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got_hijacked) wrote2016-09-12 07:18 am
got_hijacked) wrote2016-09-12 07:18 am
Room 205, Monday Morning
Rhys had been blissfully unaware of anything weird going on in town this past weekend. He'd been engrossed in finishing up the work on a rudimentary arm so he could at least have two hands to build a better one. Or maybe another ECHO eye...
Whatever. It'd get made.
If he could work out how to get this arm slotted into place without having to contort himself like a circus performer.
"Son of a bitch, c'mon," he muttered, having to reach across his body with his arm in an attempt to see what he was getting hung up on. Which meant a lot of frowning and jamming his hand into his shoulder socket.
Of course.
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Whatever. It'd get made.
If he could work out how to get this arm slotted into place without having to contort himself like a circus performer.
"Son of a bitch, c'mon," he muttered, having to reach across his body with his arm in an attempt to see what he was getting hung up on. Which meant a lot of frowning and jamming his hand into his shoulder socket.
Of course.
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At least sirens could be explained with science. Maybe. He hadn't really looked into it because sirens were terrifying.
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She would stick her hand out for a handshake but his seemed otherwise occupied.
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"Not a bad handshake, considering," she told him, smirking a little. "Nice grip."
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You know, help jam his arm into place.
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"Just know this is the weirdest thing a guy has ever asked me to do," Faith let him know as she manhandled his arm into place. She probably could have been a little more gentle with it, sorry Rhys. "And I've lived in dorms with guys since I was seven."
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"Hey, last time I had this done involved doctors." Or at least people in lab coats. Same thing, right?
He made a high pitched squeak of surprise when it finally slotted into place and then both the arm and he jerked like they'd been shocked. Nervous systems syncing up and all.
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"So I gotta ask, why'd you take it out if you can't put it back in?" THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID.
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"Longstory," he wheezed out in one quick sentence.
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"Suit yourself," Faith said. While just observing his whole... process here.
...It was a little awkward, just watching him, but this was a weird, interesting spectacle.
"I'm just saying, maybe you could work out an arrangement with your roommate. They shove your arm back in, maybe you... sweep or dust every once in a while or something."
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Hey, she wasn't judging. She was more like amused.
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"Does he always whine like that?" she wanted to know. "It's a lot."
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...That was about all she had, yup.
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They were so dismissive of poor, poor Kuzco.
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"This school makes no sense," Faith muttered. "Or is this just how high school is? Because I have no frame of reference, but this makes no sense."
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"High school is nothing like that," Rhys replied vehemently. "College isn't even like this."
First of all, where were the crippling student loans and anxiety inducing standardized tests?
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