#user query (ask)

(HOI, I’M MOBILE, AND SO IS ANGSSSST)

The man seems taken aback, if only momentarily, to have that woman whom his eyes had always found beautiful–it was half-jarring for the sudden movement. But it’s gentle and soft, full of not lust or anything that could be misconstrued. Her very aura feels sad. His brows furrow as he tries to get a glance, to ascertain the issue. But he tries not to move much, instead opting to wrap not one but both of his arms around her, to place them softly against her. He may not know the problem, but that she trusted him enough to expose a vulnerability in her otherwise invincible armor–he understands it’s trust.

“Ludek,” he laughs.

is abusive manipulator a type…? Or Ludek–is that a type?????

For a long moment, he ponders, staring up at the ceiling.  After that moment, he drops his head down, with his eyes closed and quiet snores rumbling in the back of his throat…. Wait!  He was sleeping the whole time!?

“Deset (ten).”

“Is this a set up for a joke or are you genuinely asking… because depending on who you ask, there is either no difference between a ‘cyborg’ male and a human male… and…. please don’t refer to me as a cyborg…”

 🏩 our muses have to share a bed

Well, it wasn’t like Jurik wasn’t grateful… He hadn’t slept in a nice bed in… way too long, honestly.  But he wasn’t aware it came with a stipulation of sleeping in the same bed.  He sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at the curved paddles that served as his feet.  He went to work undoing all the attachments, so that he wouldn’t injure the other as he dozed–he was a particularly heavy sleeper, so he wouldn’t just hear an ouch or a “move over” in the middle of the night.

His scarred up legs were freed from the housing that bound them to the augments.  It would probably be… a little unnerving if he let them be seen like this, so as soon as the other was freed, both of the halves were stuffed under the blanket, to hide the disgusting nubs.  He peeled off his jacket and went to detach his arm, as well–it was arguably the heaviest of his four limb augments, and he wasn’t going to be held responsible for injury…

The arm came off easily, but mostly because he knew how to remove it.  The arm became heavy as he lost the ability to control it as it was removed from its housing.  A sigh as he hefted the arm away and onto the floor, beside his legs that still stood straight up.

He wriggled his body down into the blankets and tossed his head onto the pillow–it was comfy, if nothing else.

💁  our muses are stuck in a small space together 

Jurik hated elevators for this very reason.  He grumbled as he paced about the tiny space.  It was the future, damn it–why were elevators still capable of breaking down?! (To be fair, it wasn’t… the future as we would imagine it).  His feet scuffed as he came to a stop and began battering at the door, “Pojď! Stačí se otevřít!” He begged the doors to open–even if it opened to nothing, it would allow him to not feel as closed in.