Prepare yourself for a very thorough investigation. Could take hours. Just sayin'
Of course. Anything you need. In-person or network? or both. Both is good and I really could use an extra pair of eyes watching my back. Some friendly eyes. Eyes I trust implicitly, instead of whatever else is watching me.
Watching you? Are you all right? It's just us and the Pokémon here, and they're currently with me.
[ Not counting any unseen, malevolent entities that could be lurking... something K's even more worried about now. Might be time to refresh the incense, for whatever protection it offers. ]
I'm all right. Just got the feeling like when someone is trying to stare a hole into the back of your neck. Little invasive optical fingers that you can't swat away. It's somehow worse when I know no one could be watching. Making the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I didn't miss this.
But yeah, I miss what we had there too. I miss--
Hang on. I'll come to you. Testing. One, Two
--Three. [ It's a quantum jump, and for a moment Tech Boy can still feel himself in the other room and within whatever is passing for a Network in this place. Of course, when he catches up to himself, he's hit with a glitch that ripples painfully through his body. He's still fine. Nothing K hasn't seen before... but it sucks. ] Ow. [ Tech Boy stretches, cracks his neck with a push to his chin, then rubs his hands over his arms as if he's cold. ] Still getting used to that.
Love, I feel better already. [ Being in K's close proximity does that to him. ] What's up?
[ Following the connection of K's network device will land TB in one of the bathrooms within their sizable Trench home. The room is pleasantly heated, with steam rising from the ornate tub K is making use of while the pair of Pokémon entertain themselves in an adjoining room. K's sporting what appear to be minor burns scattered across his body, though they don't seem to be causing him any discomfort. The smile he offers Tech Boy fades into a look of concern as he notices the glitch. Tech Boy clearly isn't all right, and now there's new worries on top of that.
K's request had been a setup for a joke and he feels kind of silly now for pulling Tech Boy away from undoubtedly more important matters, but... it shouldn't go to waste, right? Maybe a distraction from the feelings of being watched would be good. ]
I needed you to click something for me.
[ Glancing down, he sends something to Tech Boy's device:
K thinks he's hilarious. Even if his concern is overriding his sense of humour at the moment. ]
While you're here... I'd also like your opinion on something. And you should finish your thought, about what you miss.
[ And then they should really talk about those invasive feelings Tech Boy's experiencing. ]
(i want you to know i keep trying to click that box)
[ From the look of K's burns, neither one of them is really "all right" by the usual definition. Taking inventory of the damage, Tech Boy frowns for a moment, sharing in mutual concern. Being back in a world where they're subject to weird situational damage is not his idea of a good time, but he's a little more emotionally prepared for it this time because they're in this bullshit together from the beginning... whatever this bullshit world is. (The wrong side of the far future is what it is. Fuck.)
Other than the feeling of being watched by disembodied eyes and the occasional glitching that started even before they spent time as squids (a experience he keeps trying to erase from his permanent memory and ironically failing due to his system upgrades), Tech Boy isn't feeling too poorly. That weird network is going to take some adjusting to, but he's more worried about K right now.
Tech Boy grins at the CAPTCHA image. He's can't help it. It's a good distraction. ] You're adorable.
[ He moves to stand behind K, crouching until his chin is resting on K's shoulder. ] To your rescue. [ Tech Boy reaches out to tap the little check box on K's device with a little "boop" and a kiss to his neck. Still cool, he observes. Even with the warm bathwater. Not unpleasantly so, but noticeable.
He stays in the same position, reaching out with his power to see about soothing K's burns. ] My opinion on what?
[ An unnaturally high pain tolerance has rendered the burns as superficial damage, more or less, and not something K seems worried about himself. Just part of having newfound elemental abilities that aren't under control yet, much like his unusual body temperature is. The effects of Tech Boy's power draws a quiet hum of surprise from him, but he isn't going to turn down the attention. It feels nice. He tilts his head a little to lean against Tech Boy's, his smile returning at having his joke indulged. To be fair, it was a pretty good joke, even if he does think so himself.
(Though, embarrassingly, he can't deny experiencing some minor but very real pangs of panic every time he encountered CAPTCHAs of this kind in Tech Boy's homeworld. The treatment he receives within his own homeworld has never really left him; he still expects discrimination because of what he is.) ]
Do you agree or disagree? [ His amusement is clear in his voice. Even if he already knows the answer, it's worth sharing just to experience Tech Boy's reaction in person.
Does TB regret introducing him to the memes and internet of his homeworld yet? ]
[ Even if the burns are just superficial and the healing doesn't take long, it pleases Tech Boy to be able to reach out and soothe any and all of K's discomforts. Tech Boy rests that thread of his power within K, curling up like a contented cat. He'd purr if he could.
Closing his eyes lightly, he expands his awareness just enough to feel the pulse of K's warm blood through his body. It carries a strange electrical charge that hadn't been there before their arrival in Trench. It's fascinating. Doubly so because it doesn't feel too out of place within K's complex systems. With just a little concentration, Tech Boy can see the branches and swirls of that power--beautiful, bright, and delicate.
He blinks. That's new. ]
Hmm? [ A small questioning sound as he shifts his gaze to K's Omni. Tech Boy swears slowly and softly right into K's ear. He shudders then laughs, voice gone a little husky. ] Agree. Strongly.
[ He smirks. Without moving, Tech Boy sends a new image to K's inbox. He regrets absolutely nothing about the results of K's introduction to memes. ]
[ The reaction he receives is even better than anything he could've imagined. And the accompanying image.... He laughs in a breath, pleased. They've gotten right to the point, haven't they? ]
Yes, sir.
[ It isn't a form of address he would've thought to use for Tech Boy on his own (beyond their first meeting, when it had been impersonally polite), but there's a practised quality that makes it sound unforced when K says it. Setting his Omni aside, K reaches back blindly seeking Tech Boy's neck, feeling his way with wet fingers to the nape. He tilts his head back to give a teasing smile. ]
You're a bit overdressed.
[ K's own changed physiology is a source of curiosity for him, and he could sense the careful way Tech Boy was feeling it out, but — there's still the matter of unwelcome phantom voyeurs to discuss first. He gives a little squeeze before releasing the nape of Tech Boy's neck, afterward reaching for one of his hands to hold instead. ]
What do you think it is? That's causing you to feel watched. [ In retrospect, he thinks this might explain some of Tech Boy's odd behaviour of late. Whatever the cause is, it must be growing more intense. ] The incense might help, the way it did in Deerington... [ Considering they'd also received some upon arrival in Trench. That had prompted K — once his memories had returned — to gather even more, in case. With October approaching, he figures it's better to be safe than sorry when it comes to supplies so they won't even need to leave the house. ]
[ "Sir" isn't something he likes to be called (and he especially doesn't usually like it from K), but the image had amused him and was a direct and playful way of getting to his point. K's laugh and the teasing smile indicates the cheek of it played well. He'd been hoping so.
Tech Boy hums softly in agreement as a response to the "overdressed" comment, and he arches in such a way to give K an easier time exploring with his wet fingers. Closing his eyes, he enjoys the sense of calm he can feel in moments like this. K always knows what to do to calm his frenzied mind. Things had been a little worse ever since their arrival here, and the closeness between them is keeping him sane.
Ah, a fuck would be nice. But even as he projects that thought to K, his eyes open to follow the progression of K's hand to hold his own. He muses in a quiet voice. ] I never thought I'd be so comforted by the smell of incense. The Old Gods use it a lot in their rituals, so it's easy to just dismiss it as "their" bullshit. Not anymore though. It makes me think of all the times you've rescued me. Even when you're hurting, you're always looking out for me. Regardless of what the incense actually does, it makes me think of you, and that helps more than anything.
[ Without a doubt, there's some kind of bullshit magic in the incense that keeps the creeping horrors from invading their home, but K's the one who thinks about these things. The god's protector. And that's where he'll always put his own faith. ]
It feels like something with too many eyes. If I didn't know any better, I'd say Argus. Or New Media. Or the Archivist. But it doesn't have that kind of weight. [ He clears his throat lightly. ] It's probably just my imagination. Definitely not something lurking in the shadows for when my guard is down. [ a pause ] Yeah, let's get the incense lit once you'd done here. I feel better like this, but we'll have to move eventually.
It's this place. Whatever's causing it probably has something to do with-- [ He strokes K's fingers with his own as they hold hands. The Blood is the unspoken word. ] How are you holding up?
[ Following the projected thought with such sentimental words is an amusing juxtaposition, and it's difficult to say which warms him more. Both are good. He hadn't felt one way or the other about incense before that October in Deerington, but he's definitely touched by the association now, knowing it represents protection and can bring comfort to Tech Boy like that. All things that honestly do K a world of good to hear right now. It really hasn't been an easy time in Trench lately. ]
Being in your imagination might not mean it isn't real. Deerington was a dream, and it was real. Who knows with this place. We should keep our guards up. [ He brushes a kiss to Tech Boy's fingers. ] You're very sweet. I'm okay.
[ When it comes to his powers, he clearly isn't, but he doesn't think there's anything that can be done about it and he doesn't want to make Tech Boy feel as helpless as he does. Not when he's already struggling, too. It's better to focus on the few things they do have some control over — like the incense. And what they'd joked about. Sex as a distraction from unpleasantness has served them well before, and probably also will now.
Setting the tub to drain, he stands and steps out of it, pulling on a linen robe and tying it at the waist. Then socks, because the floors of their house were probably not meant for bare feet (one of the many features of their high-rise he misses). He holds a hand back out to Tech Boy and waits for him to take it before he sets about seeing to the incense. The sticks are methodically arranged and lit in what he feels are some of the prime locations in their house, and more besides, because the extra can't hurt right now and they have plenty to spare. The lighting process is occasionally achieved through small blue flames that manifest from K's own fingertips — of the hand not holding Tech Boy's — a minor but helpful trick he's learnt. And luckily, the flames remain within his control this time. Or it may have less to do with luck and more to do with Tech Boy's emotionally steadying presence beside him. ]
It isn't a bad thing to be associated with. [ He glances at Tech Boy with a smile as he says it. ] It does smell good. Even when we kept it burning full time, I never minded it. How are you feeling?
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I also need your help with something. Unrelated to large bulges.
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Of course. Anything you need. In-person or network? or both. Both is good and I really could use an extra pair of eyes watching my back. Some friendly eyes. Eyes I trust implicitly, instead of whatever else is watching me.
This place is too fucking much.
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[ Not counting any unseen, malevolent entities that could be lurking... something K's even more worried about now. Might be time to refresh the incense, for whatever protection it offers. ]
I miss what we had in your homeworld too.
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But yeah, I miss what we had there too. I miss--
Hang on. I'll come to you. Testing. One, Two
--Three. [ It's a quantum jump, and for a moment Tech Boy can still feel himself in the other room and within whatever is passing for a Network in this place. Of course, when he catches up to himself, he's hit with a glitch that ripples painfully through his body. He's still fine. Nothing K hasn't seen before... but it sucks. ] Ow. [ Tech Boy stretches, cracks his neck with a push to his chin, then rubs his hands over his arms as if he's cold. ] Still getting used to that.
Love, I feel better already. [ Being in K's close proximity does that to him. ] What's up?
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K's request had been a setup for a joke and he feels kind of silly now for pulling Tech Boy away from undoubtedly more important matters, but... it shouldn't go to waste, right? Maybe a distraction from the feelings of being watched would be good. ]
I needed you to click something for me.
[ Glancing down, he sends something to Tech Boy's device:
K thinks he's hilarious. Even if his concern is overriding his sense of humour at the moment. ]
While you're here... I'd also like your opinion on something. And you should finish your thought, about what you miss.
[ And then they should really talk about those invasive feelings Tech Boy's experiencing. ]
(i want you to know i keep trying to click that box)
Other than the feeling of being watched by disembodied eyes and the occasional glitching that started even before they spent time as squids (a experience he keeps trying to erase from his permanent memory and ironically failing due to his system upgrades), Tech Boy isn't feeling too poorly. That weird network is going to take some adjusting to, but he's more worried about K right now.
Tech Boy grins at the CAPTCHA image. He's can't help it. It's a good distraction. ] You're adorable.
[ He moves to stand behind K, crouching until his chin is resting on K's shoulder. ] To your rescue. [ Tech Boy reaches out to tap the little check box on K's device with a little "boop" and a kiss to his neck. Still cool, he observes. Even with the warm bathwater. Not unpleasantly so, but noticeable.
He stays in the same position, reaching out with his power to see about soothing K's burns. ] My opinion on what?
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(Though, embarrassingly, he can't deny experiencing some minor but very real pangs of panic every time he encountered CAPTCHAs of this kind in Tech Boy's homeworld. The treatment he receives within his own homeworld has never really left him; he still expects discrimination because of what he is.) ]
Thank you, sweetheart. Your opinion on this.
[ This time he simply holds his Omni flat-side down against his palm so the domed side projects the image for Tech Boy to see. ]
Do you agree or disagree? [ His amusement is clear in his voice. Even if he already knows the answer, it's worth sharing just to experience Tech Boy's reaction in person.
Does TB regret introducing him to the memes and internet of his homeworld yet? ]
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Closing his eyes lightly, he expands his awareness just enough to feel the pulse of K's warm blood through his body. It carries a strange electrical charge that hadn't been there before their arrival in Trench. It's fascinating. Doubly so because it doesn't feel too out of place within K's complex systems. With just a little concentration, Tech Boy can see the branches and swirls of that power--beautiful, bright, and delicate.
He blinks. That's new. ]
Hmm? [ A small questioning sound as he shifts his gaze to K's Omni. Tech Boy swears slowly and softly right into K's ear. He shudders then laughs, voice gone a little husky. ] Agree. Strongly.
[ He smirks. Without moving, Tech Boy sends a new image to K's inbox. He regrets absolutely nothing about the results of K's introduction to memes. ]
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Yes, sir.
[ It isn't a form of address he would've thought to use for Tech Boy on his own (beyond their first meeting, when it had been impersonally polite), but there's a practised quality that makes it sound unforced when K says it. Setting his Omni aside, K reaches back blindly seeking Tech Boy's neck, feeling his way with wet fingers to the nape. He tilts his head back to give a teasing smile. ]
You're a bit overdressed.
[ K's own changed physiology is a source of curiosity for him, and he could sense the careful way Tech Boy was feeling it out, but — there's still the matter of unwelcome phantom voyeurs to discuss first. He gives a little squeeze before releasing the nape of Tech Boy's neck, afterward reaching for one of his hands to hold instead. ]
What do you think it is? That's causing you to feel watched. [ In retrospect, he thinks this might explain some of Tech Boy's odd behaviour of late. Whatever the cause is, it must be growing more intense. ] The incense might help, the way it did in Deerington... [ Considering they'd also received some upon arrival in Trench. That had prompted K — once his memories had returned — to gather even more, in case. With October approaching, he figures it's better to be safe than sorry when it comes to supplies so they won't even need to leave the house. ]
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Tech Boy hums softly in agreement as a response to the "overdressed" comment, and he arches in such a way to give K an easier time exploring with his wet fingers. Closing his eyes, he enjoys the sense of calm he can feel in moments like this. K always knows what to do to calm his frenzied mind. Things had been a little worse ever since their arrival here, and the closeness between them is keeping him sane.
Ah, a fuck would be nice. But even as he projects that thought to K, his eyes open to follow the progression of K's hand to hold his own. He muses in a quiet voice. ] I never thought I'd be so comforted by the smell of incense. The Old Gods use it a lot in their rituals, so it's easy to just dismiss it as "their" bullshit. Not anymore though. It makes me think of all the times you've rescued me. Even when you're hurting, you're always looking out for me. Regardless of what the incense actually does, it makes me think of you, and that helps more than anything.
[ Without a doubt, there's some kind of bullshit magic in the incense that keeps the creeping horrors from invading their home, but K's the one who thinks about these things. The god's protector. And that's where he'll always put his own faith. ]
It feels like something with too many eyes. If I didn't know any better, I'd say Argus. Or New Media. Or the Archivist. But it doesn't have that kind of weight. [ He clears his throat lightly. ] It's probably just my imagination. Definitely not something lurking in the shadows for when my guard is down. [ a pause ] Yeah, let's get the incense lit once you'd done here. I feel better like this, but we'll have to move eventually.
It's this place. Whatever's causing it probably has something to do with-- [ He strokes K's fingers with his own as they hold hands. The Blood is the unspoken word. ] How are you holding up?
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Being in your imagination might not mean it isn't real. Deerington was a dream, and it was real. Who knows with this place. We should keep our guards up. [ He brushes a kiss to Tech Boy's fingers. ] You're very sweet. I'm okay.
[ When it comes to his powers, he clearly isn't, but he doesn't think there's anything that can be done about it and he doesn't want to make Tech Boy feel as helpless as he does. Not when he's already struggling, too. It's better to focus on the few things they do have some control over — like the incense. And what they'd joked about. Sex as a distraction from unpleasantness has served them well before, and probably also will now.
Setting the tub to drain, he stands and steps out of it, pulling on a linen robe and tying it at the waist. Then socks, because the floors of their house were probably not meant for bare feet (one of the many features of their high-rise he misses). He holds a hand back out to Tech Boy and waits for him to take it before he sets about seeing to the incense. The sticks are methodically arranged and lit in what he feels are some of the prime locations in their house, and more besides, because the extra can't hurt right now and they have plenty to spare. The lighting process is occasionally achieved through small blue flames that manifest from K's own fingertips — of the hand not holding Tech Boy's — a minor but helpful trick he's learnt. And luckily, the flames remain within his control this time. Or it may have less to do with luck and more to do with Tech Boy's emotionally steadying presence beside him. ]
It isn't a bad thing to be associated with. [ He glances at Tech Boy with a smile as he says it. ] It does smell good. Even when we kept it burning full time, I never minded it. How are you feeling?