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Thoughts on Sakura
Zero smirked, stretching casually. “What, you mean Miss Trollgirl?” he said, amused. “She’s fun. We roll each other off the couches all the time. Occasionally I used to take her down to the sims so that she can train up a bit. Sometimes she’d request to be beaten up by me.”
The smirk eventually vanished off of his face. “But above all, she was a great friend – someone that didn’t fangirl over me once they found out I was a big-shot Hunter.”
=June 4, 2112=
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Do you get helmet hair?
Zero seemed a little amused at the question. “I think you’re asking the wrong person, Greyface. My hair is very straight, and very flat to the point that wearing a helmet for awhile doesn’t affect it. It’s not crazy and wild like X’s.”
▶▶️
He did have a few regrets, but there wasn’t much that he could do about them right now. But at the very least, he had managed to keep his promise and put his own core – his own, rapidly fading core – to rest about the incident that had been bothering him since he had been five.
Vile was a jerk, there was no question about it. He’d gotten the jump on him, and he’d had to spend a few minutes listening to the Maverick – there was no other word for it, Vile wasn’t just insane, he was Maverick – gloat about defeating “Lieutenant Commander Zero Riley”.
But no, this hadn’t been about Zero at all; this was all about Xavier.
He’d gotten punched when he’d suggested it, but the fact he’d angered Vile made it worthwhile: Vile was jealous.
Jealous over Sigma’s obssession with Xavier – he had a hunch the ex-Hunter Commander knew exactly who Xav was somehow – and jealous that the little blue bioroid was a better fighter than him.
He hadn’t seen Vile’s expression when Xav had beaten him, but his shout had suggested that he’d been caught completely off-guard by the bioroid’s viciousness and raw strength.
Zero couldn’t even see the bioroid’s tear-stained face anymore, but he forced his mouth – was that coolant he tasted? – into a smile for the other’s reassurance, closing his eyes for what he was sure was the final time.
“You can… do it… X…”
Do Chasers fly?
“See, you are asking an extremely broad question,” Zero said from where he was sitting at the breakfast table, sipping his coffee. “There are one or two models that are capable of limited hovering capabilities of more than a few inches off of the ground, and I’m sure that if modified, there are Ride Chasers that are more than capable of flying.”
HC Enemy
((Zero has a broad definition of who he could consider an enemy. It doesn’t matter if he was friends with or close with them before, but if they show tendencies that would cause harm to people for no reason, then he would have few qualms about taking them down.
As for family, he considered his family one of the greatest enemies of all, considering Dr. Wily and Omega. And right now, in the life he is currently in, his enemies are the Mavericks that are threatening the peace in the world.))
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“Alex…” How was the other doing…?
He watched Alex, unsure of what to do. “…?” Right now, he was more wary of saying the wrong thing to him and making him regress; that would just make the situation more worse than it already was.
The brunet tilted his head to one side and felt another smile creep onto his face. This wasn’t who he had thought it was, clearly, but somehow that didn’t seem like a bad thing… and he should probably… hm. He wasn’t quite certain where his thoughts were leading him, but he fished in his pocket for a little writing pad and pencil he’d been given. He hadn’t used them much - communicating wasn’t something he was sure he was allowed to do, even with the unfamiliar (nice) people-from-Before - but he was sure something was needed here, and so he scribbled down a quick and shaky ‘Thomas’, lifting the pad where the blond could see and pointing to himself with the pencil.
At least he was smiling again, which was hard for traumatized kids to do. Zero watched him as he grabbed a small pad to write on -- right, he couldn’t talk right now, he wondered if that was from trauma or if his voicebox was actually damaged and they couldn’t fix it without traumatizing him more.
“Thomas?” he repeated, glancing down at the scribbles. Why would he be saying that...?
Sakura shifted her weight on one leg, a gentle shake of her head as she regarded his question for a moment. “More frustrated than tired, rather.” Instead of her usual–which consisted of her actually just getting in and flopping on his couch–she just entered, and leaned on the wall beside the door, preferring the privacy of his quarters than the hallway.
She waited until Zero closed the door before she continued. “Beat, hard to keep things together when Hana’s looking at me for emotional support.” Twinlinks really are a mixed blessing and curse. She almost snorted, shaking her head once more. “I’d rather get beaten up in a battle where I can fight back.”
Zero shut the door once she was inside, crossing his arms and looking at her. He was exhausted himself, from having to play emotional support to children -- multiple children -- and he hadn’t signed up for that when he’d joined the Hunters. But he wanted to be someone that didn’t fail in his convictions to help everyone, if only to say ‘screw you’ to his creator.
“You sound like you want to pick a fight with somebody,” he said to her,watching her. “And that you want someone to beat you up to take frustrations out on. Or do you want to beat something up?”
The One On the Couch (@zero-riley)
And that was why Sakura was not allowed in his own kitchen, either. She would likely destroy it attempting to make something.
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Knowing that she and kitchen appliances don’t mix so well, Sakura preferred to leave the cooking to someone else. She’d try once or twice, thankfully the microwave haven’t blown up, ‘cause then she’d be bereft of popcorn whenever her twin’s away.
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Given Sakura, Hana would likely never leave her alone again if the microwave blew up. They were such simple devices to use, and whoever didn’t manage to use one properly should never, ever be left alone. Everybody knew that much.
“Oh really? I’m not the one abusing Greyface magic, dear Sakura,” he said, a little bit of sarcasm in his tone. “But even attempt to dye my hair pink and you will be even sorrier once this finally wears off.”
He watched her grab her sandwich, a bit glad that he was already donw with his own. It wasn’t as if she would get sick, not being a bioroid, but that was still somewhat disgusting to grab food from the floor. Regardless, he would be vacuuming that spot later.
Luckily for Sakura, there was no one that would enter other than Xav (who would just roll his eyes, knowing the two of them) or Cyril (who wouldn’t understand the implications at all. “I will,” he said, rolling off of her, “but don’t give me a reason to get back on there, because you know I will.”
Even when this had worn off.
A New Set of Fireworks
Xav watched Hana as she crawled onto the bed with him and offered him her arms, and he gratefully rolled into them so that he could just cling to her. Too much had happened, and he wasn’t feeling so hot right now. Not with his systems the way they were.
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Silently, Hana held on to him, her concern for him overriding that overwhelming curiosity—everything in her just wanted him to be alright. Gently stroking his hair, she watched as he slowly closed his eyes.
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Hana was warm and safe, and even if she was a bit of a trouble magnet, Sakura and Zero were nearby. The three of them would make sure that nothing happened again. He didn’t want to deal with anything right now, and he let himself relax a bit in her arms.
Xav would tell her, but he didn’t feel like talking just yet.
Zero didn’t like leaving Xav alone, but they were in the same apartment and Hana was in the room; she would be able to tell if something happened to him. So he focused on Sakura, pouring himself some more vodka.
At those words, he stared at Sakura for a few moments, before slowly asking, “Are you sure that was him under Greyface magic?” He knew about Xav and Rock, but Greyface magic usually didn’t involve deaging spells.
How to Care for Zero Riley
1.Pull his hair. NO, if you love your life you will not touch his hair. The only exception to this rule is that if you are someone named Xavier Riley or Cyril Riley. Unnecessary touching should be avoided if you are neither of the two mentioned. 2. Horde his beloved couch. Expect to be rolled over if you decide to monopolize his couch when he’s at home (especially if your name happened to be Sakura Fiore). Let him have his couch when he gets home from work, he deserves the R&R. 3. Blow his kitchen up. He’ll appreciate someone taking the load off of his morning routine when it comes to prepping breakfast and coffee—while he can do this himself, he does need to get to work. Corollary: If you have the tendency to make things explode or is a walking disaster area, do him a favour and not do this number. 4. Caring for a Zero Riley meant caring for those he cared for and considered his own. 5. Keep him away from any version of his biological father and Omega. Or rather, keep them away from him lest you want bloodshed of some form.
((I AM LITERALLY DEAD FROM LAUGHTER RIGHT NOW--))
Zero glared at the note as Xav doubled over in laughter at the instructions that were written on it -- or, more specifically, the crossed out instructions.
“If I didn’t know better, Rhythm, I’d say that Sakura was the one that wrote it~.” She would be the sort that would write something like them, wouldn’t it?
“Who the hell knows that I would murder my biological father or brother if I encountered him?” Zero raised an eyebrow.
“Greyfaces, duh.”
A small redhead stared intently at the much bigger blond unit. Cappy had decided that he wanted attention and his own Zero wasn't at home. "..."
And attention Cappy would get, as Zero would stare at Cappy for a few seconds, before scooping the younger up and swinging him like one would a small child.
Zero tweaked the redhead’s nose. “Brat~. Don’t you snark at me now.”
“I don’t have a snarky circuit in my processor,” he said lightly.
“And don’t you lie to me, either.” He tweaked his nose again in retaliation.
A small redhead stared intently at the much bigger blond unit. Cappy had decided that he wanted attention and his own Zero wasn't at home. "..."
And attention Cappy would get, as Zero would stare at Cappy for a few seconds, before scooping the younger up and swinging him like one would a small child.
“That’s right, you’re a spoiled little thing, aren’t you~?” he teased, still smirking at the redhead. “And maybe so. He does like being hugged, and you’re the perfect size to do that.”
“Yes,” was his smug response. “And that’s just the way I like it.”
Zero tweaked the redhead’s nose. “Brat~. Don’t you snark at me now.”
A small redhead stared intently at the much bigger blond unit. Cappy had decided that he wanted attention and his own Zero wasn't at home. "..."
And attention Cappy would get, as Zero would stare at Cappy for a few seconds, before scooping the younger up and swinging him like one would a small child.
Zero quietly sighed, knowing that Cappy was changing the subject, and smirked down at him, bumping his nose against his. “Nope. I’m just nice and tall which is just how I want it. Question is, why are you and Xav so short~?”
Cappy smiled happily when the other headbooped him. “I’m this short so I can be spoiled! I’m not sure about Xav. So I can hug him more easily, maybe?”
“That’s right, you’re a spoiled little thing, aren’t you~?” he teased, still smirking at the redhead. “And maybe so. He does like being hugged, and you’re the perfect size to do that.”
A small redhead stared intently at the much bigger blond unit. Cappy had decided that he wanted attention and his own Zero wasn't at home. "..."
And attention Cappy would get, as Zero would stare at Cappy for a few seconds, before scooping the younger up and swinging him like one would a small child.
Zero brushed back a lock of stray hair from Cappy’s face. “…” He clearly didn’t believe the redhead.
He closed his eyes for a moment, wanting to admit it to him, but afraid to. Instead, he said, “How are you so big? It’s almost unfair. Are you sucking the height out of Xav, maybe?”
He knew he shouldn’t tease Xav about his height, especially since he was shorter. But Cappy was built this way and could–with expensive operations–potentially become taller.
Zero quietly sighed, knowing that Cappy was changing the subject, and smirked down at him, bumping his nose against his. “Nope. I’m just nice and tall which is just how I want it. Question is, why are you and Xav so short~?”
A small redhead stared intently at the much bigger blond unit. Cappy had decided that he wanted attention and his own Zero wasn't at home. "..."
And attention Cappy would get, as Zero would stare at Cappy for a few seconds, before scooping the younger up and swinging him like one would a small child.
Zero allowed the other to rest on him, patting his back. “Hey, sproutling. What’s the matter?”
“Oh…. nothing,” he said unconvincingly, rubbing the fabric of Zero’s shirt between his thumb and forefinger.
Zero brushed back a lock of stray hair from Cappy’s face. “...” He clearly didn’t believe the redhead.
A small redhead stared intently at the much bigger blond unit. Cappy had decided that he wanted attention and his own Zero wasn't at home. "..."
And attention Cappy would get, as Zero would stare at Cappy for a few seconds, before scooping the younger up and swinging him like one would a small child.
“What, didn’t feel like coming over to see me until now?” he teased Cappy.
“Well…. sort of,” he said hesitantly, letting his head rest against Zero’s neck. “I haven’t felt very good lately.”
Zero allowed the other to rest on him, patting his back. “Hey, sproutling. What’s the matter?”
