[ She doesn't have to ask him twice. He drops what he's doing and brings along his phone from home, charger, earbuds, and that ounce of coke in case she changes her mind. Then, he heads on up to her room -- arriving within a matter of minutes and knocking on the door. ]
Smiling, she sits up, smoothing down her hair after setting her phone onto one of her nightstands and turning on a lamp. Then her face blanches. Oh.
Her other nightstand, a.k.a. her miniature shrine, was probably going to generate some questions if she didn't do something about it. After spending a moment frozen with indecision, she shoves most of the objects down into the lower drawer--notebooks, pens, a gaudy bow, and a bunch of other random things she'd collected. The two bottles of alcohol, one 1/4 full, the other untouched, would have to stay. She can already hear knocking in the distance.
Monika zooms out into the common area and opens the door, looking far too out of breath for such a short journey. ]
Hi~ You--you move fast! Ahaha!
[ After letting him in, she turns to lead them to her room, wincing when he can't see her face. Clearing the nightstand had used up what precious time she'd wanted to use to freshen up a little. Darn it.
Once they're in her room, she pushes the door shut mostly by thumping her body against it. She maybe should, you know, think before she leaps into things. ]
Sorry. It's a little messy.
[ It's got all the signs of a former literature club president strewn around, and lots of cutesy things, but nothing to warrant such a comment. It's almost too clean in some ways. But hey, it's only the second time she's invited someone into her room. She gets self-conscious sometimes!
She steps away from the door, hovering near him, fiddling with one sleeve of her pink pajamas. ]
Can I get you anything? Not that there's much to get, but--I mean. Erm.
[ He's there, arm resting against the door frame when she opens it, a smirk of greeting flickering onto his face. Technical Boy trails past the threshold at her invitation, eyeing the area with mild interest. His room is far more cramped and it's good to know she has some privacy here. He might have had to use the time while she was sleeping to strangle the other guys in her room if they were as close together as they are in his. ]
What mess?
[ He asks when he enters her chamber. Nothing is terribly out of place. Everything is organized. It has a charm that fits her character with the cutesy trinkets. The area is committed to memory, saved and stored.
Not one to mess things up (he likes things organized and archived), he shrugs off his jacket and after taking out a few things from the pockets, he folds it up to rest on a chair before stacking his items on the stand beside her bed. Phone. Earbuds. White powder. Rolled up dollar bill. A dust covered credit card. ]
I'm good. I got all I want right in front of me.
[ His hand reaches out to allow the silk of her hair to run between his fingers like a waterfall. ]
I like it. You look cute at night, all ready for bed and shit.
[ Her eyes immediately snap to the things he's put down. They went right onto the recently cleared off nightstand. It's taking everything she has not to wildly sweep it all to the floor. That was sacred ground!
With effort, she drags her gaze away and back to him, though her eyes do keep darting back every now and then. ]
My bed's kind of messed up...
[ Probably from all the flailing he'd made her do. But it's all forgotten once his fingers snake through her hair. Her eyes shut momentarily in pleasure. ]
Are you saying I don't look cute during the day? [ She sticks her tongue out teasingly before wrapping him up in a hug. ] And I was ready for bed until someone changed that.
[ He gets a look before she gives up on trying to ignore her desecrated shrine. She doesn't throw everything off, but she does work meticulously to brush away the microscopic traces of white powder that had fallen off the credit card. ]
Make yourself comfortable, okay? Just gonna...fix this...
[ She's grabbed a library book and is using it as barrier to stack his stuff on top of. More cleaning would have to come later. ]
You look cute all the time. I like that this is effortless -- how you go to bed and wake up.
[ He doesn't argue as she goes to reorganize her stand. It's her space, she can do what she pleases. Though as soon as they climb into bed, he'll be grabbing his phone and earbuds. He settles onto a chair to unlace his shoes, removing them and stacking them near hers. His arms move to the bottom of his shirt, pausing. ]
Should I get undressed? I mean, not like fully naked, but...
[ That's how people sleep, right? Men sleep in their underwear. If he's going to pretend to be a regular person, maybe he should do regular person things. It lets them pretend they're just two humans in love, right? ]
But I won't if that'll make you uncomfortable.
[ Look at him being considerate. Of course, he's also trying very hard not to get kicked out of her room now that she let him in. ]
[ She pauses in the middle of lining everything up to smile at him. ] If you keep talking like that, I'll have no choice but to forgive you for waking me up~
[ Once she's satisfied that everything's to her liking, she sits on her bed and gives him a curious look at his question. ]
Shouldn't I be asking you if it'd make you uncomfortable?
[ With a light shrug, she pulls her legs up and swings her hair over her shoulder to get it out of the way. ] Do whatever you want, darling. It's nothing I haven't seen before! Ahaha!
[ Ahh, it feels nice to say that, like she's cool and mature. As she scoots back to get comfortable again, she giggles. ] I'm definitely not going to complain~
[ A mild jealousy prickles beneath his skin at the easy way she says this. It's nothing I haven't seen before. With that easy going laugh of hers. Logically, he knows he has no place for that jealousy. She had a life before he came into hers. And hell, by virtue of what he is -- he's seen a lot himself. Breasts, for example, wouldn't make him uncomfortable on their own -- but hers may.
He shakes off the uneasy thoughts. Heavy silence blankets them. Then, he removes his shirt and pants, folding them up and putting them with his jacket. Tech Boy is left in his geometric underwear as he approaches and crawls into bed with her, stretching out his arm so she can fold into his chest.
His heart is already jackhammering from the stimulants he snorted, but it beats even harder at the comfortable intimacy. ]
I got some music from home.
[ He abruptly says, reaching over for his phone and earbuds. One is offered to her. ]
If you wanna listen while you relax. I can play you that song I was quoting. Was listening to it earlier and couldn't get you off my mind.
[ The words come easily, yes, but that doesn't make the experience of seeing someone so intimately any less amazing to her. Monika's watching him quite openly as he undresses, her mouth falling open slightly as more and more gets revealed. The underwear definitely don't help, acting like a giant flashing STARE HERE sign. In short, by the time he joins her in bed, she's feeling pretty warm.
Yep. That'll never get old. ]
I feel so overdressed now. Ahaha.
[ But regardless of how hot her cheeks feel, she eagerly curls up next to him to soak up his warmth. After inhaling his scent, she breathes out a contented sigh as the familiar crackle of energy lights up her skin wherever she touches. For a good while, she just enjoys his closeness, his comfort. ]
I'd love to listen to something with you. It'll make it more special. [ Tilting her head up, she smiles at him as she takes the earbud and puts it in her ear. The other focuses on his fast-beating heart. ] Of course, if I had my way, I'd be playing you a song, but I've yet to come across a piano here.
[ His chest gets a light poke as she snorts in amusement. ] And, by the way? You weren't quoting it. You were spamming it. I was having a really nice dream, you know!
[ It's tempting to suggest she changes her overdressed status -- but he doesn't. He's probably not ready for the sorts of emotions it would bring to see more of Monika -- the curves of her stomach and dip of her navel. No matter how much he longs for it. No matter how much he imagines it. So he settles for this. Her soft pajamas against his skin. Her satin hair tickling his chest. It's more than enough to keep him warm and electrified. Like a plasma ball, everywhere she touches, electricity follows.
He fits the other bud into his ear and then scrolls through his music, finding the song and hitting play. With the teasing poke, he glances down at her with a faint smile -- innocent! He's completely innocent! It was her fault for trying to end the conversation without inviting him over. ]
What were you dreaming about? I don't dream. So it's interesting hearing what it's like for others.
[ She jumps a bit once the song starts, then her eyes close as she eases into the new sounds. One hand dances across his abdomen as if she's trying to play along. ]
It's hard to say. My dreams are always pretty vague. They're feelings and concepts more than anything. But sometimes I see the shapes of people or places. It's happening more often. I guess I'm learning as I go?
[ She won't go into the nightmares, though. Those are a lot more vivid. ]
This dream, I was in a park with someone. I'm almost always outside in dreams, and usually at a park. A hope for the future, maybe? Ahaha. And it's warm and sunny and I'm wearing a white dress...
[ She sighs, her fingers pausing over his ribs as her eyes open. ] But I can never see who I'm with. It's frustrating.
[ He can visualize her dream well enough -- a park, her in a white sundress, flowers woven in her hair. The wind swishes and sends her sandy brown hair into a stream of motion. It's a little bit like Ostara's mansion and the faceless man Monika's with winds up being one of the children.
He frowns. It makes him think of World, and it makes him think of what World would do if he ever found out about Monika. Technical Boy holds her tighter at the thought, protective. ]
Well, it's gotta be me. Now.
[ Her drumming fingers are pleasant, a sparked rhythm every time they land on his skin. ]
It's the only thing that makes sense.
[ Because come on. It's not like Monika has any OTHER boys to dream about, right? Right?? ]
[ The tightening of his grip makes her blink up at him. Her brow furrows a little. What she'd give to pluck a thought out of his head, to get an idea of what's running through such a mind.
Her cheek nuzzles against him softly as she settles in closer, one leg intertwining with his. ]
Yeah. [ A chuckle. ] Has to be.
[ She debates on if she's going to say more for a moment, then-- ] I think it's because before I got here, I never could see who I'd fallen in love with. They don't matter much anymore, since they, well...deleted me. But it's like my mind is still trying to create that person and can't. I don't know why.
[ The ache starts in the pit of his stomach at the mention of another loved one. A faceless loved one. Someone who dared to not realize what they had and deleted her of all things. The ache rises to a growing tension. Anger. How dare they. How fucking dare they. ]
They're not worth your thoughts. Conscious or subconscious. The only reason you should be searching for their face is so you can cut it off their head. You're too fucking valuable to be erased.
[ And then a thought hits him. A horrifying thought that sends a glitch trailing down his spine. Technical Boy had toyed with the thought of this all being a simulation -- something World concocted to keep him down for the count. What if this faceless man Monika encountered was World? World could shapeshift. He could be anyone or anything. Even knowing his face, one might not truly know him.
And it wouldn't be out of the realm of possibility World tried to delete Monika. After all, hadn't he done it to Tech Boy? If Monika is a new god and hadn't behaved according to his design...
He sits up and pulls the earbud from his ear. When he looks at Monika, it's with an intense trepidation. ]
I'm going to ask you something, and I need you to be a hundred percent honest with me.
[ A beat. His hands are trembling and he can barely contain it. ]
Have you ever encountered anyone who goes by the name World?
[ The sudden seriousness tenses up her body. She frowns, wondering if may she shouldn't have brought up her faceless first love. It's like she said, they didn't matter anymore. Mostly. The first cut's always the deepest, and it's a scar that'll never fully fade. ]
I...get what you're saying, but they're the person who gave me purpose, so it's hard to forget that. Then again, who knows if they even existed in the first place, since I never saw them...?
[ She's thinking similarly for a moment. What if it'd all been some digital delusion? What if she'd been just like her club members, falling for a faceless nothing? No. No, this was different. She was different.
But his continued shift in behavior doesn't let that linger on her mind for long. Frown deepening, she removes her earbud, too. Did she see the hint of a glitch? ]
What kind of big-headed name is that? [ Without meaning to, she lets out an uneasy laugh. She then shakes her head at herself. ] But no. Never. I'd remember. I...searched that hard drive a lot. And there's been no one here like that, as far as I know.
[ Concern growing, she takes his trembling hands, hoping to quell the tremor. ] Is everything okay?
[ Relief is like a heavy weight lifted from his chest. He can breathe again and he does, drawing in a deep inhale. Overactive fingers twitch within her grasp and he gnaws on his lip, leaning forward to kiss her -- lips brushing softly to hers. He never wanted to bring World up, but the similarities and parallels are just too much to ignore. And even if the name means nothing to her, it's still possible that he's the one responsible for her pain. World can be anyone, anywhere. ]
It's fine.
[ The glitch betrays his lie, though -- flickering across his cheek. ]
It's just that from your description about a faceless someone who toyed with you, not being able to see their face, being deleted by them. It sounds like something World would do.
[ He pulls a hand back so he can use it to gesture, hand movements punctuating his points. ]
You were coming into awareness. You were becoming your own life. If you are a new god, World would be there -- and if you aren't someone he can use for his gain, he would have no problems destroying you.
[ Trickery is what I do best... ]
He's manipulative. He wouldn't think twice about making you love him, only to erase you from existence. And even long after he's hurt you, he'll still have a hold on you that you can't escape. He wants it that way so you bend to his will.
[ Her concern remains after their kiss. She strokes his knuckles softly, willing calm into him, then reaches up to smooth a thumb over his cheek. A silent way of saying it's okay. She's here for him.
Monika glances away for a while, thinking on what to say. ]
If it makes you feel better...the only reason I never saw their face was because I couldn't figure out how to make the webcam come on. [ A weak laugh. ] I kind of stumbled into figuring out I could alter files and stuff. I didn't get too good at it, though.
[ She shrugs a little, resting her head on his chest again, holding him tight. ] Please don't worry. None of this sounds like what I went through. I only got deleted because I confessed my love for them. From what you've said, this person would've probably tried to do more before that. Right?
[ There's a hesitation, then... ] Did he...do this all to you?
[ He's still not so convinced. Because Technical Boy is coming at this from the thought path of being the center of the world, it stands to reason that his enemies must therefore have seen how important Monika would be to him and done what they could to keep her contained.
His eyes meet hers sharply after her question. ]
He didn't do it like that. I never had any love for him.
[ Although maybe that's not true. Maybe there was something like a parental love and respect. ]
But yeah. He deleted me once. And who fucking knows. He might be planning to do it again. Before I got here, I started to stand up to him and he trapped me like some fucking animal. I hate him. He's made my life hell. But before that, I didn't have much to lose.
[ His free hand covers hers on his cheek. Gentle and sincere. ]
Now, I have a whole fucking lot to lose and it scares the shit out of me, Monika. Thinking about someone coming in and taking you away.
Heyyy. Come on. [ She shifts so that she can hold both of his cheeks now. ] I'm not going anywhere! I promised you to love you forever, didn't I? And nothing can stand in the way of that. Not even that guy.
[ Love conquers all. It's practically universal law. ]
Besides. If I was worth all that trouble, and he was powerful enough, don't you think he'd have gone after me by now? Would've been a lot easier to keep us from ever meeting.
[ Since his confidence is faltering, she'll be confident enough for the both of them. Since when has she ever been wrong about anything? ]
You should be thinking about you. You're free now, and you're here with me. It's not the best place ever, but...now you get you be your own person. Your own god.
[ She crawls closer, practically on top of him. He's going to be forced to listen to her encouragement! ] Show me that jerkish side of you. The one who knows he's the coolest. [ She tilts his chin up. ] I put my faith in you, so use it a little.
[ She pulls focus in the way only she can and he's enamored by her -- arms falling back so he can brace himself on his elbows as she hovers over him. Monika is greater than any follower, superior to anyone he has ever met in his life. Her words kindle the fire that's always burning when he's around her, and her call to confidence detonates his actions. He leans in and crushes his lips to hers.
She's right. This is his world away from World. This place is his. And he fully intends to climb the fucking ranks to superiority. Give people the chance to acquire more advanced tech and watch his subscriber count grow. No one can stop him. With her to empower him, he is fucking unstoppable.
He moves his arms, letting them fall back against the mattress, his hands crawling along her body -- one palm slipping beneath her soft pajama shirt so he can touch her actual skin and connect. Systems restored. Files complete. That's right. This is who he is.
He's the motherfucking god of technology. He is what the world has become. Without him, she never could have come into existence -- his precious, fledgling of perfection.
Right before his tongue demands entry into her lips, he utters. ]
I fucking love you.
[ But it's less sweet. More possessive, more demanding and dominant. He's claiming her for his kingdom. His. And then his tongue seeks hers. ]
[ She squeaks into the kiss. Well, then! She must've done something right. But the surprise doesn't last long, and she melts into the affection, toes curling with delight. It's not like she was aiming for this or anything! She's sure as hell not going to complain about it, though.
Monika fully slides her body onto his, moaning softly as her hands snake up into his hair. His touch to her skin is electrifying as ever. She wants to encourage him to go further, to explore even more, but she doesn't want to overwhelm him again. Her thirst can be patient. Mostly.
As their mouths part, she assumes it'll be a moment of respite, but she's wrong. He gets a heavy-lidded stare at the tone of his voice. Now it's her turn to feel the lick of flames, their sting hotter than they'd already been. Slowly, she smiles. ]
There he is. There's my Zeus.
[ She moans again once they reconnect, slightly louder, and she's no longer sure if she can keep herself tamed for him. To know someone had felt for her like this, felt love so equally and so strongly, it's a high no drug can ever hope to reach. Her hands move between them to undo a few buttons of her pajama top. She has to test the waters. She has to know how far she can push him.
Because what better way to show she was his than letting him have her completely? ]
[ Her silver tongue tastes so sweet. It's all he can focus on for a few seconds, until the warmth of her skin pierces his touch. He doesn't realize she's opened a few buttons until his free hand moves up to cradle her neck and brush against more skin than he anticipated. Tech Boy parts from her lips to look down at the teasing curve of cleavage -- still out of view, but his mind can fill in the blanks.
Goddamn. There's very little in the way of hiding his want for her, a want that takes a focal point between his thighs.
His hips press against her body and it's like a lightbulb, turned on and glowing. His mouth claims her jaw and he gasps against it, shuddering. He is her Zeus. And Zeus does not fucking glitch.
The hand around her back slips forward so he can trace her stomach, fingers snaking up so that he could touch along her ribcage. His hand is on a maddening ascent toward her chest, following a gasoline trail to a wildfire -- the heat of it scorching and arousing.
Was this what men felt like before they entered the endless grave Bilquis offered to them? Because he fucking gets it now. ]
[ She holds her breath in anticipation once he realizes what she's done. And nothing happens. Nothing bad, anyway. The breath comes out as a half relieved, half excited laugh.
Game on.
Enthusiastic kisses get showered across his chest, his neck, wherever she can reach. Her hips shift against him as his hand journeys forward and up, thighs quaking as he gets terribly close. Right as he's on the threshold, one of her hands halts his progress. He deserves more.
As she sits up, she takes his hand, kisses it gently. Then, with that same slow smile as before, she guides it under her shirt, letting it rest atop the swell of one breast. It allows her to teasingly release the rest of the buttons, one by one, until the top falls open, revealing a hint of even more.
She shrugs out of one sleeve. Then the other. As the shirt gets thrown to the floor, tendrils of hair still cover her, one last barrier to the prize. And with a shake of her head and arching of her back, her hair slips away, the curtain opening to begin the show.
So utterly pleased, she takes his other hand and eases it onto her other breast, eyes fluttering shut as his palm brushes against her hardened nipple. Yes. ]
Go on. Touch me. [ Nibbling her lower lip on a now coy smile, she glances down at him. ] I'm yours.
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i miss you too...... 💔💔
i'm sorry i have to be human for a while every day 😅 i'd never leave your side otherwise ❤️❤️❤️
[ Well, for the most part. She had other people to see, too. But that's not important. ]
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why don't you come to my room right now? take a break from your roommates 😉
[ Ones she's pretty jealous of. They're much too close to him, from what she remembers of the cramped temporary rooms. ]
as long as you keep your...whatever it is you do with cocaine quiet, i don't mind
[ As much as she's enjoying all the sweet talk...burying her face into her pillows still sounds sweeter. ]
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[ She doesn't have to ask him twice. He drops what he's doing and brings along his phone from home, charger, earbuds, and that ounce of coke in case she changes her mind. Then, he heads on up to her room -- arriving within a matter of minutes and knocking on the door. ]
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[ Well. That was easy!
Smiling, she sits up, smoothing down her hair after setting her phone onto one of her nightstands and turning on a lamp. Then her face blanches. Oh.
Her other nightstand, a.k.a. her miniature shrine, was probably going to generate some questions if she didn't do something about it. After spending a moment frozen with indecision, she shoves most of the objects down into the lower drawer--notebooks, pens, a gaudy bow, and a bunch of other random things she'd collected. The two bottles of alcohol, one 1/4 full, the other untouched, would have to stay. She can already hear knocking in the distance.
Monika zooms out into the common area and opens the door, looking far too out of breath for such a short journey. ]
Hi~ You--you move fast! Ahaha!
[ After letting him in, she turns to lead them to her room, wincing when he can't see her face. Clearing the nightstand had used up what precious time she'd wanted to use to freshen up a little. Darn it.
Once they're in her room, she pushes the door shut mostly by thumping her body against it. She maybe should, you know, think before she leaps into things. ]
Sorry. It's a little messy.
[ It's got all the signs of a former literature club president strewn around, and lots of cutesy things, but nothing to warrant such a comment. It's almost too clean in some ways. But hey, it's only the second time she's invited someone into her room. She gets self-conscious sometimes!
She steps away from the door, hovering near him, fiddling with one sleeve of her pink pajamas. ]
Can I get you anything? Not that there's much to get, but--I mean. Erm.
[ Why was she so nervous all of a sudden?! ]
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What mess?
[ He asks when he enters her chamber. Nothing is terribly out of place. Everything is organized. It has a charm that fits her character with the cutesy trinkets. The area is committed to memory, saved and stored.
Not one to mess things up (he likes things organized and archived), he shrugs off his jacket and after taking out a few things from the pockets, he folds it up to rest on a chair before stacking his items on the stand beside her bed. Phone. Earbuds. White powder. Rolled up dollar bill. A dust covered credit card. ]
I'm good. I got all I want right in front of me.
[ His hand reaches out to allow the silk of her hair to run between his fingers like a waterfall. ]
I like it. You look cute at night, all ready for bed and shit.
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With effort, she drags her gaze away and back to him, though her eyes do keep darting back every now and then. ]
My bed's kind of messed up...
[ Probably from all the flailing he'd made her do. But it's all forgotten once his fingers snake through her hair. Her eyes shut momentarily in pleasure. ]
Are you saying I don't look cute during the day? [ She sticks her tongue out teasingly before wrapping him up in a hug. ] And I was ready for bed until someone changed that.
[ He gets a look before she gives up on trying to ignore her desecrated shrine. She doesn't throw everything off, but she does work meticulously to brush away the microscopic traces of white powder that had fallen off the credit card. ]
Make yourself comfortable, okay? Just gonna...fix this...
[ She's grabbed a library book and is using it as barrier to stack his stuff on top of. More cleaning would have to come later. ]
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[ He doesn't argue as she goes to reorganize her stand. It's her space, she can do what she pleases. Though as soon as they climb into bed, he'll be grabbing his phone and earbuds. He settles onto a chair to unlace his shoes, removing them and stacking them near hers. His arms move to the bottom of his shirt, pausing. ]
Should I get undressed? I mean, not like fully naked, but...
[ That's how people sleep, right? Men sleep in their underwear. If he's going to pretend to be a regular person, maybe he should do regular person things. It lets them pretend they're just two humans in love, right? ]
But I won't if that'll make you uncomfortable.
[ Look at him being considerate. Of course, he's also trying very hard not to get kicked out of her room now that she let him in. ]
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[ Once she's satisfied that everything's to her liking, she sits on her bed and gives him a curious look at his question. ]
Shouldn't I be asking you if it'd make you uncomfortable?
[ With a light shrug, she pulls her legs up and swings her hair over her shoulder to get it out of the way. ] Do whatever you want, darling. It's nothing I haven't seen before! Ahaha!
[ Ahh, it feels nice to say that, like she's cool and mature. As she scoots back to get comfortable again, she giggles. ] I'm definitely not going to complain~
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He shakes off the uneasy thoughts. Heavy silence blankets them. Then, he removes his shirt and pants, folding them up and putting them with his jacket. Tech Boy is left in his geometric underwear as he approaches and crawls into bed with her, stretching out his arm so she can fold into his chest.
His heart is already jackhammering from the stimulants he snorted, but it beats even harder at the comfortable intimacy. ]
I got some music from home.
[ He abruptly says, reaching over for his phone and earbuds. One is offered to her. ]
If you wanna listen while you relax. I can play you that song I was quoting. Was listening to it earlier and couldn't get you off my mind.
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Yep. That'll never get old. ]
I feel so overdressed now. Ahaha.
[ But regardless of how hot her cheeks feel, she eagerly curls up next to him to soak up his warmth. After inhaling his scent, she breathes out a contented sigh as the familiar crackle of energy lights up her skin wherever she touches. For a good while, she just enjoys his closeness, his comfort. ]
I'd love to listen to something with you. It'll make it more special. [ Tilting her head up, she smiles at him as she takes the earbud and puts it in her ear. The other focuses on his fast-beating heart. ] Of course, if I had my way, I'd be playing you a song, but I've yet to come across a piano here.
[ His chest gets a light poke as she snorts in amusement. ] And, by the way? You weren't quoting it. You were spamming it. I was having a really nice dream, you know!
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He fits the other bud into his ear and then scrolls through his music, finding the song and hitting play. With the teasing poke, he glances down at her with a faint smile -- innocent! He's completely innocent! It was her fault for trying to end the conversation without inviting him over. ]
What were you dreaming about? I don't dream. So it's interesting hearing what it's like for others.
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It's hard to say. My dreams are always pretty vague. They're feelings and concepts more than anything. But sometimes I see the shapes of people or places. It's happening more often. I guess I'm learning as I go?
[ She won't go into the nightmares, though. Those are a lot more vivid. ]
This dream, I was in a park with someone. I'm almost always outside in dreams, and usually at a park. A hope for the future, maybe? Ahaha. And it's warm and sunny and I'm wearing a white dress...
[ She sighs, her fingers pausing over his ribs as her eyes open. ] But I can never see who I'm with. It's frustrating.
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He frowns. It makes him think of World, and it makes him think of what World would do if he ever found out about Monika. Technical Boy holds her tighter at the thought, protective. ]
Well, it's gotta be me. Now.
[ Her drumming fingers are pleasant, a sparked rhythm every time they land on his skin. ]
It's the only thing that makes sense.
[ Because come on. It's not like Monika has any OTHER boys to dream about, right? Right?? ]
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Her cheek nuzzles against him softly as she settles in closer, one leg intertwining with his. ]
Yeah. [ A chuckle. ] Has to be.
[ She debates on if she's going to say more for a moment, then-- ] I think it's because before I got here, I never could see who I'd fallen in love with. They don't matter much anymore, since they, well...deleted me. But it's like my mind is still trying to create that person and can't. I don't know why.
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They're not worth your thoughts. Conscious or subconscious. The only reason you should be searching for their face is so you can cut it off their head. You're too fucking valuable to be erased.
[ And then a thought hits him. A horrifying thought that sends a glitch trailing down his spine. Technical Boy had toyed with the thought of this all being a simulation -- something World concocted to keep him down for the count. What if this faceless man Monika encountered was World? World could shapeshift. He could be anyone or anything. Even knowing his face, one might not truly know him.
And it wouldn't be out of the realm of possibility World tried to delete Monika. After all, hadn't he done it to Tech Boy? If Monika is a new god and hadn't behaved according to his design...
He sits up and pulls the earbud from his ear. When he looks at Monika, it's with an intense trepidation. ]
I'm going to ask you something, and I need you to be a hundred percent honest with me.
[ A beat. His hands are trembling and he can barely contain it. ]
Have you ever encountered anyone who goes by the name World?
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I...get what you're saying, but they're the person who gave me purpose, so it's hard to forget that. Then again, who knows if they even existed in the first place, since I never saw them...?
[ She's thinking similarly for a moment. What if it'd all been some digital delusion? What if she'd been just like her club members, falling for a faceless nothing? No. No, this was different. She was different.
But his continued shift in behavior doesn't let that linger on her mind for long. Frown deepening, she removes her earbud, too. Did she see the hint of a glitch? ]
What kind of big-headed name is that? [ Without meaning to, she lets out an uneasy laugh. She then shakes her head at herself. ] But no. Never. I'd remember. I...searched that hard drive a lot. And there's been no one here like that, as far as I know.
[ Concern growing, she takes his trembling hands, hoping to quell the tremor. ] Is everything okay?
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It's fine.
[ The glitch betrays his lie, though -- flickering across his cheek. ]
It's just that from your description about a faceless someone who toyed with you, not being able to see their face, being deleted by them. It sounds like something World would do.
[ He pulls a hand back so he can use it to gesture, hand movements punctuating his points. ]
You were coming into awareness. You were becoming your own life. If you are a new god, World would be there -- and if you aren't someone he can use for his gain, he would have no problems destroying you.
[ Trickery is what I do best... ]
He's manipulative. He wouldn't think twice about making you love him, only to erase you from existence. And even long after he's hurt you, he'll still have a hold on you that you can't escape. He wants it that way so you bend to his will.
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Monika glances away for a while, thinking on what to say. ]
If it makes you feel better...the only reason I never saw their face was because I couldn't figure out how to make the webcam come on. [ A weak laugh. ] I kind of stumbled into figuring out I could alter files and stuff. I didn't get too good at it, though.
[ She shrugs a little, resting her head on his chest again, holding him tight. ] Please don't worry. None of this sounds like what I went through. I only got deleted because I confessed my love for them. From what you've said, this person would've probably tried to do more before that. Right?
[ There's a hesitation, then... ] Did he...do this all to you?
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[ He's still not so convinced. Because Technical Boy is coming at this from the thought path of being the center of the world, it stands to reason that his enemies must therefore have seen how important Monika would be to him and done what they could to keep her contained.
His eyes meet hers sharply after her question. ]
He didn't do it like that. I never had any love for him.
[ Although maybe that's not true. Maybe there was something like a parental love and respect. ]
But yeah. He deleted me once. And who fucking knows. He might be planning to do it again. Before I got here, I started to stand up to him and he trapped me like some fucking animal. I hate him. He's made my life hell. But before that, I didn't have much to lose.
[ His free hand covers hers on his cheek. Gentle and sincere. ]
Now, I have a whole fucking lot to lose and it scares the shit out of me, Monika. Thinking about someone coming in and taking you away.
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[ Love conquers all. It's practically universal law. ]
Besides. If I was worth all that trouble, and he was powerful enough, don't you think he'd have gone after me by now? Would've been a lot easier to keep us from ever meeting.
[ Since his confidence is faltering, she'll be confident enough for the both of them. Since when has she ever been wrong about anything? ]
You should be thinking about you. You're free now, and you're here with me. It's not the best place ever, but...now you get you be your own person. Your own god.
[ She crawls closer, practically on top of him. He's going to be forced to listen to her encouragement! ] Show me that jerkish side of you. The one who knows he's the coolest. [ She tilts his chin up. ] I put my faith in you, so use it a little.
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She's right. This is his world away from World. This place is his. And he fully intends to climb the fucking ranks to superiority. Give people the chance to acquire more advanced tech and watch his subscriber count grow. No one can stop him. With her to empower him, he is fucking unstoppable.
He moves his arms, letting them fall back against the mattress, his hands crawling along her body -- one palm slipping beneath her soft pajama shirt so he can touch her actual skin and connect. Systems restored. Files complete. That's right. This is who he is.
He's the motherfucking god of technology. He is what the world has become. Without him, she never could have come into existence -- his precious, fledgling of perfection.
Right before his tongue demands entry into her lips, he utters. ]
I fucking love you.
[ But it's less sweet. More possessive, more demanding and dominant. He's claiming her for his kingdom. His. And then his tongue seeks hers. ]
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Monika fully slides her body onto his, moaning softly as her hands snake up into his hair. His touch to her skin is electrifying as ever. She wants to encourage him to go further, to explore even more, but she doesn't want to overwhelm him again. Her thirst can be patient. Mostly.
As their mouths part, she assumes it'll be a moment of respite, but she's wrong. He gets a heavy-lidded stare at the tone of his voice. Now it's her turn to feel the lick of flames, their sting hotter than they'd already been. Slowly, she smiles. ]
There he is. There's my Zeus.
[ She moans again once they reconnect, slightly louder, and she's no longer sure if she can keep herself tamed for him. To know someone had felt for her like this, felt love so equally and so strongly, it's a high no drug can ever hope to reach. Her hands move between them to undo a few buttons of her pajama top. She has to test the waters. She has to know how far she can push him.
Because what better way to show she was his than letting him have her completely? ]
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Goddamn. There's very little in the way of hiding his want for her, a want that takes a focal point between his thighs.
His hips press against her body and it's like a lightbulb, turned on and glowing. His mouth claims her jaw and he gasps against it, shuddering. He is her Zeus. And Zeus does not fucking glitch.
The hand around her back slips forward so he can trace her stomach, fingers snaking up so that he could touch along her ribcage. His hand is on a maddening ascent toward her chest, following a gasoline trail to a wildfire -- the heat of it scorching and arousing.
Was this what men felt like before they entered the endless grave Bilquis offered to them? Because he fucking gets it now. ]
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Game on.
Enthusiastic kisses get showered across his chest, his neck, wherever she can reach. Her hips shift against him as his hand journeys forward and up, thighs quaking as he gets terribly close. Right as he's on the threshold, one of her hands halts his progress. He deserves more.
As she sits up, she takes his hand, kisses it gently. Then, with that same slow smile as before, she guides it under her shirt, letting it rest atop the swell of one breast. It allows her to teasingly release the rest of the buttons, one by one, until the top falls open, revealing a hint of even more.
She shrugs out of one sleeve. Then the other. As the shirt gets thrown to the floor, tendrils of hair still cover her, one last barrier to the prize. And with a shake of her head and arching of her back, her hair slips away, the curtain opening to begin the show.
So utterly pleased, she takes his other hand and eases it onto her other breast, eyes fluttering shut as his palm brushes against her hardened nipple. Yes. ]
Go on. Touch me. [ Nibbling her lower lip on a now coy smile, she glances down at him. ] I'm yours.
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