[ WELL. THAT SURE IS. SOMETHING. not being able to forget anything is really very possibly killing him right about now, though he's not entirely sure he wants to forget ... whatever this is. whatever is happening, right now. he doesn't even know what's happening. this has literally never happened to him, ever. @god help him. ]
Ah... Somehow I've the feeling that wasn't meant for me.
My bad, Leo! Slippery fingers, I guess. No harm no foul? Sorry if that made you uncomfortable, I will promptly bury myself underneath the nearest, biggest rock for all of eternity!
No, it's Fine. You can rest assured I haven't saved it for blackmail.
[ that's supposed to be a joke, but he's still a bit ... distracted. this is new. (ish? hasn't he felt similarly about vision?) it would all be a lot easier if he came equipped with a function to turn off his feelings. ]
I'm not the best hacker, but I could manage. I know my way around code well enough. Is that supposed to be a deterrent?
[ not that he has any interest whatsoever in seeing whatever else is on dick's phone ... a statement, he realizes quite startlingly, is probably a lie. ]
Come by the shop sometime and I'll show you what I can do. Sorry to disappoint. You're talking to a wanted man.
[ he hasn't particularly done anything bad, exactly, just aided and abetted his own family, whose existence the government considers "dangerous." such is the life of leo elster. ]
Lunch rush gets a bit mad, so unless you're a big fan of lines...
[ well, leo is definitely flattered, if not flustered. it takes him a second more to figure out how to respond. ]
I'm not sure you'd say that if you knew what I really am.
[ how much harm could it do, to tell him? it will either push him away or it won't, and leo wants to convince himself he's fine with either of those options. he barely even knows dick, but he's found a way to crawl under leo's skin in a way he wasn't sure anyone else was capable of. at least, not anyone human. maybe this is just a test, to see what kind of person he really is before leo gets too ... attached. ]
( isn't that something. dick considers it with weighty thought for a few seconds, mulling it over -- he can't come right out and say he knows a man who can run in the blink of an eye, or a genetically engineered crocodile person, or a half man and half bat hybrid, or the horror of all horrors elongated man. instead he falls back on that which he knows and knows well: misplaced humor. )
As long as you're not a circus clown in your spare time, I think you're all aces. I hate clowns.
No, I can promise you there are no clowns involved.
[ he appreciates the joke, as misplaced as it may be. it helps ease his thoughts some and makes it all the easier to want to go through with this. ]
It's, ah... a bit hard to explain on mobile. But I can show you that too, if you come by.
[ it's certainly less complicated just to show the wiring than try to explain his state of being partly synthetic over a text message. seeing is believing, and all that. ]
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Ah... Somehow I've the feeling that wasn't meant for me.
[ why is he still staring at it??? ]
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My bad, Leo! Slippery fingers, I guess.
No harm no foul? Sorry if that made you uncomfortable, I will promptly bury myself underneath the nearest, biggest rock for all of eternity!
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Fine.
You can rest assured I haven't saved it for blackmail.
[ that's supposed to be a joke, but he's still a bit ... distracted. this is new. (ish? hasn't he felt similarly about vision?) it would all be a lot easier if he came equipped with a function to turn off his feelings. ]
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You absolutely should've saved it for blackmail, I'm just saying. You could've had me doing your laundry for a month.
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I wouldn't say bad.
If you want me to blackmail you, I could just hack your phone.
But I suppose you've saved me the trouble.
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Trust me when I say that picture is safe compared to all the other garbage I have on my phone.
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Is that supposed to be a deterrent?
[ not that he has any interest whatsoever in seeing whatever else is on dick's phone ... a statement, he realizes quite startlingly, is probably a lie. ]
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Well, if you were a good boy like I imagined, yes.
;)
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Sorry to disappoint. You're talking to a wanted man.
[ he hasn't particularly done anything bad, exactly, just aided and abetted his own family, whose existence the government considers "dangerous." such is the life of leo elster. ]
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I would say disappointed. Wanted?
( pls don't be a bad guy, dick has been so bad at reading people since he got here. another text, shortly after. )
Obviously wanted.
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[ well, leo is definitely flattered, if not flustered. it takes him a second more to figure out how to respond. ]
I'm not sure you'd say that if you knew what I really am.
[ how much harm could it do, to tell him? it will either push him away or it won't, and leo wants to convince himself he's fine with either of those options. he barely even knows dick, but he's found a way to crawl under leo's skin in a way he wasn't sure anyone else was capable of. at least, not anyone human. maybe this is just a test, to see what kind of person he really is before leo gets too ... attached. ]
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What you really are?
( isn't that something. dick considers it with weighty thought for a few seconds, mulling it over -- he can't come right out and say he knows a man who can run in the blink of an eye, or a genetically engineered crocodile person, or a half man and half bat hybrid, or the horror of all horrors elongated man. instead he falls back on that which he knows and knows well: misplaced humor. )
As long as you're not a circus clown in your spare time, I think you're all aces. I hate clowns.
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[ he appreciates the joke, as misplaced as it may be. it helps ease his thoughts some and makes it all the easier to want to go through with this. ]
It's, ah... a bit hard to explain on mobile.
But I can show you that too, if you come by.
[ it's certainly less complicated just to show the wiring than try to explain his state of being partly synthetic over a text message. seeing is believing, and all that. ]
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No IRL making fun of my dick pic though, I'm too insecure for that.
;)
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See you tomorrow.
[ he'll just maybe ... look at it a few more times before then. it's fine. he's fine. ]