#leonsat

the two of them move through the back alleys of the upper layer like twin shadows. the night is quieter here, their footsteps on the pavement audible, and almost all lack the security the main streets would have which means most citizens of the layer wouldn't dream of being caught here. it makes it a perfect place for them utilize and helps her relax some before they reach their destination where she'll need to go on the alert once again.

neatech is not a name that brings skye fond memories. it's the name that's been weaponized and aimed at many a member of the movement by their owners, her self included, when their defiance became apparent. it is the same company who denies her people's self-awareness as a reality and who have dumbed it down mere faulty coding. jona surrendered himself to them, to a fate that she'd rather not think about. while neatech may be her birthplace, it could surely be her deathbed, or worse.

when one is in a position such as she is, however, grievances have to be pushed aside and compartmentalized to accept even experimental visits to neatech being a necessary evil. most could say for her to send someone else, but in her eyes it isn't even an option on the table. this isn't about her. it's about something that could be crucially beneficial to the movement as a whole.

skye shakes herself from her thoughts, eyes glancing to leon, the reason they're traveling to neatech for spare parts right this moment. he's an unlikely companion for something like this since, as far as she knows, he sticks mostly to helping with repairs of others in the movement. unfortunately, she's knows very little about him beyond his assistance to the cause despite seeing him around a fair bit and that bothers her, to be honest. the movement is a group of individuals after all and each one is important.

He walks into the subway and immediately leans against a wall, and reaches for the phone on his jacket pocket so he can tap in the numbers to call his friend. The atmosphere of the vehicle is calm and quiet, despite the crowd that has formed around the android due to the time --- hush hour really does make a huge difference on how the city works, Ezi is not used to taking the subway this early. He works a bit later than most people, so he is lucky enough not to catch the chaos that those humans face when it’s time to go back home. Still, he isn’t sorry for them.

After pressing the numbers on his phone’s screen, the android brings the device up to his ear and waits, waits for the other android to pick up so they can plan exactly where they are going to meet. His eyes wander around the faces surrounding him in the subway though, scanning every and each one of them for no apparent reason other than boredom, but he stops and looks down, pulling his cap down further to hide his face, when he sees a familiar human being. A creature that sends shivers down his body, he feels a strange pressure on his wires and he’d call it fear. Or maybe, something closer to anger.

But that feeling dissipates when his friend finally answers the call, and the anger is suddenly replaced by fondness and warmth.

it’s oddly quiet on the subway train. it’s a given considering what shiro and ezi are escaping from — the riot, or whatever it was, was the thing of nightmares for androids. worse is that one of shiro’s optical parts is now completely ruined. he’s lucky ezi found him, even luckier the other seems to know leon  ( or, knows  of  him at least ). it’s not too surprising given leon’s job.

shiro sticks close to ezi, head down, hood up. anything to conceal the blue neasource staining his face and hands. it’s on his hoodie, but there’s no way someone could surmise it’s  his  neasource unless they saw his eye. he’s fine now, ezi is right here and he’s pretty much invading the guy’s personal space as he tends to something on his phone  ( contacting leon maybe? hopefully? ). so he’s okay, except not really because he’s still  terrified  someone is going to jump up and start something mid-ride.

briefly, he thinks back to midori and how he’d have readily stood up to fight against the persons responsible for his and their friends’ deaths, but he’s practically a vibrating phone after the riots. funny how he’d step up to help someone else, but not himself. the thought it quickly dashed away when the subway slows to a stop and he’s guided out and onto the platform outside.

lower level, of course, and he’s guided right to ecostay, to a floor he’s never been on. when the door opens there’s leon waiting for them. he never thought leon lived here, in the same building as him, all this time. but then, shiro doesn’t talk much with anyone in ecostay, why would he? it’d open up too many possibilities for something to go wrong.

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Of course he had spent all that time worrying for nothing. What had been the point of reviewing for the lecture review so late into the night, and then again on the train during his commute to campus? Jitae was more than a little exasperated, all he wanted to do was get this class over with so he could go home. Unfortunately for him, things never go his way. Ever.

Upon entering the classroom, he and the rest of his classmates are informed that the classroom equipment is having technical difficulties and thus, the lecture review and new lesson will be postponed until they are repaired. Shoulders slumping in disappointment, Jitae trudges towards his unassigned assigned seat and plants his chin on a bandage wrapped palm. He inhales sharply through his nose and stares out blankly around the classroom. Eyes slowly crawling from student to student. He wasn’t very chummy with the other students in his classroom, only ever speaking to them when he had to for an assignment. As per the usual, he didn’t have anyone to talk to, so he retreated back into his thoughts.

“Maybe I could get some dumplings for the way home...”

Feeling his stomach clench at the thought of food, he noted to purchase some snacks on the way back home. Maybe some noodles would be good, too? Ah, what did it matter? He just really hoped that the repair-person would arrive soon. The longer it took for class to start, the longer he had to sit there in silence as the other students filed in and started chatting up one another. He figured studying would be the best option at the moment. Sighing once again, he reached into his backpack and pulled out his notes.