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[brandnewtech]

{ action and interaction in an alternate plane }

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[brandnewtech]

"A year ago, I didn't know how precious your interruptions would be to me. One of my favorite parts of the day." Tech Boy tilts his head slightly with the slight curl of a smirk on his lips. Then he huffs softly. "More like the work keeps trying to interrupt our time together. Not going to let it."

Patience is one of many lessons he learned from K. Actually caring about someone enough to slow down in order to understand, appreciate, and accommodate another person's needs, wants, and experiences. They're still learning from each other--the god and the replicant with so much in common yet still so much undiscovered--and they'll have all the time in the world. A year is nothing, barely even the beginning. And with the technology god's newly stable upgrade, Tech Boy is as good as reborn. Restarting the clock, turning over the hourglass, and all that flowery idiom crap. Yes, they have a lot to look forward to, and quite a long time to do it in.

He squeezes K's hand in return, absorbing K's emotions and sentiments and returning them in kind. It strikes Tech Boy as strange to think how much more he smiles these days, but he's doing it again. But only for one person. His person. The only person who matters in this dream world and the next.

"What a romantic you've turned me into. Would never have known I had it in me, but you bring out the best. And lucky you, it's all yours." He goes up on his toes briefly to look K directly in the eye. With a quick grin, he winks with a (possibly redundant) "As am I." before landing back on his heels.

This year milestone deserves to be celebrated with as much pomp as the god can give it. And it matters most of all because he knows it's important to K. They promised to make their own traditions. To make their own memories. This anniversary day is something just for the two of them. And, potentially, it will become something more than the day K first knocked on the god's door.

The anticipation raises another rush of heat to Tech Boy's face. He bites his lip briefly then leans back in to steal another kiss, soft yet full of emotion. Feeling the rise of another kind of heat, Tech Boy breaks the kiss reluctantly, then rests his free hand on K's chest.

"What would be the most romantic thing to do next?" He lifts an eyebrow, indicating that it's a sincere question. "The possibilities are practically bursting."