Shipping Gel Meme

[noimgeorge]

This guy right here and his missing twin loooooove to experiment, Chicago. A silly little thing like being trapped in some windy American city isn't going to change that for the world, and you know what that means: having to scavenge for supplies, and trying to use materials never tested out before in spectacular new concoctions

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This outta be good.

[iron_traitor]

TROLOLOLOLOLOLOL

[seesonlyred]

[What the hell is this stuff all over his hands]

TROLLFAIS FOREVER

[iron_traitor]

...do I wanna know?

Here's the story! Of a bot named Pollo! Who was wearing his dead master's preserved skin! 8D

[seesonlyred]

I had hoped you would know already. The apartment is coated in this...substance. [Oh look at that stuff it is gross. It's all in his hand, hopefully he won't have to clean out the joints later. That's kinda a pain.]

[iron_traitor]

Yeah, I kind of noticed. [It is not cheap to dryclean leather pants, dammit!]

[seesonlyred]

[Oh, he sees you looking at your pants there, Judas.] We have more important things to worry about than your impractical fashion choices. Our location may have been compromised.

[iron_traitor]

[And that grants him a moody swat on the arm, wiping off some of the gunk from her hands onto his coat.] Like they wouldn't figure out where we are eventually.

[Damn if that isn't a nice coat though.]

[seesonlyred]

[Those pants aren't really so bad, either...woah. Woah. What the fuck was that. Mecha frowns briefly - well, more than his usual expression - before wiping the stuff off his coat and turning away.]

I had hoped to have more time. Obviously, we will have to relocate.

[iron_traitor]

[What's eating him all of a sudden?]

Easier said than done, if you asked me. I was just starting to like the place.

[seesonlyred]

I'd have thought you wouldn't grow attached to places so easily, considering your...particular line of work.

[He's moved to the window and is looking out. This has absolutely nothing to do with any new glitches he may be experiencing. But when he gets out of this dimension he is going to find a way to make it tear itself apart, bit by bit.]

[iron_traitor]

[Of course not.]

[Shrug] My "particular line of work" usually doesn't have me working with a partner, either.

[seesonlyred]

Just as mine generally doesn't involve leaving humans alive. [He glances over at her coolly - was that a threat? An acknowledgement of her unique status? He's not really even sure why he's still having this conversation.]

[iron_traitor]

[If it was a threat, she's totally playing it off with a flirty smirk. She knows he wouldn't have gotten this far without her.] Does that mean I'm cool enough to hang with the machines?

[seesonlyred]

[He'll say this about her, she certainly has spirit. He doesn't even really want to break it, which is a little surprising - breaking humans is usually his favorite pastime.]

Some of my kind might be willing to keep your skin as decoration. [That part actually isn't true. No machine would really want to sully their homes with bits of dead human. But he thinks maybe he wouldn't mind, if it was her.]

[iron_traitor]

[She just sort of...raises an eyebrow at that. You're so romantic Mechs, truly.]

Charming. I don't know if I should be flattered or tend to sharpening this thing. [Yes she's referring to Frostmourne, who else?]

[seesonlyred]

[Yeah, he and Burton used to go clubbing. Clubbing human babies. They were pretty popular with the robot ladies.]

[As she talks, he's already begun moving away from the window, and by the time he replies he's facing her again, standing maybe a little closer than he normally does.] Perhaps both would be appropriate.

[For a second or two he just stands there looking at her, a slight tilt to his head as if he's appraising her. And then, just like that, the moment passes and he walks over to his workbench, where he begins packing everything up in the toolbox.] After all, we will have to move at night, and the vampires can be unreliable when faced with living flesh.