#knightin

“       don’t worry about it,       ”   is all vivienne can muster. what a pathetic attempt at dodging the question. there’s a way she says it too                   a non-defensive followed by a sigh, as if she’s so tired of being asked. it’s, like, such a long story. a napkin wipes at the browning stains on her hands, taking occasional dabs on the spatters on her shirt and zebra-print pants. there’s a shrug, like she’s given up on her half-baked attempt of cleaning up.   “       i’ll buy you a drink if you promise not to ask again.       ”

It’s not the initial ruckus that garners Bonnie’s full attention, but rather the swift, seamless motion of his gun being levied towards the door. Alarmed turquoise orbs flash upwards, following the barrel’s directionality.

The thunder of her own heartbeat threatens to drown out the sharp quality of her hearing. Yet, she finds herself nodding in affirmation. Ever the logical one, Barstow starts to list possible innocuous sources for the disruption. “Michael, Devon’s not due in from New England till next week....” The calibrator that had been so tightly clutched in her hand is promptly abandoned when he offers her his free hand. Instinct draws her closer to his side than is perhaps necessary. 

“Who else has access to this place?” Her entire form bristles. She knows he’s not wrong. They were no longer alone which left the frightening possibility that this was an ambush.  

@knightin​ continued from X

There’s something blooming in the breath of hesitation that lingers headily between them. The warmth of his proximity is practically palpable beneath the layer of her coveralls. Greased hands leave their skids across a towel as she allowed the prepossessing man to admire her craftsmanship. “You should be able to get a sixty percent increase in speed,” Bonnie starts to reveal, unable to contain a contagious grin. “Kitt should also be able to hold thirty percent more fuel and oil and his power-packs should have an extended life.” Now, Bonnie never considered herself one to boast. However, these accomplishments were impressive enough she could hardly wait to share them with Michael. After all, they were all painstakingly created with lone goals of keeping him safe and alive.

Scrupulous orbs shift from Kitt’s internalized mechanisms towards Knight when he speaks. His timbre never ceases to drape across her as pleasantly as silky, smooth velvet. The conversational detour is unexpectedly exhilarating. The untrodden ground is fresh, new, and uncertain.

The surprise causes her eyes to narrow in mild suspicion. A notable thrum ensnares between the cages of her ribs. Her heart manages to skip a series of beats. “Valentine?” Bonnie murmurs. In truth, the contemplations had escaped her notice. “I---” the cybernetic tech stammers without hope of saving herself. The calendar has been a bit of a loss on her since she’s started a series of massive projects. “Why?” She questions. “Are-- are you volunteering?” That would be a first, she thinks, though Bonnie dare not say it. Crimson of the faintest degree taints the upper crests of her cheekbones.

His behavior garners her attention. He’s concealing something behind his back. Giggling uneasily, she remarks, “please tell me that you don’t have spare parts...”  It was highly unlikely that he would. She was far too meticulous to let something like that happen. Still, Bonnie finds a morbid twinge of humor in the thought.

“What.... what is this?” She prods. The brunette’s curiosity gets the best of her and trembling fingers accept the proffered gift. Touched, her doey orbs dare to meet his endless oceans of azure. His kindness astounds her. “Chocolates?” Her voice tremors as she hums her response. Her delicate fingers trace over the box and the card. “These are my favorite.” A quizzical look warps her features. “You--- you actually remembered?” As far as she remembered, she’d only mentioned the sweet morsels only once and she hadn’t thought he’d been listen. “I-- I love it. Thank you, Michael.” She doesn’t await an invitation nor does she give heed to personal space. Her arms coil tightly about his shoulders. Her tired limbs meld into his frame. “I-- I haven’t gotten you anything--- yet.”

Honeyed words would get Michael Knight just about anywhere, wouldn’t they? Especially, when they’re delivered that a silvery timbre of his. 

The warmth of his embrace about her shoulders, draws her turquoise orbs away from their task. Cheeks drown in a far too obvious crimson stain. His flattering words are treasured, tucked away in all those corners in her heart that she keeps carefully guarded. 

Thirty-six hours late. That has to be a new record for a man who was what, less than three hours away, upon last contact. Pure unadulterated ire seems to harass her brows as she is wrangled from the garage and led down the mansion’s driveway. If this was another one of Michael’s asinine stunts, she would scantly be able to control the urge to thwap him with her wrench. 

Their eyes lock through the thin sheet of glass when the officer asks her to identify the man in the back seat. Bonnie’s teeth grit hard, shifting with the rest of her delicate jaw to emit a silenced breath of frustration. It was just like him to be detained by the local authorities! She could only begin to imagine the number of laws he must have broken or bent. 

Feeling the familiar twinge of resentment at the sight of his ‘happy-go-lucky act-’, she turns to the uniformed man. “No, officer. I have never seen this man in my life.” He won’t be able to ‘cute’ his way out of this mess if she had anything to say about it. Especially, when he returned sans Kitt. 

“Ya sure, Miss? He says he works here.” The befuddled lawman questions. He glances down at the man’s I.D. “Claims he’s--- Michael Knight.” He reads aloud. “Why don’t you give ‘em another look?” In truth, his petition was made only for the soul purpose of not having to haul the prisoner back across the city. Processing Knight would take hours away from his own family. A family he sorely missed after an eternal twelve hour shift. 

Heady annoyance drives turquoise orbs in a succinct circle at the insistence of the officer. Yet, with a huff of air, she complies. Her slender frame is lent into the driver’s side window. Like two heat-seeking missiles, her eyes fixate upon on the passenger in the backseat with firm, unwavering commitment. 

He had better have a good explanation for this.

Bonnie’s heart gives off a pitying titter as she once again meets Michael’s doe-eyed gaze. There is a silent, bidding entreaty etched upon the azure veneers peering back at her. If only the cybernetic tech didn’t love him, she could let him sit in a cold cell until Devon returned. If only that traitorous heart of her’s wasn’t so attached to him, she could enforce punishments with more exacting ease. Her resolute desire to gift the officer one further denial is shattered upon the crest of her lower-lip. 

“It’s slowly coming back to me now--” She begins with poise. Casting another meaningful glance at Michael, she concedes. “I vaguely remember seeing his face around here. You can leave him with me.” 

A tired grin appears on the officer’s face at her acceptance of the task and her vague claim to the man. “Would ya be willing to sign the paperwork and to post his bail?” 

Another sigh rumbles past the mechanic’s lips as she pulls out her own wallet. “Sure.” She accepts the paperwork and leaves her John Hancock. “How much?” She pays the hefty fine and waits for the prisoner to be freed. 

Knightin’+ is Fightin’ its Way to Physical Release

The charming Zelda-lite dungeon crawler, Knightin’+, is getting a physical release soon. Follow the journey of Sir Lootalot as he fights his way towards greatness. The indie hit has made an impression among gamers to finally receive a physical release. 

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