Time froze in a manner entirely too dramatic for the absurd situation at hand. Everything had gone very sideways very quickly, and Ix was having trouble adapting.
Even though 'very sideways very quickly' was how most things in his life seemed to go. He should have been used to it, by now.
The small droid let out a sing-song alarm, not intended to be recognized as an alarm by anyone not involved in the current situation. Ix recognized it immediately. "This isn't what it looks like," he said helplessly to the droid.
"Your information has been saved," the droid played from its pre-determined set of responses. "The authorities have already been contacted."
That had skipped at least three different levels of escalation. "That – that won't be necessary," trying to talk down the droid with all four arms as if it were sentient rather than a dummy droid. "We just need to speak with management."
"Refrain from further acts of violence, or countermeasures will be taken."
"There haven't been any – it broke." One of his hands gestured to Nova. "Did you hear her say it was defective?"
"What's going on over here?" came a shout, and Ix froze again.
The Terran who'd been stomping over from the diner froze as soon as he saw Ix.
He, however, was the first to recover. He pointed accusingly at Ix. "What the fuck are you doing here?" he demanded.
Ix sputtered, then pointed back. "You! You're – you're off-duty! No uniform! No authority! Fuck off!"
The human searched each of his pants and then coat pockets in rapid succession, before finding his badge and slamming it against his chest. "Uniform! Authority! You're under arrest!"
"Fuck off!" Ix's voice had gone deeper, if such a thing were possible, gesticulating wildly with all four arms. "On what grounds, dipshit!"
"I'll figure something out!" His eyes left Ix, and he noticed for the first time Nova standing with the windmill blades in her hands. His hands went to his hair in dismay. "My windmill!"
Ix looked back at Nova, and remembered the situation at hand, which he had managed to forget entirely. He sidled sideways to put himself between them. "It's not what it looks like," he said, suddenly calmer.
"Did she break my fucking windmill?!" he demanded.
"It's not–"
His eyes widened. "Is she – is she with you?" he asked, trying to point around Ix at Nova.
"That's not–"
"Are you on a fucking date?"
"You don't–"
"Did you bring your fucking date to my date spot?"
Two of Ix's hands went to his cephalic tentacles, another two covering the bottom half of his face, his eyes wide. "Oh, fuck me."
"You forgot," he hissed. "You didn't even remember that I'm the one who–"
"Look, if you would just calm down–"
"You're under arrest."
"For fuck's sake."
Even though 'very sideways very quickly' was how most things in his life seemed to go. He should have been used to it, by now.
The small droid let out a sing-song alarm, not intended to be recognized as an alarm by anyone not involved in the current situation. Ix recognized it immediately. "This isn't what it looks like," he said helplessly to the droid.
"Your information has been saved," the droid played from its pre-determined set of responses. "The authorities have already been contacted."
That had skipped at least three different levels of escalation. "That – that won't be necessary," trying to talk down the droid with all four arms as if it were sentient rather than a dummy droid. "We just need to speak with management."
"Refrain from further acts of violence, or countermeasures will be taken."
"There haven't been any – it broke." One of his hands gestured to Nova. "Did you hear her say it was defective?"
"What's going on over here?" came a shout, and Ix froze again.
The Terran who'd been stomping over from the diner froze as soon as he saw Ix.
He, however, was the first to recover. He pointed accusingly at Ix. "What the fuck are you doing here?" he demanded.
Ix sputtered, then pointed back. "You! You're – you're off-duty! No uniform! No authority! Fuck off!"
The human searched each of his pants and then coat pockets in rapid succession, before finding his badge and slamming it against his chest. "Uniform! Authority! You're under arrest!"
"Fuck off!" Ix's voice had gone deeper, if such a thing were possible, gesticulating wildly with all four arms. "On what grounds, dipshit!"
"I'll figure something out!" His eyes left Ix, and he noticed for the first time Nova standing with the windmill blades in her hands. His hands went to his hair in dismay. "My windmill!"
Ix looked back at Nova, and remembered the situation at hand, which he had managed to forget entirely. He sidled sideways to put himself between them. "It's not what it looks like," he said, suddenly calmer.
"Did she break my fucking windmill?!" he demanded.
"It's not–"
His eyes widened. "Is she – is she with you?" he asked, trying to point around Ix at Nova.
"That's not–"
"Are you on a fucking date?"
"You don't–"
"Did you bring your fucking date to my date spot?"
Two of Ix's hands went to his cephalic tentacles, another two covering the bottom half of his face, his eyes wide. "Oh, fuck me."
"You forgot," he hissed. "You didn't even remember that I'm the one who–"
"Look, if you would just calm down–"
"You're under arrest."
"For fuck's sake."
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