[ Yeah, that's definitely the beginning signs of a headache right there.
He would rather this whole place be filled with normal basement things but apparently that was a doomed dream from the moment the robots got to work. ]
Just ask for a separate lab for yourself.
[ She has a card of her own, surely she can make use of it. ]
He would rather this whole place be filled with normal basement things but apparently that was a doomed dream from the moment the robots got to work. ]
Just ask for a separate lab for yourself.
[ She has a card of her own, surely she can make use of it. ]
[ To be quite honest, he can't fault her for getting a slow start. Hooking up repeatedly with randos off the street isn't exactly what he would consider any average person's idea of a good time.
So he chooses not to press that point, because if she'd rather be horny for science than horny for people, who is he to judge? Even if he still wishes she wouldn't do it in his basement. But, whatever, he can see when he's fighting a losing battle. ]
Fine. Just don't make a mess. [ Oh, right— ] And knock next time.
[ Assuming she doesn't start living permanently in this lab. ]
So he chooses not to press that point, because if she'd rather be horny for science than horny for people, who is he to judge? Even if he still wishes she wouldn't do it in his basement. But, whatever, he can see when he's fighting a losing battle. ]
Fine. Just don't make a mess. [ Oh, right— ] And knock next time.
[ Assuming she doesn't start living permanently in this lab. ]
[ His expression instantly flatlines at that horrendous outfit. He is definitely going to have a talk with the Augur about this. Later, after he picks out all the stray dildos out of the kitchen draws. Which he is going to back to doing, immediately turning right back around to march up the stairs. ]
Burn it.
[ Seriously, he never wants to see it again. ]
Burn it.
[ Seriously, he never wants to see it again. ]
you'll be the first person i invite over!!
promise
[Ah, Ema definitely has a good point there. Among the fondest memories she has of home are those centered in the kitchen, filled with warmth and the scent of things cooking or baking.]
ooh, you're right
we can bake bread!
[Cookies? Cake? Don't know her.]
promise
[Ah, Ema definitely has a good point there. Among the fondest memories she has of home are those centered in the kitchen, filled with warmth and the scent of things cooking or baking.]
ooh, you're right
we can bake bread!
[Cookies? Cake? Don't know her.]
well, that explains why my sister's bread always came out funny
she was always too impatient to measure anything carefully
instead she'd grab fistfuls of everything and toss it in
[That it doesn't hurt—much—to mention Freja is a surprise. More of a twinge and less of a sword stab, a blade plunging deep and then withdrawing again.]
she was always too impatient to measure anything carefully
instead she'd grab fistfuls of everything and toss it in
[That it doesn't hurt—much—to mention Freja is a surprise. More of a twinge and less of a sword stab, a blade plunging deep and then withdrawing again.]
so long as you ate it anyway, i think it's fine
[Lys, that's just you.]
and i had two!
a younger one and an older one
i'm the second youngest
[Though it hurts less than before to mention her family at all, she still can't help but make it sound like they're dead. Closing that door in her heart, warding off something worse than pain and grief: brittle, paralyzing hope.]
[Lys, that's just you.]
and i had two!
a younger one and an older one
i'm the second youngest
[Though it hurts less than before to mention her family at all, she still can't help but make it sound like they're dead. Closing that door in her heart, warding off something worse than pain and grief: brittle, paralyzing hope.]
[Off-screen, Lys pauses, dimly surprised by her own uncertainty. That she actually feels torn about what to say, about saying anything at all, instead of automatically bottling it all up out of fear of sharing the burden.
....well. She's admitted something like this to Summer already, in bits and pieces. The vague shape of it, sanitized and minimized. A second time couldn't hurt much worse, right? And besides, she owes Ema for a lot more than the balance of an honest answer.]
i don't know.
i left home when i was 15
it was pretty bad, so
it's just easier to talk about them like that
[Like they were dead. Or she was dead. Something final; something over.]
....well. She's admitted something like this to Summer already, in bits and pieces. The vague shape of it, sanitized and minimized. A second time couldn't hurt much worse, right? And besides, she owes Ema for a lot more than the balance of an honest answer.]
i don't know.
i left home when i was 15
it was pretty bad, so
it's just easier to talk about them like that
[Like they were dead. Or she was dead. Something final; something over.]
[She half-smiles despite herself, despite the melancholy curled over her heart like a fist. The grief that's like a stone in her gut, heavy and unchanging.]
yeah, of course!
the only ones who fought sometimes were the eldest two
being twins, you'd think they would get along the most...
yeah, of course!
the only ones who fought sometimes were the eldest two
being twins, you'd think they would get along the most...
[In a different, happier universe, she'd be like that one grandpa with fifty thousand pictures of his grandkids spilling out of his wallet, except with her whole family. But they're not in that universe, they're in this one, where Lys already knows—believes—that nobody else cares.
She's certainly been told as much.]
she sounds like a wonderful sister
and so do you
because you'd try to protect her too, wouldn't you?
if you had to
She's certainly been told as much.]
she sounds like a wonderful sister
and so do you
because you'd try to protect her too, wouldn't you?
if you had to
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