{Indie Botpunk Guy-Man RP blog
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Thomas’ steps never faltered, though he did tilt his head. “Something the matter?”
He shook his own head, awkwardly catching back up in pace. His gaze wandered back up to meet Thomas’, and then he felt.. muddy, again.
"You-…” He kept dancing as best he could with a limp arm, and slowly raised up his good hand with spread out fingers.
"I thought you wanted it as part of the dance… is all.“
“I knew you couldn’t resist.” Thomas took Guy’s hand and pulled him into a quick hug accompanied by a pat on the back before letting go. He returned to his goofy dancing.
”..??!“
It took Guy a moment to register, and by that time, Thomas had already let go. He attempted to return to the dancing, but remained slow.
"What was-..” he muttered, asking himself as much as he was the Captain.
Thomas moved his shoulders more, now bringing his arms into it as he did so. “C'mon, you know you want to~” he teased, reaching out a hand to Guy.
“You know what? Fuck you, I do."
He reached out his hand, hovering it over Thomas’.
"Discovery! Some fitting music if you please~” He threw his hand into the Captain’s as the ship’s AI put on a retro tune in time to their rhythm.
Thomas nodded, almost wanting to unleash a sigh of relief. He had been under the impression that Guy’s condition was much worse. He watched as the ball flew over his shoulder, and caught it with one hand before idly tossing it in the air. “You’re absolutely right. Where would I be without my Commander,” he replied, a grin in his voice. Probably hacked to pieces by a giant insectoid werewolf but he wasn’t going to bring that up.
“Yeah, I’m fine. My shiny dance number in the infirmary was cancelled, but I’ll be more than willing to supply a private performance for you right here and now!” He began shimmying his shoulders.
“With your reflexes? Maybe that’s a line of thought we shouldn’t venture down. You just got lucky this time.”
At least the situation seemed to be easing up. And it’d be a lot easier to go to the infirmary from here on out.
The second Thomas started moving Guy barely kept himself from breaking into hysterics. *“Oh. My. God. Private performance’ what are you, a call girl now~?”
He stood up, half wanting to join in but not bringing himself to do much besides crossing his arms while he still snickered hysterically.
“You’re despicable. You can’t dance for shit but somehow you still pull it off.”
“Oh..” he replied, plated fingers involuntarily meeting his mouth slot. That hadn’t been his intention at all. If anything, he thought that he’d been presenting that it was okay to be vulnerable sometimes. Perhaps that’s not what he had accomplished. At the same time, he wasn’t sure the way he handled such situation was something he could turn off. He was the Captain, after all, he couldn’t be sitting in the infirmary bawling over an injury either.
“Commander-…” he caught himself, “Guy. Nobody’s invincible, and I’m more than aware of that. I’m not going to shame anyone for getting fixed up. I suppose I might be a little… intimidating with the way I handle things, but as someone who is responsible for the vessel and everyone in it, I suppose I don’t want anyone to be too terribly concerned.” He gripped his own arm right where the scratch resided. It was hidden by the sleeve of his jacket, but a certain firmness underneath the cloth made it easy to find. “As for my arm, I really am okay. It just needs a week or so to properly heal up. However, the state of your arm has been concerning me quite a bit. The way it shakes… It might harm the way you do things around the ship, including holding a gun. You haven’t even told me what was wrong. I’ve tried to refrain from asking, but…”
A pause.
“The shock scrambled my nerves a bit. Sending bad signals and all that.” He glanced down at it, then back up with a shrug. “Doc said about a week with it completely disabled will give them a chance to fill back in properly. I should be right as rain.”
After a small moment of deliberation, he chucked the ball just over Thomas’ shoulder. “Good thing too. Where would you be without me.” He chuckled, before pausing again.
“I’m glad you’re okay. I was probably just reading into things too much after.. earlier. Too bad though. I probably missed that fabulous dance number of yours.”
“Hm.” Perhaps he hadn’t read the situation properly. He had somewhat been under the impression that he would be in and out of this arrangement, though it wasn’t as though he wanted to avoid Guy. The gold robot was right, though. It had been a moment since they had lowered their formal masks. They’d been rather busy for a few weeks, and though now was supposed to be a relaxing time, the recent S.O.S Kalgan had set off had scrambled that a bit.
“It hadn’t been my intent to make you uncomfortable while you’re getting treated,” he mumbled, confused and concerned.
Another sigh. Guy grabbed a small ball off a nearby shelf, rolling it between his hands.
“Didn’t think so. Nothing you.. did, or even said. Just. Who you are, you know? The last thing I want to be is prostrate and helpless on a table while you-…” He paused, lightly shaking his head. “I don’t know. I can’t play it off like you can.”
We did not decide to become robots. There was an accident in our studio. We were working on our sampler, and at exactly 9:09 a.m. on September 9, 1999, it exploded. When we regained consciousness, we discovered that we had become robots.
Thomas lightly tilted his head. He didn’t believe the matter warranted having to enter the room and talk about it, but maybe he was underestimating he situation. Either way, he felt it rude to pass down such an invitation. He made a single nod. “If you insist,” he said stepping in.
“Oh c'mon Thomas, not everything has to be a formality. When’s the last time we actually.. hung out?”
Guy sat down on his bed and looked up at him. He sighed briefly and rubbed the back of his helmet again.
“And if you’re still wondering… I. Don’t like having to get treated in front of you.”
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