just work stuff, housecleaning
probably going out somewhere this evening

"I'm waiting for it to warm up so I can go walking in my tank top. Yesterday was unfortunately dreary here, so no tank top action."

Smiles.

"Any plans for today?"

Song: Mr. Brightside
by The Killers

Song: Friday I'm in Love (2019 Glastonbury)
by The Cure

I don't usually run
anyway i'm very mellow this morning

Nuzzles you.

"I'm glad I have you in my life."

Nods.

"Thank you for listening. And not running as fast as you can the other direction."

Laughs.

Song: Friday I'm in Love
by The Cure

one hand patting you

lots of things do take time
or so i've found here and there

   Mallplex
EZ Mike doesn't respond.

He doesn't even try and catch a glimpse of your bare ass as you walk by him to the bathroom.

Instead he sniffs. Quietly to himself. Rolls onto his hands and knees, and follows after you.

Closing the bathroom door when he gets there, and reaching for the razor-saw.

Turning back to toward the still moving, still bleeding, still.... bubbling corpse.

A low exhale.

"Okay."

^{whiirrrrrrrrrrrr!}

L/P

looking in

Bareback

rolling over
and giving you a hug

wish I had an answer to that

   Mallplex
Getting her hearing back was not much of a mercy, given that Ajax's body was still issuing noise of a certain sort.

The dull dribble of blood onto the fabric of the carpet.

The errant snap of ruined electrical circuits arcing.

The irregular, low gurgle of rotating neck-servos damaged and re-calibrating into the lack of brain signal.

The heavy metal rattle of Ajax's right arm, fingers caught in the telephone wire and suspending the limb up, embedded motors still repeating the last movement command-fragment, armor plates shuddering under synth-skin.

His augmented lungs that enjoyed a hit from her vape not an hour ago, detecting abnormal oxygen levels and click-hissing, bubbling and automatically purging artificial gasps of foam.

Disorganized movements still whirring in his legs in irregular, lazy growls.

MILLIE drooled and spat in desperation to clear the taste of death from her lips, finally letting her arms down and looking down for any clean patch of her hands so that she could try and wipe at her face.

"Yo a-are you okay…? to…?" her question shriveled into what barely shivered above the level of a whimper.

The suggestion of a shower gave her permission to try and escape the responsibility so so bravely accepted to shove onto you.

"This…this was a bad guy, okay Mikey? He was a bad guy, he like mowed down a whole bar of people…"

She shambled away awkwardly, admitting herself into the bathroom and turning on the water for… everything. Sink, shower… she even just randomly flushed the toilet. It helped a little…

"Trauma does strange things to the mind."

Nods.

"I didn't forget you. I'm just...not the person I was before. I wish I was. I wanna go back to that so bad."

Closes eyes.

"I was so happy..."

Tears flowing.

"How can some people steal happiness so easily?"

ride

carpet

turning my head

good morning to you

Kneels here and waits for the sunlight.

"Mornin, Ebonie."

Smiles.

Meandering here for a while

"The Master's Seal part reminded me of Sweets."

Smiles.

"She bears the Master's Seal."

Nods.