We were always a team when we were kids. Sneaking into buildings, trying to race each other, trying to outdo each other on programing or modifying our bikes. It’s not like we could rely on the adults in our lives - they had too many of their own problems or weren’t around at all! It was just the two of us against whatever. He could talk me into anything. Still could if he wanted to. Y’know, that saying about how friends pay bail, but your best friend is the one sitting with you in the holding cell, going "That was awesome!" - Yeah, that’s us. More than once.

There’s also a darker side, though. I know how easily he can talk me into doing things, even against my better judgement. From what I could remember, his dad was even better at it and my dad’s been following since. Even pranking the company was just repeating the things our parents did, replaying the same old drama like some bad sequels. And when I took the job at Encom, he wasn’t happy. I saw the pranks weren’t helping who it needed to help and weren’t hurting the people it needed to hurt.  I couldn’t do it anymore.

Can’t blame him for not taking it well. The alcohol didn’t help. Must have looked like I stabbed him in the back, even if that’s not what I wanted to do. I lost track of how many times I pulled up his number after…after the F-Con incident, wanting to call, but I’ve chickened out every time.

Now he’s showing back up…but as my boss. I’m a lead programmer in Games, but he’s the CEO. He’s in a position to really make my life uncomfortable if he wanted to hold a grudge. It’s been a long time…and we’re not kids anymore. Is it safe to trust him?  Part of me just wants to take him out to a diner and tell him everything, because he’s the one guy who will fundamentally get it. He’s heard the same stories about that world. (Pop doesn’t want to talk about it. Can’t blame him, but means I’m worried about him, too) He might be able to help, because this is hell to carry alone.

[ but what if it was electroswing and the grid was just 20s themed ]

//*hugs*

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[ *assists in the hugging* ]

[ DID SOMEONE SAY BLADE RUNNER ]

She didn't know where she was. That was... definitely a first. A good first? It meant she wasn't in the room she had always been. But what if it was just another cage? What if it was just another trap.

Fey turned where she stood, trying to make sense of her surroundings, and in the process, stumbled. She wasn't used to have a presence. Physical appendages that, until now, she hadn't even known she'd lacked.

//*cuddles* i hope you feel better soon

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[ hugs the friend ]

[ UNREQUITED YOU SAY? SHE’S A SIREN I SAY ]