[ They're going to have to come back to certain aspects of that previous conversation, but Tech Boy would agree that this is preferable. He would disagree about K keeping his mouth shut, however.

It's Tech Boy's turn to puzzle about the sudden tensing in K, the straightening of his posture and the trajectory of his hand. He frowns, pushing lightly on K's chest with his hand. He drops his head back to glance at the ceiling dramatically with a audible huff of frustration, but it's clearly a put-on annoyance rather than actual irritation. ] Wrong take away. [ He spins in place to watch K's retrieval of the beverages. ] I'm not here in person because you asked, I'm here because I want to be.

Because I can do a lot from inside a screen, but I can't do this. [ He ducks around the offered glass in K's hand so he can slide both of his own hands over K's chest and then wraps himself around K's waist. He still has his vape in one hand, and the attached glass tank (containing the frog) is a bit cold. ] And I like doing this. [ He kisses K's collarbone, then withdraws, taking the offered drink this time. ]

Getting drunk alone and texting me about dancing in the middle of the night for a reason? [ They'd lost the red string telepathy, but the tech-to-tech connection did remain at this distance. No judgment. Just curiosity. ]