[ The biggest problem that the Technical Boy has ever had is the one that got him retired by Mr. World (a thought he'd been purposely avoiding ever since waking up here). He simply could not be in two places at once. Flower in hand with an idea in his head -- and K on his bed. To anyone else, the choice may have been easy, but TB is the literal god of Technology. He has obligations, and the nagging persistence in is mind wouldn't let him abandon a program-in-progress even for the tastiest of distraction. K's attempt to avoid lewdness is admirable, but also equal parts ineffective and not what Tech Boy wants right now.
As he bends to snatch the tablet from its resting place, one word brings him up short. Art. Yes, he had said that, hadn't he? He's frowning now, but the expression has more to do with his argument with Media back then and less to do with K's gentle reminder. Art for the sake of itself is irrelevant. It's transient. Fleeting. Ultimately pointless. Learning from the past to predict the future? Tech Boy is the future. He didn't need art to tell him where to go. This incongruity is one reason he and Media had never really understood each other, even while being dependent on each other. But this kind of art-- K's existence is proof of his own future. Who needs faith that one effort will surpass all previous attempts with a technological wonder reclining on his bed? His god, K had claimed. Well, that is complicatedly true enough.
Tech Boy's thoughts are rambling and too big, but his plans for the next several hours have crystal clarity. What came next would be much more fun. How's that for innuendo?
Rather than sitting on the floor himself or next to K on the bed, Tech Boy opts to seat himself on K's leg, practically in his lap. There's no hiding any carnal intentions at this point, but the god cannot resist showing off a little first. ]
Watch this. I think you'll like it.
[ The tablet's screen goes completely white. Tech Boy's eyes begin to glow faintly, and he closes his eyes as he touches the flower to the screen. The flower and Tech Boy's hand past the wrist seems to disappear as he partially digitizes himself into the tablet. In truth, it would be easier to go all in, but he doesn't want to actually leave K's presence and doesn't have a way (yet) to take him with. After a minute, TB withdraws his hand from the screen, and the flower is gone. Seconds later, a little pixel plant appears on the screen. Tech Boy opens his eyes as his lips curl contentedly. ]
It just needed a finishing touch. Something special. [ He slides his now empty hand up K's thigh he's not sitting on, and he whispers two of the rarest words ever to leave the god's lips. ] Thank you.
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As he bends to snatch the tablet from its resting place, one word brings him up short. Art. Yes, he had said that, hadn't he? He's frowning now, but the expression has more to do with his argument with Media back then and less to do with K's gentle reminder. Art for the sake of itself is irrelevant. It's transient. Fleeting. Ultimately pointless. Learning from the past to predict the future? Tech Boy is the future. He didn't need art to tell him where to go. This incongruity is one reason he and Media had never really understood each other, even while being dependent on each other. But this kind of art-- K's existence is proof of his own future. Who needs faith that one effort will surpass all previous attempts with a technological wonder reclining on his bed? His god, K had claimed. Well, that is complicatedly true enough.
Tech Boy's thoughts are rambling and too big, but his plans for the next several hours have crystal clarity. What came next would be much more fun. How's that for innuendo?
Rather than sitting on the floor himself or next to K on the bed, Tech Boy opts to seat himself on K's leg, practically in his lap. There's no hiding any carnal intentions at this point, but the god cannot resist showing off a little first. ]
Watch this. I think you'll like it.
[ The tablet's screen goes completely white. Tech Boy's eyes begin to glow faintly, and he closes his eyes as he touches the flower to the screen. The flower and Tech Boy's hand past the wrist seems to disappear as he partially digitizes himself into the tablet. In truth, it would be easier to go all in, but he doesn't want to actually leave K's presence and doesn't have a way (yet) to take him with. After a minute, TB withdraws his hand from the screen, and the flower is gone. Seconds later, a little pixel plant appears on the screen. Tech Boy opens his eyes as his lips curl contentedly. ]
It just needed a finishing touch. Something special. [ He slides his now empty hand up K's thigh he's not sitting on, and he whispers two of the rarest words ever to leave the god's lips. ] Thank you.