brockton bay, meet glam

[mxglam]

It's the anniversary. Glam would very much not like to celebrate.

It’s their last day on Winslow High - they’re being transferred to Arcadia on Monday - and also their last day without a patrol schedule assigned.

And the PRT released a small announcement on its website about Glam joining the Wards. Now their wiki page doesn’t get erased, of course - they’re no longer speculative. They wonder what it’s got on them.

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[mrglam]

stop. They land, hugging their knees again and burying their face on them.

[thinkering]

The robot bleeps in their ear.

"You need...?"

[mrglam]

"...never mind," he says into his knees, his voice muffled.

[thinkering]

"You sure?"

[mrglam]

"...no, but it's- might be- I dunno, weird."

[thinkering]

"What is it?"

[mrglam]

"...a hug." Wince.

[thinkering]

Lorica clonks down on the floor next to him and hugs him.

[mrglam]

That... is...

It's not the most comfortable thing ever but he leans on her anyway and absolutely does not let her see his face.

[thinkering]

Her armor's actually pretty flexible, but it is indeed not designed for hugging.

[mrglam]

"...fucking crappy timing, fucking shit, goddamnit," he mumbles.

[thinkering]

"Hm?"

[mrglam]

"So you remember how I said I like looking at my brain and introspecting and figuring myself out and stuff?"

[thinkering]

"A hobby we share."

[mrglam]

"Right. Ssoo. I just did some of it."

[thinkering]

[mrglam]

"I may have been. Less than joking. When I said. A thing." Pause. "On the boat."

[thinkering]

"I don't remember literally everything you said on the boat but bot's got a guess."

[mrglam]

"...it's probably the right guess."

[thinkering]

"You don't really want to talk about this right now, do you?"

[mrglam]

"No. Ergo my comment about crappy timing."

[thinkering]

"Okay."

Pat pat. Lorica gets up. The bot stays put.

"Youth guard person wants in. Costume."

[mxglam]

Costume. Float. Get out of the way of the door.

[thinkering]

The bots let the youth guard person in.

"What energetic little guards you have."

"I'm so sorry if they kept you waiting!" chirps Lorica. "They're autonomous and didn't recognize you! How can I help you?"

"I'm just having a look around," says Al. "Hi, Glam. So, Lorica, as long as I'm here anyway I wanted to make sure you aren't up at all hours, tinkering...?"

"Oh no," Lorica says, saccharine sweet. "I get a full eight hours every night. My dad and I go home at the same time most days! He can probably tell you everything you might want to know."

"Mm-hm. And you're not working through your lunch break...?"

"Three squares a day, plus," Lorica indicates her fruit bowl. "You'll forgive me if I don't demonstrate! I take my identity really seriously."

"That's fine, that's fine," says Al. "Glam, how about you?"

[mxglam]

"I'm fine. Calmed down some. Sorry for my outburst." They almost say 'must've been the teenage hormones.'