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Technical Boy ([personal profile] brandnewtech) wrote2019-09-29 05:00 am

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[personal profile] obeir 2020-12-07 08:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ Unfortunately for both of them, K does intend to ask after Media. Just not quite yet. This shared moment is more important.

The emotion that he can feel from Tech Boy has him compensating for the god's inability to blush with a faint one of his own, heat rising to his face as he momentarily ducks his head, smiling all the while. Family. Home. Things neither of them had until they found it in each other. Tech Boy has had considerably more life experience than him in other ways, an occasional source of concern for him, so it feels particularly good being equals in this.

K genuinely hadn't been expecting anything in return for the meal, but when Tech Boy takes his hand, the perfect "ulterior motive" occurs to him. Something he's wanted for a while now. Before Tech Boy takes his seat, K's gently pulling him away from the table and reaching for his waist with his other hand. ]


Darling. Dance with me. [ Does he know how? It should be clear from context K isn't referring to the sort of dancing one does at a rave. He tilts his head thoughtfully, suggesting: ] You can stand on my feet if you want. You said anything — so dance with me.
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[personal profile] obeir 2020-12-09 08:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ The idiom just has K smiling all the more, amused to hear such a quaint phrase coming from Tech Boy. He has an inkling it's been a fair while since the god's danced like this, but refrains from teasing him. Yet. ]

Did you. [ He sounds delighted by this information. ] Then you won't mind if I stand on yours?

[ K's only prior experience has been pantomiming dancing with a hologram AI partner; she helped teach him. But he's reasonably certain he can adapt that knowledge for dancing with a physical partner without much issue. Time to find out. Straightening his already perfect posture just that little bit more to show that he's serious, he pulls Tech Boy in closer and holds him there for a moment, then begins leading him in a simple slow dance across the kitchen, taking care not to actually step on his feet. It will give them both a chance to get a feel for each other before attempting anything more complex — if they do. K's entirely content dancing like this. ]

There's enough ingredients left to make another, don't worry. You used to like dancing?

[ The Sandygast has an entire slice of pizza in its mouth with its eyes closed in apparent contentment as it... absorbs the pizza's energy? After their dance K will cut it into smaller bite-sized pieces for the Pokémon, but at least the rest of the pizza is probably safe. Unless the Gastly decides to get bratty... ]
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[personal profile] obeir 2020-12-10 08:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ It makes a lonely sort of sense that dancing would merely be a means to an end for a god of technology, with everything that K has learnt about him and his prior life. K's own reasons for wanting to learn weren't so different — it had been among the several ways he would play at being a person. Pretending to be something other than what he was for a little while, strictly in private, away from the prying eyes and invasive tests of humans that would have deemed him defective for even harbouring the desire.

But it is an activity he's come to genuinely enjoy for its own merits, and being able to fully experience it for the first time with Tech Boy makes it that much more meaningful to him. More than contentment, he's practically radiating happiness when the music begins to play, touched by the thoughtful gesture and choice of song both. ]


It's perfect. [ The music, this moment...

He'd taken the role of leading without much thought because he'd been the one to initiate the dance. And it might be apparent he isn't very practised when it comes to having a partner with a physical body, but he quickly catches on to indicating his intentions with light, guiding touches to Tech Boy's lower back so they can move together more easily. When it occurs to him that this might likely be a role reversal to Tech Boy, K leans in and brushes a kiss to his lips, lingering with a soft smile. This is just as nice as the dance. ]
Would you like a turn? [ He suggests, gently squeezing Tech Boy's hand. He's willing to be led, too. ]
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[personal profile] obeir 2020-12-15 01:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Switching roles is an adjustment on par with having a physical partner for the first time — K isn't entirely sure what to expect but he's happy to oblige. He does so easily enough, shifting his free hand higher up to rest against Tech Boy's shoulder, doing his best to follow now (and trying to keep his eyes on his partner's face rather than their feet); his steps are light and he moves with a grace one probably wouldn't expect from a robot of his designed purpose.

There's a sense that Tech Boy is perhaps attempting to impart his wisdom and expertise, and while K had hoped the nature of his prior experience wouldn't put him at too obvious a disadvantage and they could share this dance more as equals, he still appreciates the thoughtfulness of the gesture and his adoring expression never falters. When it comes to Tech Boy, he likes being shown off to, that has never changed. That Tech Boy has been willing to indulge him at all is already more than he could've asked for, really, and having the patience to give him some pointers on top of that is sweet. It gives him hope that this could happen again. Why else go to the trouble of helping him improve?

His hand slips a little higher to curl against the nape of Tech Boy's neck as he inclines his head, leaning closer to murmur: ]
You're really good at this. [ His tone takes on a teasing edge. ] Seems that alleged correlation between being a good dancer and a good lover is true.
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[personal profile] obeir 2021-01-06 10:04 am (UTC)(link)
And so modest. [ But this isn't a complaint; K's watching him with a fond look. Tech Boy's confidence has always been attractive. ] Is that a promise?

[ A dance and the promise of even more undivided attention later — the pizza's a resounding success and Tech Boy hasn't even tried it yet.

The spin catches K by surprise but he suppresses the instinct that would have him stiffening his posture in order to maintain his balance, instead fluidly moving with the momentum and laughing quietly. Tech Boy's right about this being fun. He thinks that little flourish might conclude their dance, but Tech Boy hasn't let go yet and then there's another, familiar song beginning to play. Perfect. His words cause K to duck his head as a faint flush of colour spreads along his cheeks. Considering the breadth of their experience together already, it's undoubtedly comical how easily affected he still is by the mere suggestion that Tech Boy enjoys his company in an intimate sense... but he can't help it. ]


You don't have to say that.

[ Since it's surely an attempt to reciprocate K's compliments and not actually true, but he can appreciate the sentiment and shows as much by accepting the lead back, gathering Tech Boy closer, and continuing their dance. As they move, he smoothly incorporates some of the footwork that was just demonstrated for him. At least he learns quickly. ]

You've mentioned her before. Media. [ Mainly in his thoughts, but that still counts. K has never mentally "eavesdropped" where he wasn't wanted (and isn't sure it would even be possible when Tech Boy's obviously the more powerful of the two of them in that regard), so presumably the god hadn't minded him listening in on those occasions. ] You work together a lot?
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[personal profile] obeir 2021-01-20 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ Tech Boy's obvious discomfort and the harshness of his tone when speaking about Media catch K off-guard, and he realises he must have miscalculated in bringing her up; he hadn't meant to sour the moment with an unpleasant topic. Hashtag instant regret.

Her last upgrade. And Tech Boy had said he was forcefully retired. K's heart sinks as he reaches the logical conclusion: she may have likely played a role in that. Even if she didn't, one thing has been very clear to him about these gods. Genuine loyalty doesn't seem to exist between them, only alliances for convenience and deals made out of necessity. It would make sense, if there's only so much worship to go around, and each new thing he learns paints an even clearer picture of just how lonely Tech Boy must have been. Not unlike how K had felt being despised by humans and his own kind in equal measure, with his only source of companionship one he paid for... He can understand.

Shifting his hand from Tech Boy's lower back, he reaches up to hold the nape of the god's neck as he intentionally slows their dance, losing the rhythm of the song a bit but that doesn't really matter right now. ]


Do you miss anything about your world? [ Not anyone, because he suspects he already knows the answer to that. There's a faint smile in his voice as he adds, ] Junk food counts.

[ Even if he may not be able to accurately recreate them all. He's just as curious about what Tech Boy may have valued most in his old life. ]
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[personal profile] obeir 2021-01-31 08:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ K can relate to missing the noise in his own way: the street and airspace noise of a heavily industrialized, overcrowded city that was never still. He'd grown so accustomed to it, and Deerington is so quiet in comparison, that falling asleep sometimes proved difficult early on. And he can imagine how hard it must be for Tech Boy, going from having a world-wide internet full of worship perpetually running through his head, to... this. K wishes there was anything he could do about it.

Well. There could be. He could try his luck requesting more modern technology from Sodder. Not the same as having the internet, but... it'd be something. Maybe some technology from his own world (other than himself), too, that Tech Boy could tinker with. And he does already have his spinner here—

The patting pulls him from his thoughts with a smile. A sweaty mess presumably involving too many humans in one place isn't exactly his idea of a good time, but he's willing to take Tech Boy's word for it — even more than that, he'd be willing to go with him. Since it's clearly something the god enjoys. ]


Kinda miss the noise, too. Of the city. Not so much the people. [ To no one's surprise. But he's still smiling when he meets Tech Boy's eyes. ] And you had a limo. [ This information amuses him; he squeezes Tech Boy's hand fondly, still leading him in their slow dance. ] Raves still happen in my time, but I've never been to one. What do you like about them?

[ Just going to latch onto that hint of excitement and see where it leads them. The topic of Media seems like a minefield better left undisturbed for now, but that it caused such a reaction from the god means he probably should talk about it, K thinks. They'll have to come back to it. ]
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[personal profile] obeir 2021-03-03 10:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ The words paint a vivid picture all on their own, but it's fascinating getting to see the experience of a rave while it's described to him. At least until the sense of loneliness creeps through, casting everything in a different light to him. Surrounded by worship, of that there's no doubt, but it's the passively unknowing kind — none of the party goers seem to know or care about the god in their midst, and even with every facet of it feeding him power, the event isn't for him. Tech Boy is alone in more than just a physical sense.

K doesn't immediately respond to the offer, instead remaining quiet for a bit longer as he digests everything. ]


To be seen like that... [ He thinks he knows what Tech Boy means. The same reason he dresses and styles his hair so extravagantly, cultivating a very specific sort of image — even treating K a certain (sometimes 'vaguely hostile') way in their past public interactions on the network, to maintain that image, he assumes. Because image is everything, isn't it. Status symbols are everything. But how does he fit in with all of that? ]

I don't understand why you'd want to be seen with me. [ He finally admits. ] Unless it were my world, maybe. [ He meets Tech Boy's look with a slight smile. ] Because I may have cost as much as that stretch limo of yours.

[ Being perceived by others as his owner would be a status symbol in its own right, in other words. But one certainly doesn't invite their property to raves or take them out on the town for spoiling, save perhaps the pleasure models, who are designed to be companions; beautiful, desired. A costly luxury, the more tailored they are to suit their owners' preferences. And he can't help thinking that would suit Tech Boy's image far better than himself. ]