Foul Weather - OTA

[whatdoesithurt]

It was drizzling miserably as John hurried down the street to the hotel. His collar was turned up against the rain, although he was already thoroughly damp, and he wished very much that he wasn't going home to an empty bed

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Lore coming home to a bed was something of an event for himself. It could more accurately be described as Lore coming home to see if there were any electronics that he could pilfer and decimate in his room.

The android jogged up the steps himself, holding a book over his head to keep the balaclava beneath his gas mask from absorbing too much of the rain, and brushed himself off when he came into the lobby.

"Miserable weather," he grumbled to John in his borrowed voice, an offhanded comment to the stranger as he swiped off his suit- though it actually couldn't be uncomfortable to him.

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"Usually they present people with a man in a mask and they think the worst." They weren't always necessarily wrong, but they tended to think the worst. "So is the cigarette helping?"

[whatdoesithurt]

He held it away from him, looking at the smoking ember. "Not really. Some booze would help more."

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"I could treat, but I couldn't join you you... Well, I could, but I already apparently made someone's mind implode upon showing them my face. I would hate to see a repeat of the incident."

[whatdoesithurt]

"Actually implode?" he asked, "or just...deeply shocked?"

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"Deeply shocked. Though in some cases I wouldn't be surprised if it was literal."

[whatdoesithurt]

"I don't you'd implode my brain..." he leaned in, examining, "unless you got some void in there."

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He chuckled and lifted his chin. "No, no. No void. But not a face for every taste...." He was amused, grinning behind the mask. "I would offer to join you, but I would feel odd requesting someone that I just met wear a blindfold."

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"You don't want me to know what you look like then," he grinned, "how nefarious."

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"Nefarious? Why, I think most people prefer 'vain'." He rather liked his face, though, and he still sounded decently amused himself.

[whatdoesithurt]

"I think I'm confused then," he said, eyebrows lifting gracefully. "You consider yourself vain, yet you don't want me to see your face?"

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"I had a face I could be proud of once, not quite as chiseled as yours but an excellent one. Now I can't show anyone. An unfortunate form of vanity, but it does exist."

[whatdoesithurt]

"Interesting." He cocked his head to the side. "Well, then you'll have to pass on the drink, but it was...interesting to meet you, Dr. Amir."

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"It was indeed, Mr. Hart," he pulled out his book and drummed his fingers on it. "Feel free to say hello, sometime. I might change my mind. This mask gets obstructing sometimes."

He drummed his fingers on his lyric book. He did seem to be an interesting man with a risky streak. It might not hurt at all to do so one day.

[whatdoesithurt]

John took in the book, the twitching fingers, the mask, and smirked. "I bet it does."