behemoth, meet the opposition

[mrglam]

Sadde doesn't seem quite able to focus on homework at the moment. He's fidgeting, and sometimes stares off into space for long periods of time before James has to snap him out of it.

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[thinkering]

"...Will you tolerate the loss of the view better if I blindfold you first?"

[mrglam]

"...yes, probably."

[thinkering]

She puts her shirt down, ties the blindfold around his head, kisses him again, and puts her shirt on.

[mrglam]

He almost swoons into the kiss. He's having trouble forming words, so he just makes more noises.

[thinkering]

Lorica steps into her armor; it forms up around her except for the gloves and helmet.

Before she puts the gloves back on, she considers Sadde and then pinches him again.

[mrglam]

He's just lying there with a blissful smile on his face when she does that, causing him to jump.

...he will need to take a shower after this.

[thinkering]

Lorica snaps her gloves on, and her helmet after it.

[mrglam]

He removes his blindfold and watches her. "Thiiiis. Is a thing that. Will have to happen again."

[thinkering]

"Sounds like a plan."

[mrglam]

He rolls to the side so he's staring at the ceiling, his arms extended to his sides. He moves them as if he's making a snow angel.

[thinkering]

She waves, and, after a bot confirms that no one is going to peer in and see a disheveled Sadde shirtless on his bed when she opens the door, departs.

[mrglam]

And he does very much need a shower after that. And something occurs to him in the shower. So after the shower he flies to her workshop.

Slightly anxious/desperate knocking.

[thinkering]

"She's mid-fugue," says a guard bot.

[mrglam]

Squirm. "How long 'til it ends?"

[thinkering]

"I'll interrupt her at seven for dinner if she doesn't come out of it on her own before then. In a minor emergency I can interrupt her between bots in twelve minutes and in a major emergency I can interrupt her now."

[mrglam]

He thinks about it for a full ten seconds before saying, "It's neither. I'll- can you email me when she's out?"

[thinkering]

"Sure."

[mrglam]

"Okay."

He returns to his room, and does the flying equivalent of pacing for a while before getting bored and deciding to read. Then he decides he's too antsy to read, and browses. Then some more pacing, and more browsing.

[thinkering]

A little before seven, he gets an email: She's having dinner.

[mrglam]

And in less than a minute he's at the door.

[thinkering]

The bots let him in. Lorica's having a pita, with her helmet slightly flipped up but not off as usual. "Hi?"

[mrglam]

"Your dad is on the team," he moans.

[thinkering]

"...Yeah?"

[mrglam]

"How am I going to look him in the eye, oh god, he's going to know, what will I say, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

[thinkering]

"...You're going to not look him in the eye because he, like me, goes around in a souped-up motorcycle helmet all the time and the fact that he has eyes won't come up unless I bring you home for dinner; and I certainly hope you were not planning to say how many square inches of me you've now put your mouth on, say something other than that, but what are you imagining you have to say at all?"