* GREG // GRAVITY !

Omi beamed at him. They gently took his hand, running their thumb back and forth over his knuckles, an almost absent action. If they had a heart it would have been pounding at this revelation, but as it was, they simply let out a small nervous laugh. “You know, if it weren’t for the fact you just spit blood on the ground, I would kiss you on the lips right now,” they said quietly.

They’ve come with more than feelings though, and they pulled out a small wet cloth and cleaned the blood off of his face gently. Then, they wrapped bandages around the gash. “You need to b more careful.”

THE TOUCH WAS COMFORTING, IT  caused  him  to  grin  a  little.  their comment  drew  a  chuckle  from  the  bruised  &.  battered  man  and  he  bit  down  softly  on  his  bottom  lip.  ❝  i  want  to  kiss  you  in  the  STARS.  .  .  ❞  he  responded,  gently  resting  his  forehead  against  theirs,  his  eyes  fluttering  closed. 

They stare at him, and almost instinctively run their fingers over the newly exposed areas of his face, fingertips ghosting over his temple. The show of trust had softened the android, and apparently relieved some of their anxiety. There’s a moment where they wish to do more but now wasn’t the time. “Well, I’m not the type to leave my friend to die. I like to think that I’m nicer than that you know,” they said with a small laugh.

I’m sure you can keep them,” they said and stood up. They headed for the door and hesitated. “So, I guess it’s time to meet my family… Just prepare yourself.” They opened the door, and a litle girl ran past, rushing over to Greg.

“Mr. Gravity did you like the goggles I made you?” she said rapidly, stumbling over her words.

Another android joined Omi at the doorway, a little shorter, with a kind face. “You know we do have to talk about how you ran off at some point,” he said, nuding his sibling.

“Or… and hear me out, we don’t talk about it,” Omi said.

HIS FACE IS SOLEMN, ALMOST  stern.  he  has  aged  well,  for  someone  who  has  DIED  and  clawed  his  way  back  to  life.  who  has  been  through  years  of  bones  breaking  and  skin  splitting.  his  face  does  tell  a  tale,  however,  with  the  GHOST  of  scars  of  previous  years  decorating  pale  skin.  there  was  NOTHING  boyish  about  his  looks  anymore,  despite  the  fact  that  he  still  felt  like  a  BOY  at  times.  such  a  HUGE  responsibility  at  a  young  age  had  shoved  greg  into  adulthood  long  before  he  needed  to  be  there. 

he  followed  behind  them,  NERVOUS.  yeah-  the  protector  of  the  universe  is  nervous  over  meeting  an  android  family.  to  beat  it  all,  he’s  not  fully  in  his  suit  and  these  CIVILIAN  clothes  aren’t  what  he’s  used  to.  still  clutching  the  goggles,  he  kneels  down  to  FACE  the  small  girl  with  a  smile.  ❝  i  loved  them.  such  a  REMARKABLE  mind  for  a  child  as  young  as  yourself.  thank  you  for  helping  me  keep  my  identity  hidden  away.  ❞  he  says  with  a  smile  before  sliding  the  goggles  back  on.  he  doesn’t  want  to  make  the  girl  feel  bad.  

“Hey, if handsome guys are gonna save my life, maybe it isn’t so bad,” they teased with a wink. “But I promise, I will do my best to not get forcibly shunted into space a third time. First time I had some fun, met some people, second time I almost die, end up circling around the planet with space junk.”

“You know… I think I am just going to go home and shut down for a few hours. It isn’t sleeping, but it does feel good to not be thinking for a while,” they said, mind trailing off to somewhere more internal. “And then sunbathe for a day. I’m solar powered, clever like that.”

GREG CAN’T STIFLE THE SMALL  chuckle  that  escapes  from  his  lips.  he  readjusts  his  goggles  atop  his  head  and  smiles  at  them.  it’s  NOT  hard  to  tell  he  isn’t  used  to  compliments.  life  like  this  is  ACTUALLY  pretty  lonely.  even  though  he’s  surrounded  by  a  crew,  he  sometimes  feels  like  the  ONLY  person  in  the  universe.

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─ America found New York to be too crowded. She had to walk through the crowds carefully, not wanting to use her super strength on anyone. It isn’t long until she bumps into a man, watching him fall to the floor with a simple bump of the shoulders.  ❛ Oh shit ! Dude i’m so sorry ! ❜ America is quick to offer her hand out so she can help him up. 

“I uh… I want to find out about you on your terms, I want you to trust me,” they said quietly. Their heart, or whatever processor was imitating that, flutters slightly as he said he trusted them. It was comforting, and maybe something more. They move to sit beside him on the bed, head resting on his shoulder. Red hair spills down and then they sighed. “I won’t lie I was very, very scared. I mean you’re so…” They poke his side, cracking a faint smile. “Squishy.”

“Yeah, my family… Listen, I haven’t seen them in three years, and I… Well, home was close and I thought they could help, but understand they might be mad at me still since I did bail on all of them.” And cause half of them to die horribly because they couldn’t do their one job, but that was something for another time. Besides, they liked Gravity, and his opinion of them mattered. They didn’t want it to be marred by their failure. “Rho went shopping, so he actually cooked for you, but I think it’s the first time there has been actual food in this house for years.”

“Thank Iota for the goggles, she’s the little girl. We could always figure out something that could make your goggles stronger, or just a curvature that might make them break less.”

GAZE AVERTS TO HIS BRUISED  hands  as  they  begin  to  speak.  he  knows  it’s  time  now  for  them  to  SEE  him.  they’ve  been  acquainted  for  some  time  now  &.  his  identity  isn’t  something  he’s  too  careful  of,  especially  not  around  those  whose  company  he  enjoys.  it’s  nice  to  take  the  GOGGLES  and  suit  off  every  once  in  a  while  and  just  be  greg.  he  doesn’t  budge  as  they  poke  him,  only  looks  back  up  at  them &.  grins.  ❝  i’m  VERY  thankful  for  you,  omi.  without  you,  i’d  LIKELY  be  dead.  ❞  eyes  SOLEMNLY  glance  down  at  his  lap.  there  was  NO  more  room  for  mistakes.

      “Just one more” – Her small fingers manipulated the tweezers. And – PULL– out came a small shard of glass that protruded from the wound. “There,” she could finally breathe an exhale of relief. Once it was free from his flesh, Singularity dabbed at any dribbling blood with the fresh piece of gauze. 

      “I’m sorry – I – It just looked PAINFUL, having glass stick out of your skin like that. It’s all done, I promise.” Sitting back on her knees, the pocket universe took one last look at the wound before eyes fluttered back to his face; “How are you feeling?” 

Scanning the area around them, onyx eyes locked onto a relatively clear area about a block out. “I need you to get send him directly between those two buildings,” Lilith shouted up towards her battle companion, voice taking on a low demonic quality as she indicated the site in question. Without waiting for a response - she had to believe he’d get it done - she began chanting something in what sounded like Archaic Latin. Only after the third repetition did a hole appear into the nightmarish realm known as Hell.

“holland, michigan. my parents moved here ‘cause of work. and a fresh start. long story.” a chuckle escaped her lips as she waved her hand, as if she could wave away the aforementioned long story too. “what about you? did you move here too or have you, like, lived here since forever?”