When the Dreams Run Dry

“When the dreams run dry...

                                             I’ll be where I always was.”

AHIT & NSR OC blog written by Lecter!

Kiss Day!

@metroseamstress​‘ Ane and her daughter approached!:

😘 Ane AND Anne...

A hearty little chuckle as the the woman and her little gal gave him a little peck on each cheek!

Are you.. Kissing that sewer rat? || Belated but Accepting!!

@darkwaved​ kissed:

😘 she's going to ask politely first.

Ba-Dump.

Her question felt unfair... The steely look in her eyes with her proximity causing heat to rush through his cheeks. It was rare for even him to see her without her helmet, yet the woman he knew still remained underneath it all. And as beautiful to him as ever.

Was she wrong? Or misremember? No she could have sworn he had some form of notoriety. Well, that mattered little, all things considered.

“ Apologies, I m-merely wish t-to understand your perspective, you see… ”

He was a rocker. That’s all that was important.

“ A-as I’ve stated sir, you are free to leave now if you wish to avoid answering. Consider this a… survey, rather th-than an interrogation. ”

Was that comforting at all? Maybe not, but it was honest. She knew she was stretching the limits of what she was allowed to do. But it was important to her. The VCPD, in spite of what it and it’s members meant to her, was flawed in their perception of rock vs. EDM musicians. She noticed. She’d seen complaints from both sides, the discrepancy was clear. Historically, the game has been rigged for some time. For the sake of the city, she needed to find a way to fix it.

“ I simply a-ask that if you choose to answer, you do so honestly, so that we of the Vinyl City Police Force may d-do better in serving this city. With that s-said… ” she steadied herself.

“ Do you feel as though rockers have faced unfair treatment by the police force of this city? ”

She wasn’t wrong by any means... It was just easier for Tyton to try to deflect some of the fame, if he could. But (perhaps due to the resources available to her as an NSR robot), she was already sharp.

The tremble in her voice as she stared on, the LEDs on her screen displaying an expression of almost... unease? Was she capable of feeling that? ...Regardless, he feels all but compelled to at least hint at some sincerity...

“...I think that it’s tough. What we have is the aftermath of what basic’ly ‘mounted to a basically bloodless civil war ‘n our soil. The major figures dun declared peacetime, but things ain’t so simple in folks’ hearts.”

Words whistled in raspy baritone, perhaps sore from the previous night... But nevertheless, he continued, eyes tracing the cracks in the pavement.

”Rockers have been in the minority fer awhile now, though, and... Well, while it makes sense fer big institutions to feel wary... I DO think I see more rockers in cuffs than anyone else.”

He looked her in the face once more, deathly aware that he opened up more than he thought was safe at the police officer...

The man takes a few moments to stare down the absolute Unit in his PO box, having sat there for over a month. From Blue, that Inkling he'd met a couple of times here and there.

For a moment, he sinks into the plastic gaze of his companion...

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