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 Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2016 5:13 am
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i don't think about you any more but, i don't think about you any less
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2016 12:46 am
A little flat. Nimble fingers slightly shifted parts of a sleekly crafted guitar and strummed the strings between each alteration. Cerpin was certain once he could install some kind of temperature control system in the dusty abandoned hive, he wouldn't have to spend nearly as much time doing this. A few more flicks of the wrist and the sound came out sweetly as it echoed around the chamber.
The purpleblood hadn't spoken to his partner more than three sentences at a time since their argument. He was sure she would crack first. Tevini had nowhere else to go and no one else to rely on. Salamire Outpost would've made a good home for her but it was clear to him that she wanted to avoid living there. The military had managed to raid the PI's headquarters once before. She wasn't willing to take that risk. He shifted on his seat and cleared his throat. He hadn't heard her doing much in the other room. Maybe she had gone to bed? Perfect.
He plugged the amp in and his guitar roared to life.
"If I could give you the world on a silver platter-" The song choice was not a coincidence. Cerpin began to sing as he strummed along, channeling the annoyances and frustrations between the two of them into a loud brash melody. What a joke, him, useless. She was just jealous that she didn't have the drive or the passion he did. He had plenty to offer and could do plenty that she couldn't do. For instance, Cerpin could sing the ******** pants off of her.
"Hate on me, hater! Now or later-"
If there was one thing the rockstar knew he could do well, it was taunting.
Doutei What I got I paid for, you can hate on me >z snaps<
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2016 3:24 am
He was doing it on purpose, they both knew this. Grinding her teeth, the young girl dropped her screwdriver as the sound blasted loud enough to startle her. He was so obnoxious!
'Don't give him the satisfaction.' Tevini glowered as she leaned over to pick up the fallen tool. She'd been working on fixing up her latest design of a rocket. You know, actual work. Something Cerpin knew nothing about. He was flaunting that fact right now. With the maturity level of a rock, his attempts to taunt her and basically scream an anthem only served to prove she was right, Tevini tried to convince herself.
'Maybe I could break it.' The redblood considered as it seemed his amp was still able to be turned up. She'd have to wait for him to go out one day but that wouldn't be hard. She wasn't sure where he kept going but Cerpin had started to spend long nights outside of the hive. The paranoid part of her said he was out meeting other trolls, possibly to replace her or even the royalists to change sides and betray them as Kursha had. Her pumpbiscuit started to beat rapidly at the very thought now. No, stop- don't think like that. She had to try to trust him if not because she didn't want it to be true but so that she didn't just give up all hope right here. She needed to believe in him so she'd have something to keep going for.
The sound crashed around her and she felt comforted that at least he was home to sing it.
Yamashii i'll post again after this, just felt this a good drop off point for this part.
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2016 4:44 am
two weeks xXx
Hands trembled from hunger as screwed in another panel. Rocket A4 had undergone a significant design change after A1 through A3 had exploded. She'd done well for collecting what scraps she could to reuse but worried that the parts were degrading the quality of her tests. What was she to do, however? She'd scoured the junkyards and bought the pieces she could afford while they waited for Cerpin's illegal beetle farm to regrow.
At first she hadn't known what to think of his supply but morals had gone out the window at the cost of survival. Everything was about finding where their next meal was coming from or hiding out of any watchful eyes. She'd been paranoid before the raid but it'd only gotten worse once they'd been forced from their homes. Sure she could move to the swamp where everyone was relatively safe but... the swamp didn't have parts. Or books. She longed to go to the library or a bookstore and get her hands on more information. There was still so much she had to learn.
'Keep dreaming. You can barely feed yourself.' The girl thought miserably as she opened their refrigerator door and was greeted with nothing. She thought she'd restocked it yesterday but now she wasn't sure if that'd been a dream. Or even worse, maybe it'd been a few days ago and she'd lost track of time. Scuttle would know but he was finally asleep. Her stomach growled loudly as she shut the door and put her screwdriver down on the table. She was too exhausted to keep going like this. Maybe after a little nap she'd feel better...
She was out before she hit the bed.
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