RP > nostalgia strikes again

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ It is a relatively quiet day in the apartment of one Saga Laskaris- unless you were to wander into the kitchen. Then you would find all manner of things happening, dishes heaped up everywhere, and some very tantalizing smells coming from the sizzling skillets on the stove top. In the middle of it is Alabaster, in a simple t-shirt and jeans (and no shoes. Just socks), bustling back and forth, metallic arms zipping everywhere. ]

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[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ scars aside, it's a very nice chest-- I mean ]

... You really came close a few times, didn't you?

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ you just... keep those thoughts to yourself ]

Close? I'm afraid I don't quite follow.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ just like your food voyeuring ]

[ ... just... pointing to the mass over his heart ]

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ looks at where she's pointing ] Those? They're nothing for you to be worried about.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ sighing and lowering her hand ] I'm not worried. I just know one of those scars shouldn't be there.

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

And why not? It was my choice to fight, wasn't it?

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

I know, but... [ lowering her head-- she still feels guilty about it ]

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

I don't blame you for it. On the contrary, I'm glad for this scar.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ ... okay, that gets a blink ] Glad...?

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

It was a reminder... proof that I didn't dream all of this.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ dryly ] Most people would have wanted to forget.

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

I am not "most people".

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

That's something I can't forget.

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

I would think not.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

Like I can talk, anyway. [ sighing, but back to business ] Can I see your arms?

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

Of course. [ holds them out for her ]

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ examining them thoroughly, doing the occasional running of fingers along joints as carefully as possible, and tilting her head to take in the angles. Her voice, when she finally speaks, is distracted ]

Is there anything else metal on your body, or is this the extent?

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ oh. He uh, had kind of forgotten how really nice it felt when she ran her fingers over his metal arms. He's distracted enough he didn't hear her question ]

... What?

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ she won't be letting up either-- this stuff is fascinating to her. She will glance up briefly, though! ]

Metal. Is it anywhere else on you, or just here?

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ he blinks a couple of times to clear his head ]

Not... on me, no.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

... [ this arched eyebrow means "Elaborate, please." ]

((ooc: ... those keywords get me every time.))

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

Not that I've ever looked at my internal organs, but I don't doubt that some of them have been taken by the clacks. I do know there's some steel plating on my skull... my heart has been fully claimed by the disease as well.

((ooc; hee |D))

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

That explains the being hardheaded... Wait, your heart? Seriously?? How does that even-- [ no, Saga, you should be used to weird by now. ]

... This is going to take some work.

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ he merely raises his eyebrows ] I told you those scars were nothing for you to be concerned about. A bullet to the heart stings a little at worst. It doesn't even slow me down.

... Perhaps it would be best if I stayed behind, then.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

Lucky you. [ returns to running her fingers along the metal and frowning intently ]

... You're getting on that plane and you are coming with me if I've got anything to say about it. It looks like your arms won't be a problem, but internal... I don't know how well blood will mix with oil...