[ Tech Boy's negative emotion at the mention of Media's name drains out of him almost instantly. From where his face is buried, he breathes softly against K's skin. He's actually sorry about his tone in response to the question, but he doesn't want to keep dragging it out if K is willing to change the topic of conversation. He doesn't like the fear he feels when thinking about his last face off with Media. The anger is familiar, but the rest of it.... Tech Boy takes a deep breath, inhaling the scent of K and taking great comfort from it.
K's hand on his nape draws a soft contented sound from him. No hard feelings. No soured moment. Tech Boy will just cuddle closer as they move together in a slow dance. This is nice.
At the question, he turns his head a little so he's not speaking directly into K's shirt. ]
Your cooking is better, but purely nutritionally deficient junk food was good. [ a low hmmmm of thought ] Let's see. What else? Disposable fashion. My limo. The prevalence of modern technology. Computer chatter. I miss the noise sometimes. It's so quiet here. In my head. [ He frowns for a second at this confession, but it sparks a different thought in his mind, causing him to pat K with one hand in muted excitement. ] And the raves. One of these days, somehow, I have to show you. It's a sweaty mess, but worth the temporary social interaction.
[ Tech Boy's brain quickly follows a series of thoughts that lands him on: ] Ice cream and apple pie. [ with a nod. That's another food he can name that he'd enjoy seeing his beloved's interpretation of. ]
[ Looking up at K again, he wants to ask the question in return but is wary of the answer. Given K's role in his homeworld's society, it sounds like it has the potential to be a loaded question. He tables it for now, instead watching K's face for a reaction his answers. The slow off-rhythm dance gives him the time to enjoy the closeness and set his mind on the comfort of safety that brings. ]
[ 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. ]
[ Tech Boy nods in agreement with the statement. ] Not so much the people. [ More and more, he's been feeling the same way, and certainly for K's comfort, the fewer humans the better. He hadn't thought that all the way through... but at the same time, he did still want to show it to K. On occasion, it could be a pretty big deal to Tech Boy. The raves had been a cornucopia of worship for the technology god, from the music and the lights, to the cell phones in the pocket of everyone present at the event, to the vapes that were especially popular to a specific age group who frequently in attendance. It's a good venue for a quick worship fix, and the god practically glowed there. ]
Bass so loud you can feel it in your bones. [ This is accompanied by a weak projection to K about what he means, a view of the room from his own perspective. He's leaned against a black-painted wall, far away from the dancers. ] Music for hours composed on or by computer programs and pumped into the room by more of the same. The fragrant haze from fog machines and vaporized intoxicants. People taking selfies to show their newsfeeds what they're missing. "Wish you were here," and oh boy did they ever.
[ The projection fades, and he can't help but feel a pang of loneliness of being set apart from everyone as the view of the dancers falls away. He hadn't meant for that to slip in. The raves he attended were ones he generally considered good memories. That's why he'd brought it up. But rather than linger on that negative emotion, Tech Boy squeezes K in a brief hug then settles back into comfortably cuddling him while they dance. This is why he wants K to see it. Surrounded by an environment designed to boost his power, but with K at his side. ]
I had a white stretch limo with all the options. The mood lighting, the softest leather. Gotta arrive in style so everyone knows where the party is. Hardly anyone's allowed inside [ except for Media. Fuck. ] but they see me coming. It feels good to be seen like that.
[ Tech Boy looks up at K again, tilting his head ever so slightly to one side. ] I want to take you out. "In" is good. I like "in". I prefer "in"... but I want to take you out somewhere sometime and spoil you Technical Boy style. [ a beat. ] If you want to.
[ 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. ]
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K's hand on his nape draws a soft contented sound from him. No hard feelings. No soured moment. Tech Boy will just cuddle closer as they move together in a slow dance. This is nice.
At the question, he turns his head a little so he's not speaking directly into K's shirt. ]
Your cooking is better, but purely nutritionally deficient junk food was good. [ a low hmmmm of thought ] Let's see. What else? Disposable fashion. My limo. The prevalence of modern technology. Computer chatter. I miss the noise sometimes. It's so quiet here. In my head. [ He frowns for a second at this confession, but it sparks a different thought in his mind, causing him to pat K with one hand in muted excitement. ] And the raves. One of these days, somehow, I have to show you. It's a sweaty mess, but worth the temporary social interaction.
[ Tech Boy's brain quickly follows a series of thoughts that lands him on: ] Ice cream and apple pie. [ with a nod. That's another food he can name that he'd enjoy seeing his beloved's interpretation of. ]
[ Looking up at K again, he wants to ask the question in return but is wary of the answer. Given K's role in his homeworld's society, it sounds like it has the potential to be a loaded question. He tables it for now, instead watching K's face for a reaction his answers. The slow off-rhythm dance gives him the time to enjoy the closeness and set his mind on the comfort of safety that brings. ]
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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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Bass so loud you can feel it in your bones. [ This is accompanied by a weak projection to K about what he means, a view of the room from his own perspective. He's leaned against a black-painted wall, far away from the dancers. ] Music for hours composed on or by computer programs and pumped into the room by more of the same. The fragrant haze from fog machines and vaporized intoxicants. People taking selfies to show their newsfeeds what they're missing. "Wish you were here," and oh boy did they ever.
[ The projection fades, and he can't help but feel a pang of loneliness of being set apart from everyone as the view of the dancers falls away. He hadn't meant for that to slip in. The raves he attended were ones he generally considered good memories. That's why he'd brought it up. But rather than linger on that negative emotion, Tech Boy squeezes K in a brief hug then settles back into comfortably cuddling him while they dance. This is why he wants K to see it. Surrounded by an environment designed to boost his power, but with K at his side. ]
I had a white stretch limo with all the options. The mood lighting, the softest leather. Gotta arrive in style so everyone knows where the party is. Hardly anyone's allowed inside [ except for Media. Fuck. ] but they see me coming. It feels good to be seen like that.
[ Tech Boy looks up at K again, tilting his head ever so slightly to one side. ] I want to take you out. "In" is good. I like "in". I prefer "in"... but I want to take you out somewhere sometime and spoil you Technical Boy style. [ a beat. ] If you want to.
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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. ]