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Does no one ever wonder why...
It is beyond our specific control
Instinctively we must go on, yes?
Love is the world's modus operandi
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Dogtown
ππͺπͺ, ππ₯ππ± π₯ππ³π’ π΄π’ π₯π’π―π’?In and out, the breathing continues. Slow. Steady. What began as a simple biomon emergency activation, keeping vitals going, blood pumping to brain, evens out into a more controlled breath. The eyes still stare out into nothing. The body inert, besides the simple in and out of gentle chest compression. The left hand singed, fingers burnt, and would be blistered, if the blood had continued pumping through the extremity. But the body, save the critical path from brain to heart, remained on. Remained active. Remained... Alive?
"He's breathing, but the pulse isn't traveling through his wrist. He's got no pulse."
"Check his neck."
The press of bare fingers to the Carotid gives that steady pulse of blood to brain, the sign of all life.
ππ₯π’π―π’ ππͺ β?
The gunman who came when Gary the Plug-den proprietor fled outward from the labyrinth, abided to the protection money Gary forcefully provided them every week. There were three of them, and they looked less like Corpo hitmen and more like denizens of a punk-rock show in Dogtown.
Skuzz, the one with his hand on Felix, turned to Geezer, his elder and higher import companion.
"What, we leave him? Gaz said guy in here was trying to jack-in raw"
Geezer spat. "Boy's braindead like 4 hits of Soma to the noggin. Empty his pockets and let's look for the blond lady."
It was interesting, the way cheap aural augs take so long to reboot. But they had, and the information came in, and instead of traveling through tympanic nerve clusters to the Auditory Cortex, the augs rerouted it towards the chip.
ππͺπͺπͺ... ππ¬π± π³π’π―πΆ π«π¦π π’ π±π¬ π€π¬ π±π₯π―π¬π²π€π₯ π±π₯π¦π«π€π° π±π₯ππ± ππ―π’π«'π± πΆπ¬π²π―π°.
The eyes on Felix blink. the lids scraping against the dehydrated sclera, almost audible in their friction.
Schoolo, the third member of the group, was already moving off down the hall, checking rooms for evidence of this blond woman Gary was so sure was here.
"Nnnnghhhh." Felix said.
"Holy shit, Gonk's still talkin'! But, it looks like your limbs are useless, friendo, so I'm gonna take the stuff outta your pockets. Not like you need 'em."
βπ¬π΄ π―π²π‘π¦πͺπ’π«π±ππ―πΆ. ππ¬π― π±π₯π’ π°π²πππ¬π°π’π‘ πͺππ°π±π’π―π° π¬π£ π±π₯π’ ππ©ππ«π’π±, π±π₯π¦π° π’π©π’π π±π―π¬-π°π¦π€π«ππ© π°πΆπ«πππ°π’ π°πΆπ°π±π’πͺ π¦π° ππ’π―π³π’π―π°π’π©πΆ π°π¦πͺππ©π’.
With Skuzz leaned over Felix, the distance his left hand had to go, from limp against the ground, to jamming the charred end of his data-link cable into Skuzz's neck was deceptively short.
ππ’π―π³π’π―π°π’π©πΆ π°π¦πͺππ©π’.
Skuzz's left hand, holding his pistol, straightens it out wide to his left, and dumps the magazine of 9mm into the torso of Geezer in an explosion of rapid gunfire.
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Apartment
"Yeah, mom said you were—j-just… you know how moms can be. Cringy as fuck."A shrug preceded a glance around the place, given the knee-high perspective of a toddler. Wow, electrical sockets were really just at eye level, no wonder they had to be childproofed.
Her phone came sliding back, gently, across the carpet. Baked goods, which twitched her lips as she tried not to betray the fact that it was adorable just the way your sensibilities were aligned.
"Were you always into baking, or did you start that during lockdown like a bunch of other people — including Julie — did?" Still, it was your apartment and whatever smells you wanted. She opened another app, and threw some items to be delivered next-day, sliding the phone back your way as a secondary, parallel conversation on devices.
She had the dumbest things in the basket already, for you to add to. Scented candles and kitchenware. The rare Domestic Holly, at least peeking in from the periphery, shyly from around the corner.
"Alright. It might not be outta reach, but it might ask that you make some sacrifices. If I were Elodie, the most important thing is that my sense of stability is broken. That my understanding of your motivations and decision-making betrayed me. I'd have a hard time building confidence in you again. If I were Elodie…" Holly settled back on her palms after she slid that phone over, her posture broadcasting calm even if she were opining over existential issues for them all.
"…I'd have a hard time grasping this new adventure of yours, or why you decided to embark on it. And that's curving the important part of feeling like you betrayed me, right? I don't have a solution for that one, that's deep within her — buried like a fragmenting bullet. I can't speak on that. But… well maybe she'll want to know why, and if there's space for her, and if that space is something she can be happy with."
It was an… Optimistic viewpoint, but they weren't about to nix anything based on odds.
"Allies, you'll find them at Sodom. It's primarily a gay male club, but they welcome allyship of all sorts. Might be a bit of a strong move if you're not ready to come out as Enby, yet, but you can back-pocket it. My friend V is full of great advice, though. I can put you in touch. Oh speaking of which, did you reach out to Lilly Thorpe?"
Yes, she was speaking a mile a minute. Holly, encouraged into solution-seeking, will just go like a cruise missile until you tell her to stop.
"…Brix, I can't make promises. Like I said, he's… we're… I-I mean the thing is—"
…
Holly grew a little quiet — not perturbed, not curling inward on herself like you may. She simply sat laboring over the self-edit a few times.
"Communication is an effort. I'm working on it."
walks into the bar with some free time
Is where or when to concede...
The only consideration to contemplate here...
Getting a rum and coke and sitting down
There is no individuality in this.
I say... we all need love.
To each their own they say...
Definition
Sensuality is a dearly shared experience....
Sexuality is an individually set measure