It is a promise, and I don't have to say it, but I want to. It's true.
[ K's reaction to the spin has Tech Boy very pleased, and he snuggles a little as K gathers him closer, content. He's also pleased that K picked up on his little show-off dance moves. It's a bit of fun that the god has honestly never been on the receiving/following end of before, and it delights him in wordless ways to be a part of it here and now. To even be able to allow himself to relax like this in the presence of another person is still amazing to him. To have found someone to trust and to call fond names in a sincere manner. To let his guard down and to be vulnerable. That is family? It's sure as fuck better than anything he's ever hoped for or felt he deserves.
And throughout that thought, in the midst of an intimate dance, the technology god can't help but think about things like learning algorithms and how smoothly K adapts to anything that's thrown his way. Combat skills, dance footwork, cooking, dealing with an emotionally unstable asshole god. It's impressive on a daily basis. It's also clear to Tech Boy that the emotion and passion is all K's own, something grown (figuratively) organically out of complex but restricted programming to become more than itself. Despite his reservations, K is (and has been) a person--his own man--in Tech Boy's eyes.
So yeah. He can comfortably follow K's lead. And it makes him smile to think about.
The question about Media does pull him out of his own head a little, and Tech Boy glances up to K's face for a half second before answering. He'd stiffened nearly imperceptibly at the sound of her name as if expecting her to be summoned like Beetlejuice at the mere mention. ] Yeah, we did. And before that bitch's last upgrade, we even kind got along sometimes. [ Name dropping her is one thing, but thinking to hard about their situation is not the least bit comfortable. ] I brought the hardware. She managed the content. It worked. Most of the time.
[ Even more reason to hold tighter onto K now. He asked, so Tech Boy will talk, but he's going to do it with his face buried against the hollow of K's throat. ]
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[ K's reaction to the spin has Tech Boy very pleased, and he snuggles a little as K gathers him closer, content. He's also pleased that K picked up on his little show-off dance moves. It's a bit of fun that the god has honestly never been on the receiving/following end of before, and it delights him in wordless ways to be a part of it here and now. To even be able to allow himself to relax like this in the presence of another person is still amazing to him. To have found someone to trust and to call fond names in a sincere manner. To let his guard down and to be vulnerable. That is family? It's sure as fuck better than anything he's ever hoped for or felt he deserves.
And throughout that thought, in the midst of an intimate dance, the technology god can't help but think about things like learning algorithms and how smoothly K adapts to anything that's thrown his way. Combat skills, dance footwork, cooking, dealing with an emotionally unstable asshole god. It's impressive on a daily basis. It's also clear to Tech Boy that the emotion and passion is all K's own, something grown (figuratively) organically out of complex but restricted programming to become more than itself. Despite his reservations, K is (and has been) a person--his own man--in Tech Boy's eyes.
So yeah. He can comfortably follow K's lead. And it makes him smile to think about.
The question about Media does pull him out of his own head a little, and Tech Boy glances up to K's face for a half second before answering. He'd stiffened nearly imperceptibly at the sound of her name as if expecting her to be summoned like Beetlejuice at the mere mention. ] Yeah, we did. And before that bitch's last upgrade, we even kind got along sometimes. [ Name dropping her is one thing, but thinking to hard about their situation is not the least bit comfortable. ] I brought the hardware. She managed the content. It worked. Most of the time.
[ Even more reason to hold tighter onto K now. He asked, so Tech Boy will talk, but he's going to do it with his face buried against the hollow of K's throat. ]