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]

"As of recent batch of rebuilding and repair, twenty."

[mrglam]

"And you take... about an hour per robot?"

[thinkering]

"Fixing them is faster, but I've already fixed the ones I can fix from today, so yeah, going forward."

[mrglam]

He nods. "Alright. I gueeeeeeeeess one makeout session is enough for today."

[thinkering]

"Is this going to be a persistent problem? I'm usually tinkering for hours every day. I mean, I guess some of it's compatible with you having your head in my lap but my actual attention will be on the programming or what have you."

[mrglam]

"I'm mostly joking. I mean, I would like more kisses, but it's not, like, a desperate need, nor going to make me sad, or anything. Um. In general that's a good thing to assume, I'm a very dramatic person. That said, my head on your lap is actually a great idea."

[thinkering]

"Well," she says, looking at her completed dinner remnants, "I don't have to get up much when I've got bots to fetch and carry, so if you want to lounge while I build, go for it."

[mrglam]

He glances at the remains as well, and blinks. "I, uh, actually should probably eat something before that, but after?"

[thinkering]

"Sure. Bots will let you in. I will probably not say hi depending on how fuguey I am."

[mrglam]

"Okay! See you in a bit!"

[thinkering]

"See you."

And Lorica builds robots.

[mrglam]

Eventually he comes back.

[thinkering]

Lorica: is building robots.

[mrglam]

He has a book!

He sits on the floor by her side with the book.

[thinkering]

Lorica continues to build robots. Eventually the robot under her hands flies away and another one brings her parts and she moves on to a new robot.

[mrglam]

He reads and enjoys silent companionship. Maybe at some point he conjures a small pillow to lean against her leg, if it's too armored.

[thinkering]

It's pretty armored. Her costume must be really comfy.

[mrglam]

It must be! But that's alright, pillow works, and reading while she tinkers is a good.

[thinkering]

Tinker tinker tinker. Bots fetching and carrying.

[mrglam]

Reading reading! Mm comfy pillow. He may accidentally doze off.

...only to be awakened by his head hitting Lorica's leg due to the rude disappearance of his pillow and the costume over his clothes. Ow.

[thinkering]

"Mrrg," says Lorica, adjusting her position in her seat and reaching for her welder.

[mrglam]

He rubs his forehead where it hit her leg, and decides that pillows are not good things to conjure. He probably should go back to his bedroom, though, so he conjures his costume again and uses it to fly out.