for Yamaha dirt bike.

Is really antsy about the fact that people don’t think they need to care about dirt bikes. 

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god i hate tougou

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Cherry you smell. April Fools. I'm glad you are back.

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