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It's the anniversary. Glam would very much not like to celebrate.
It’s their last day on Winslow High—they’re being transferred to Arcadia on Monday—and also their last day without a patrol schedule assigned.
And the PRT released a small announcement on its website about Glam joining the Wards. Now their wiki page doesn’t get erased, of course—they’re no longer speculative. They wonder what it’s got on them.
Sadde and Bell in Worm
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mxglam
mxglam
"Well, see, the incommunicable part would annoy me! I like talking." Pause. "You may have noticed this."
mxglam
"Shut up," he laughs. "Turning things verbal is kind of a hobby. Describing stuff, analyzing it in a way that can make it understood by other people. It's probably why I'm not too frustrated with my power, even if it runs on imagination it at least has rules I can properly explain."
mxglam
"Yes. Pretty much. Though that's not as frustrating to me," he says, shrugging. "I don't care all that much about actually explaining it, as long as I'm able to? Though explaining it to you was fun, too."
mxglam
"Well, having to explain included giving you ultimate blackmail material and giving you control over my power forever—the fact that you turned out to be the only person who's immune to it was coincidental. I kinda calculated I might need to do that when I asked you to radio stuff in Acapulco, because hell, driving an Endbringer away earlier is totally worth it. And maybe there was a part of me that really wanted to have an excuse to tell. But, you know, conflicting desires."
thinkering
"I think you'll get bored and wander off in ten minutes. Or start a conversation with the bot."
mxglam
"That's possible," they agree. "But I won't know 'til I try."
And of course there's the ulterior motive of spending more time with her but. Sssshhhhhh, secret.
And of course there's the ulterior motive of spending more time with her but. Sssshhhhhh, secret.
thinkering
Lorica finishes the last couple bites of sandwich, her helmet clamps down, and she says, "Suit yourself."
And she builds a robot.
And she builds a robot.
mxglam
And he starts watching.
And either because it really is that interesting or because he doesn't have anything better to do or because he really likes spending time with her even without being sociable or a combination of those, he does not in fact leave after ten minutes.
Or thirty.
He mmmmiiiight be starting to get bored if it starts pushing an hour.
And either because it really is that interesting or because he doesn't have anything better to do or because he really likes spending time with her even without being sociable or a combination of those, he does not in fact leave after ten minutes.
Or thirty.
He mmmmiiiight be starting to get bored if it starts pushing an hour.
thinkering
Lorica finishes a robot. She starts on another robot. As always she has no visible facial expression, but she's very absolutely focused on her work. Sometimes robots bring her things. Sometimes she reaches for tools without turning her head.
mxglam
His attention is renewed when she starts the new robot. He wants to see where she does things differently there.
mxglam
Alright. Now he's actually bored, though he doesn't really want to leave, 'cause. Well. He's with his crush, what'd you expect?
Eventually he decides to go back to his room to grab a couple of books and then return, assuming a bot will open the door for him when he does.
Eventually he decides to go back to his room to grab a couple of books and then return, assuming a bot will open the door for him when he does.
mxglam
He sits cross-legged by Lorica, not getting in her way and mostly reading his books, sometimes looking up to see how far she is in that particular robot or whether any emerging differences from the previous ones are obvious thus far.
mxglam
Whee!
...if it reaches the fourth hour he'll probably get back to his room and browse or something. There's only so much warm fuzziness can do.
...if it reaches the fourth hour he'll probably get back to his room and browse or something. There's only so much warm fuzziness can do.