[ God, Serah can't even remember exactly what had set off the argument- was it something to do with the last case? But it's been days since their fight and it's to the point that the people around them are almost more eager for them to make up than they are. How it's even gone this long is any of their guess. Dean could be stubborn, sure, but surely Serah would have seen reason and tried to start the process of making amends by now? Not an unreasonable assumption to make, since anyone who looked at Serah, either up close or from a distance would probably assume that she was a sweet little doormat. Most people missed the fact that she had a stubborn streak to rival even that of her older sister, Claire. Then again, most people were lucky enough not to end up on the wrong side of that stubborn streak, to say nothing of the flip side to all that sweetness hanging out on the surface. There was a reason she'd earned the nickname "Meanie Miss Farron" among her students before she'd picked up the crossbow and left her old life behind.
It hasn't helped that they were trying to work a case, since every time they come to an impasse (What is it that they're hunting? Ghoul or shapeshifter? Where should they start trying to narrow down the search radius? What would be the best way to lure it out? Which, of course, brought them back around to the question of what they were hunting in the first place, since the answer would determine how they tried to corner and kill the damn thing.) it only seemed to stir up the pot all over again.
But now the job is done. They've got one night left in town with plans to head out at first light. It was to both of their surprise when Sam decided they weren't leaving the room until they'd talked things over.
Fair, Serah reasoned, since he was the one that would have to deal with the tension in the car otherwise, and for her not to remember what set all this off it must've been stupidly trivial. She was aware of her own stubborn streak, as well as Dean's, but really this had gone on long enough. There were too many ways that the case here could've gone wrong, and then one or both of them would've been left full of regret to show for it.
... All that sounded great, really touching and motivational and all, but now came the hard part, actually figuring out where to start on talking things over.
She turned her attention somewhat away from where she'd been cleaning her crossbow, trying to start with gauging Dean's mood. ]
[He nudged the top of her head, nuzzling into her hair to get her attention. Sure, they were both still basking, but- He moved an arm, still stuck above his head. The metal jingled a little bit.]
I'm all for cuddling, but these cuffs are starting to cut off my circulation.
[He'd have bruises. He wanted bruises. Hell, he might even have a black eye in the works. He wanted it and North wanted to be in control. It... worked. Weirdly enough. If you'd asked either of them if they ever thought they'd be in bed with a human or an android, they both would have been disgusted and probably laughed... and maybe punched the person depending who had suggested it.
The whole thing had started as something of a weird fight anyway, Gavin goading her, North taking out her anger and frustration and then things had sort of just evolved.
Were they dating? ... No? Maybe? Gavin had no idea, but they had a good time together, even if none of their friends really knew what they were doing.]
[ Getting along in a human world has often been hard enough for Clear at the best of times. The little things he doesn't quite understand, the little ways he doesn't quite fit in, though certainly not for a lack of trying on any account. The events of the Rising, and the re-assimilation of those suffering PDS, hardly made it easier. For his own part, he'd only ever experienced fear for the humans around him. He'd never been in danger, himself. A human with untreated PDS was no more interested in a robot than they would have been in a car or a refrigerator....
But then, in an almost curious way, Clear found himself more drawn to those with PDS than those without, as the days went by and he met more of their number. They too were outliers, but they were still human. Even if they had died and risen again, they would always be more human than Clear could ever be.
If only he could have comforted them with homecooked meals. Cooking was one of his few talents, but he couldn't feed people who didn't need -- and couldn't digest -- food. Given that was the case, he found himself forced to come up with new ways to try and comfort and bond with the ones he wanted to know better.
In this case, meaning Kieren's case, it equals Clear removing his scarf from his own neck to drape it around the young man's instead. It's quite unprompted, in the middle of a quiet outdoors moment of very little at all, as the afternoon wears on into evening.
As he fiddles with adjusting it: ] There! How's that?
Dean Winchester (Supernatural) - m/f
Let me know if this assumed CR doesn't work, please! I rolled a 7, but...
It hasn't helped that they were trying to work a case, since every time they come to an impasse (What is it that they're hunting? Ghoul or shapeshifter? Where should they start trying to narrow down the search radius? What would be the best way to lure it out? Which, of course, brought them back around to the question of what they were hunting in the first place, since the answer would determine how they tried to corner and kill the damn thing.) it only seemed to stir up the pot all over again.
But now the job is done. They've got one night left in town with plans to head out at first light. It was to both of their surprise when Sam decided they weren't leaving the room until they'd talked things over.
Fair, Serah reasoned, since he was the one that would have to deal with the tension in the car otherwise, and for her not to remember what set all this off it must've been stupidly trivial. She was aware of her own stubborn streak, as well as Dean's, but really this had gone on long enough. There were too many ways that the case here could've gone wrong, and then one or both of them would've been left full of regret to show for it.
... All that sounded great, really touching and motivational and all, but now came the hard part, actually figuring out where to start on talking things over.
She turned her attention somewhat away from where she'd been cleaning her crossbow, trying to start with gauging Dean's mood. ]
... Dean?
Faora-Ul | DCEU
Harley Quinn | DCEU - open
gamora | mcu | ota
Michael Corvin | Underworld | M/M
Scarecrow | Batman Arkham Knight | ota
Anders | Dragon Age | m/m
River Tam - Serenity
Caitlin Snow | The Flash
Yosuke Hanamura | Persona 4 | OTA
Ignis Scientia | Final Fantasy XV | M/M
Shiro | Voltron Legendary Defender | M/M
Tidus | Final Fantasy X | OTA
Bakugou Katsuki | Boku no Hero Academia | m/m
Oboro Torioi | Final Fantasy XIV | m/m
North | Detroit: Become Human | OTA
hope this is ok >_>
[He nudged the top of her head, nuzzling into her hair to get her attention. Sure, they were both still basking, but- He moved an arm, still stuck above his head. The metal jingled a little bit.]
I'm all for cuddling, but these cuffs are starting to cut off my circulation.
[He'd have bruises. He wanted bruises. Hell, he might even have a black eye in the works. He wanted it and North wanted to be in control. It... worked. Weirdly enough. If you'd asked either of them if they ever thought they'd be in bed with a human or an android, they both would have been disgusted and probably laughed... and maybe punched the person depending who had suggested it.
The whole thing had started as something of a weird fight anyway, Gavin goading her, North taking out her anger and frustration and then things had sort of just evolved.
Were they dating? ... No? Maybe? Gavin had no idea, but they had a good time together, even if none of their friends really knew what they were doing.]
it's wonderful! <3
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that is a very good question, Gavin, I have wondered that myself lol
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bobo del rey | wynonna earp
Dr Otto Octavius ๐ The Superior Spider-Man ๐ท๏ธ M/F
Let me know if you have a preference for
Rey | Star Wars | ota
Gellert Grindelwald | HP | M/M
Seto Shinobu | Seiheki Strike | M/M
Kieren Walker | In The Flesh | OTA
depressed zombie, have a derpy android
But then, in an almost curious way, Clear found himself more drawn to those with PDS than those without, as the days went by and he met more of their number. They too were outliers, but they were still human. Even if they had died and risen again, they would always be more human than Clear could ever be.
If only he could have comforted them with homecooked meals. Cooking was one of his few talents, but he couldn't feed people who didn't need -- and couldn't digest -- food. Given that was the case, he found himself forced to come up with new ways to try and comfort and bond with the ones he wanted to know better.
In this case, meaning Kieren's case, it equals Clear removing his scarf from his own neck to drape it around the young man's instead. It's quite unprompted, in the middle of a quiet outdoors moment of very little at all, as the afternoon wears on into evening.
As he fiddles with adjusting it: ] There! How's that?
I am blessed this day by tall soft nerdbot
and much love for Kieren~
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Simon (PL600) | Detroit: Become Human
Teddie | Persona 4 | ota