You're good. We literally have all the time in the world.
[ His thumb brushes across her knuckles as she attempts to connect to the television. No pressure, no annoyance. He has nothing but patience as she gets the 'no signal' sign to pop up. She knows how to connect. Sometimes that's half the battle. ]
Maybe I am giving you a tough task, but~! It's only because I know you can do it. My fiancee is a genius when it comes to figuring out this shit. She's clever and can think on her feet and didn't even get proper fucking training to have that intuition with code.
[ His hand moves back, trailing gently along her shoulder down to her elbow and back up again as his head rests against hers. Maybe he's being a bit of a distraction, but he's trying to encourage with his presence. It's just that she's so cute and it's hard to keep his hands off of her. ]
Don't overthink it. Just reach out and extend your mental hand, connect and it should let you in with ease. Touch it with your mind and allow it to project your thoughts.
[ He says that, but she feels a bit rushed, like he wants immediate results. She tries to relax, though. Breathe. Not freak out at really embracing her digital side. It'd been ages since she last had to do so to this extent. ]
Ehehe, well...I was kind of forced to learn. I wanted my own ending.
[ She gives him a glance before his closeness makes that difficult, so she goes back to focusing on the television. There's something to what he's said, right? She had to teach herself. No one guided her through this before, and she figured it out...mostly fine! If anything, all the eventual mess she was left with was the fault of the game's limitations. She can do this. She's got this! Even if he is kind of distracting.
One of her hands slides to his knee to grip it. If he wants to give encouragement, she should take it. ]
Thank you for believing in me when it comes to this.
[ Her eyes close so she can focus more. She feels, reaches out--then there's a link. As she blinks her eyes back open, she's surprised to see some images on the screen. Choppy, and a bit low-res, but there. Then sounds come through, also fuzzy, but she can hear her laughter melding with his as the scene further unfolds. They're surrounded by faceless people, almost like his children, mostly because she hasn't quite got the capacity for that much detail yet, but their wedding cake is clear, tall and intricate, as they cut the first slice together. She smiles as he shoves a bit in her face. ]
[ His eyes remain on the screen as she focuses and he sees the images come to life, expanding out of the darkness like peering through a keyhole. They grow and stretch to fill the entire scene. He smiles at the image of them cutting this cake. It's a bit like watching an old home movie on VHS, but that also makes it endearing. A little retro, a little vintage, but a whole lot them combined.
His expression is warm and proud -- like an eagle perched on a cliff, watching his fledglings take flight for the first time. Monika exceeds expectations and soars high above the rest. Perfection. Intelligence. Smashing through every barrier and limitation her design had meant to put on her. ]
I will always believe in you. My wife-to-be is limitless -- infinite.
[ Finally, he looks away from the screen to turn his attention back to her, fond and adoring. ]
If I dreamed...you would be a dream come true. You're everything I've always wanted in my life, which is kinda fucking funny, isn't it? Finding your soulmate in the depths of hell of all places...
[ She blinks in surprise. That was way more praise than she'd have expected for her small achievement. And...maybe more than she'd have liked. Even if he's said things like that before, hearing it now was making her oddly uncomfortable. It's hard to settle on how she feels. ]
Oh, come on. You're only just saying that.
[ Her eyes leave the television and the connection fizzles out as her focus lands elsewhere--namely on petting Hermes who'd just walked up as the perfect distraction. With this, her...unfortunate digital side, her mind was a teetering seesaw. There was always that fear that if she acknowledged it too much, got a little too familiar with it, it'd take over her entire being. Why try to build up something she wanted to keep safely hidden away? ]
I mean. You're a god. I'm just some girl from a video game. How could I ever get to the same level as you?
[ Still, she can't allow herself to be too down on herself, because he wouldn't want her around if she wasn't interesting in other ways, right? So she takes a breath and turns back to him, smiling. ]
But it's okay. I'll just have to keep impressing you in other ways, soulmate~
It's not about reaching the same level as me so much as finding your own strengths. There's still limits in what I can do. I...
[ He grimaces because he hates to admit this. ]
I need humans to take what I can create and improve on it. As they improve, so do I. And on and on the cycle goes.
[ Tech Boy reaches out to give the digital dog a scritch behind its ear before he shifts and pulls an afghan from the back of the couch, wrapping it around his shoulders. Monika might be comfortable in the chill of the full blast AC, but he's freaking freezing. Still, this is his solution rather than turn down the AC itself because he wants her to feel reprieve, even if only temporary. ]
But that's one of the things that makes me superior to other gods. I will keep growing, keep improving, and making the world a better place. A place where you can thrive -- a place you can call a home.
[ His thumb brushes against her cheek, and he leans in to flutter a kiss to her forehead. ]
[ Her smile is wiped away by surprise. Him? Having limits? Needing to rely on others? A brief look of consternation comes across her face. Some more things were making sense. He needs humans. He had a weak moment with a human...
She shoves the thoughts aside, breathing out any worry and putting a smile back on. ]
That's just what makes you super sexy! You're probably the most powerful god ever~ [ The kiss draws out a small giggle. ] In fact, I know you are. Can you imagine the world going back to the way it was? All primitive and stuff, like with dial-up? [ A pause. ] Well, unless an apocalypse happens...
[ Er, maybe she shouldn't say that. Gods were probably sensitive to that sort of thing.
Then, without warning, she bounces up onto her feet, making Hermes go skittering away. He's clearly cold, they've got a world at their fingertips, and despite her reservations about what she'd done with the TV, she was feeling pretty good about herself, if she really thought about it. So what did that mean? Lording it over other people while having fun! ]
Hey, come on! [ She digs one of his hands out from under the blanket and tugs. ] Let's go out and do something! We'll show these people who's boss!
Only apocalypse we're headed toward is the robot apocalypse kind. So I'm still dominating. I'm still--
[ People say this is the age of technology. They're wrong. This is the age of manipulation.
Tech Boy frowns, briefly. Then he dismisses the thought to put back on a smile. I'm still in charge he might have said, but she's up on her feet and ready to go trudging out into the world. ]
If you want, but....do you want me to stop the rain? Or you wanna go out in it? Your hair's gonna get allllll sorts of wet.
[ He slides his fingers through the ends of her ponytail -- amusement crinkling at the corners of his eyes. It's not like it matters much in the digital world. There would only be as much frizz as they each allowed. Of course, she would still be cute slightly disheveled. ]
But I guess an umbrella should cover most of it. Maybe not the very ends, though.
[ Tech stands up and sheds the blanket, dumping it back on the couch. ]
What did you have in mind? Anything in particular you wanna see?
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[ His thumb brushes across her knuckles as she attempts to connect to the television. No pressure, no annoyance. He has nothing but patience as she gets the 'no signal' sign to pop up. She knows how to connect. Sometimes that's half the battle. ]
Maybe I am giving you a tough task, but~! It's only because I know you can do it. My fiancee is a genius when it comes to figuring out this shit. She's clever and can think on her feet and didn't even get proper fucking training to have that intuition with code.
[ His hand moves back, trailing gently along her shoulder down to her elbow and back up again as his head rests against hers. Maybe he's being a bit of a distraction, but he's trying to encourage with his presence. It's just that she's so cute and it's hard to keep his hands off of her. ]
Don't overthink it. Just reach out and extend your mental hand, connect and it should let you in with ease. Touch it with your mind and allow it to project your thoughts.
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Ehehe, well...I was kind of forced to learn. I wanted my own ending.
[ She gives him a glance before his closeness makes that difficult, so she goes back to focusing on the television. There's something to what he's said, right? She had to teach herself. No one guided her through this before, and she figured it out...mostly fine! If anything, all the eventual mess she was left with was the fault of the game's limitations. She can do this. She's got this! Even if he is kind of distracting.
One of her hands slides to his knee to grip it. If he wants to give encouragement, she should take it. ]
Thank you for believing in me when it comes to this.
[ Her eyes close so she can focus more. She feels, reaches out--then there's a link. As she blinks her eyes back open, she's surprised to see some images on the screen. Choppy, and a bit low-res, but there. Then sounds come through, also fuzzy, but she can hear her laughter melding with his as the scene further unfolds. They're surrounded by faceless people, almost like his children, mostly because she hasn't quite got the capacity for that much detail yet, but their wedding cake is clear, tall and intricate, as they cut the first slice together. She smiles as he shoves a bit in her face. ]
I'm predictable, right? Ahaha.
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His expression is warm and proud -- like an eagle perched on a cliff, watching his fledglings take flight for the first time. Monika exceeds expectations and soars high above the rest. Perfection. Intelligence. Smashing through every barrier and limitation her design had meant to put on her. ]
I will always believe in you. My wife-to-be is limitless -- infinite.
[ Finally, he looks away from the screen to turn his attention back to her, fond and adoring. ]
If I dreamed...you would be a dream come true. You're everything I've always wanted in my life, which is kinda fucking funny, isn't it? Finding your soulmate in the depths of hell of all places...
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Oh, come on. You're only just saying that.
[ Her eyes leave the television and the connection fizzles out as her focus lands elsewhere--namely on petting Hermes who'd just walked up as the perfect distraction. With this, her...unfortunate digital side, her mind was a teetering seesaw. There was always that fear that if she acknowledged it too much, got a little too familiar with it, it'd take over her entire being. Why try to build up something she wanted to keep safely hidden away? ]
I mean. You're a god. I'm just some girl from a video game. How could I ever get to the same level as you?
[ Still, she can't allow herself to be too down on herself, because he wouldn't want her around if she wasn't interesting in other ways, right? So she takes a breath and turns back to him, smiling. ]
But it's okay. I'll just have to keep impressing you in other ways, soulmate~
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[ He grimaces because he hates to admit this. ]
I need humans to take what I can create and improve on it. As they improve, so do I. And on and on the cycle goes.
[ Tech Boy reaches out to give the digital dog a scritch behind its ear before he shifts and pulls an afghan from the back of the couch, wrapping it around his shoulders. Monika might be comfortable in the chill of the full blast AC, but he's freaking freezing. Still, this is his solution rather than turn down the AC itself because he wants her to feel reprieve, even if only temporary. ]
But that's one of the things that makes me superior to other gods. I will keep growing, keep improving, and making the world a better place. A place where you can thrive -- a place you can call a home.
[ His thumb brushes against her cheek, and he leans in to flutter a kiss to her forehead. ]
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She shoves the thoughts aside, breathing out any worry and putting a smile back on. ]
That's just what makes you super sexy! You're probably the most powerful god ever~ [ The kiss draws out a small giggle. ] In fact, I know you are. Can you imagine the world going back to the way it was? All primitive and stuff, like with dial-up? [ A pause. ] Well, unless an apocalypse happens...
[ Er, maybe she shouldn't say that. Gods were probably sensitive to that sort of thing.
Then, without warning, she bounces up onto her feet, making Hermes go skittering away. He's clearly cold, they've got a world at their fingertips, and despite her reservations about what she'd done with the TV, she was feeling pretty good about herself, if she really thought about it. So what did that mean? Lording it over other people while having fun! ]
Hey, come on! [ She digs one of his hands out from under the blanket and tugs. ] Let's go out and do something! We'll show these people who's boss!
[ He wants her to thrive so...time to thrive! ]
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[ People say this is the age of technology. They're wrong. This is the age of manipulation.
Tech Boy frowns, briefly. Then he dismisses the thought to put back on a smile. I'm still in charge he might have said, but she's up on her feet and ready to go trudging out into the world. ]
If you want, but....do you want me to stop the rain? Or you wanna go out in it? Your hair's gonna get allllll sorts of wet.
[ He slides his fingers through the ends of her ponytail -- amusement crinkling at the corners of his eyes. It's not like it matters much in the digital world. There would only be as much frizz as they each allowed. Of course, she would still be cute slightly disheveled. ]
But I guess an umbrella should cover most of it. Maybe not the very ends, though.
[ Tech stands up and sheds the blanket, dumping it back on the couch. ]
What did you have in mind? Anything in particular you wanna see?