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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
That... is...
It's not the most comfortable thing ever but he leans on her anyway and absolutely does not let her see his face.
It's not the most comfortable thing ever but he leans on her anyway and absolutely does not let her see his face.
thinkering
Her armor's actually pretty flexible, but it is indeed not designed for hugging.
mxglam
"So you remember how I said I like looking at my brain and introspecting and figuring myself out and stuff?"
mxglam
"I may have been. Less than joking. When I said. A thing." Pause. "On the boat."
thinkering
"I don't remember literally everything you said on the boat but bot's got a guess."
thinkering
"You don't really want to talk about this right now, do you?"
thinkering
"Okay."
Pat pat. Lorica gets up. The bot stays put.
"Youth guard person wants in. Costume."
Pat pat. Lorica gets up. The bot stays put.
"Youth guard person wants in. Costume."
thinkering
The bots let the youth guard person in.
"What energetic little guards you have."
"I'm so sorry if they kept you waiting!" chirps Lorica. "They're autonomous and didn't recognize you! How can I help you?"
"I'm just having a look around," says Al. "Hi, Glam. So, Lorica, as long as I'm here anyway I wanted to make sure you aren't up at all hours, tinkering...?"
"Oh no," Lorica says, saccharine sweet. "I get a full eight hours every night. My dad and I go home at the same time most days! He can probably tell you everything you might want to know."
"Mm-hm. And you're not working through your lunch break...?"
"Three squares a day, plus," Lorica indicates her fruit bowl. "You'll forgive me if I don't demonstrate! I take my identity really seriously."
"That's fine, that's fine," says Al. "Glam, how about you?"
"What energetic little guards you have."
"I'm so sorry if they kept you waiting!" chirps Lorica. "They're autonomous and didn't recognize you! How can I help you?"
"I'm just having a look around," says Al. "Hi, Glam. So, Lorica, as long as I'm here anyway I wanted to make sure you aren't up at all hours, tinkering...?"
"Oh no," Lorica says, saccharine sweet. "I get a full eight hours every night. My dad and I go home at the same time most days! He can probably tell you everything you might want to know."
"Mm-hm. And you're not working through your lunch break...?"
"Three squares a day, plus," Lorica indicates her fruit bowl. "You'll forgive me if I don't demonstrate! I take my identity really seriously."
"That's fine, that's fine," says Al. "Glam, how about you?"
mxglam
"I'm fine. Calmed down some. Sorry for my outburst." They almost say 'must've been the teenage hormones.'
"That's good to hear. And you've probably not been around enough to have any sleep disruption, but they're not looking covetously at your mealtimes or nights...?"
mxglam
"Not as far as I know! And I'm just starting anyway, very light workload for the time being. I'm being transferred to Arcadia on Monday, too."
thinkering
"Ah, shouldn't tell anybody anything that specific," says Al, wagging a finger. "Well, that's all good to hear. I'll leave you two be now." Off he goes.
"Fucking nuisance," says Lorica.
"Fucking nuisance," says Lorica.