#reprogramcd

The boy looked upon the other, seeing the bruises and some blood. It wasn't the worst he'd seen in his long life. But at the same time. "And here I heard you new ones were invincible." He finally broke the silence. He walks over to him. It wouldn't be really taking a side if he helped him out. "I usually don't help out others like you. But I think you need this until you get back to.. well wherever is tech, Technology Boy" He held out his hand.

“Get off me! GET OFF!”

“Well you keep appearing out of nowhere. And I thought I shot you but seems either I missed or you’re a ghost.... a very annoying ghost that I’ve never seen before while you were alive.”

[ msg > technical fuck ] ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME[ msg > technical fuck ] YOU ATE MY FUCKING POPTARTS??? [ msg > technical fuck ] I OPEN MY CUPBOARDS TO YOU AND THIS. THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?[ msg > technical fuck ] you’re literally the worst fucking god ever i’m burning my cellphone. and my router box.

        Moda nearly jumps when she hears his voice, wheeling around suddenly with a look of shock on her face. Soon enough though her features melt into something a bit more welcoming and she goes back to her singing and dancing along to the music playing as if he’s not there yet clearly aware that he’s watching. “I can’t decide what to wear.” She says after a moment of shifting through different outfits. “Everything just looks so great on me I can’t decide.” She huffs, spinning around and checking her current outfit in the reflection of the mirror. 

“You’re very bad liar, you know that right?“ Medeina cocked a brow. “Wifi in park  is unavoidable. But I will not stoop to carrying one of your phones around like ball and chain.“ Her lip curled in distaste. As much as she told herself this was a necessary compromise and that he was as dissatisfied with it as her, it didn’t erase the sour taste in her mouth of having to deal with the brat.

[Eggsy]: last nite after the bar was quite a lot of fun. u tellin’ me u don’t remember??

@reprogramcd | source