"I'm more of an Orange, really--don't call me that though, that sounds like something a squad of bullies would say before they stuffed me in a garbage bin. Hotlips." He found himself drumming his fingers on the desk again and watching his screen with interest. "Kind of like you could do now. And yet, here we are."
"Do I seem like the kind of man who needs inanimate florally things cluttering up my deskspace?" He smiled. "Encouragement. That's...new. It's been mostly helpful redaction. After the fact." He pitched his voice comically falsetto. "'No, Fate, I'm not a Princess,' and 'How dare you compare me to a type of carbonated drink!' How am I supposed to know these things if the ladies don't bring the list ahead of time?"
Probably, he thought afterwards, he should have said ANY of those things. It really didn't help him get into anyone's pants if they thought he was constantly getting turned down for being clever, now, did it?
He heard her sigh and had no idea what it meant. He had a guess though: stop talking. That was usually how things went, and while it wouldn't shut him up--at all--it'd put a little pause in his repartee and he'd move on to thinking about other things. Like how definitely not boring Rage was. And why he'd put up with the nipping at his heels, the irritating interruptions, the poking at his code and disruptions of his job. Robin Goodfellow had been a puzzle; puzzles added another layer to life. They kept him on his toes. Fate narrowed a pair of hazel eyes at the screen. A dangerous layer. Exciting and not-boring or not.
Playing this game with Robin Goodfellow had often kept him submerged in the Net for longer than he normally worked. It might even have been responsible for his lack of recent antsiness to get back out in time--before the warning systems kicked in. Stay under for too long, too focused, too drawn--a body becomes used to the flow.
At least their current surface game was safe enough. Talking aloud to another being was different, but it was conscious. He wasn't plugged in and 'one with the code', as Sascha liked to call it.
"A pity, sugar cube...I thought you might like to rack up points toward an even more rewarding treasure but...guess we'll play a nice clean rest of the game instead of a filthy, savage one."
Fate typed the next piece of his master plan in and set it to embed itself in a stand of holo-collars deep inside what qualified for an exotic pet store. Legal, for a change; he didn't want their game to end with Rage getting caught up in a Heat bust. Especially when things were going so well. Hypoallergenic breeds of everything from lava-glob fish and cats the size of his desk capable of spitting snake venom to calico miniature ponies, herbivorous fluff-balls with eyestalks to plantlife with more ferocious tastes and mobility to match filled the suspiciously smoky depths of the shop. Rage's brilliant brain would have to dig through layers of ambient data--comm traffic, mostly--to find his touch on the tech, but he had no question that she'd do it.
Once triggered, every collar on the rack would emit a holo of the sample dog--and thanks to his own genius would then bark a ciphered tune. Which she'd probably be able to translate to something usable. Like the next set of coordinates. And a picture of his very tented, very closed zipper.
"Do I seem like the kind of man who needs inanimate florally things cluttering up my deskspace?" He smiled. "Encouragement. That's...new. It's been mostly helpful redaction. After the fact." He pitched his voice comically falsetto. "'No, Fate, I'm not a Princess,' and 'How dare you compare me to a type of carbonated drink!' How am I supposed to know these things if the ladies don't bring the list ahead of time?"
Probably, he thought afterwards, he should have said ANY of those things. It really didn't help him get into anyone's pants if they thought he was constantly getting turned down for being clever, now, did it?
He heard her sigh and had no idea what it meant. He had a guess though: stop talking. That was usually how things went, and while it wouldn't shut him up--at all--it'd put a little pause in his repartee and he'd move on to thinking about other things. Like how definitely not boring Rage was. And why he'd put up with the nipping at his heels, the irritating interruptions, the poking at his code and disruptions of his job. Robin Goodfellow had been a puzzle; puzzles added another layer to life. They kept him on his toes. Fate narrowed a pair of hazel eyes at the screen. A dangerous layer. Exciting and not-boring or not.
Playing this game with Robin Goodfellow had often kept him submerged in the Net for longer than he normally worked. It might even have been responsible for his lack of recent antsiness to get back out in time--before the warning systems kicked in. Stay under for too long, too focused, too drawn--a body becomes used to the flow.
At least their current surface game was safe enough. Talking aloud to another being was different, but it was conscious. He wasn't plugged in and 'one with the code', as Sascha liked to call it.
"A pity, sugar cube...I thought you might like to rack up points toward an even more rewarding treasure but...guess we'll play a nice clean rest of the game instead of a filthy, savage one."
Fate typed the next piece of his master plan in and set it to embed itself in a stand of holo-collars deep inside what qualified for an exotic pet store. Legal, for a change; he didn't want their game to end with Rage getting caught up in a Heat bust. Especially when things were going so well. Hypoallergenic breeds of everything from lava-glob fish and cats the size of his desk capable of spitting snake venom to calico miniature ponies, herbivorous fluff-balls with eyestalks to plantlife with more ferocious tastes and mobility to match filled the suspiciously smoky depths of the shop. Rage's brilliant brain would have to dig through layers of ambient data--comm traffic, mostly--to find his touch on the tech, but he had no question that she'd do it.
Once triggered, every collar on the rack would emit a holo of the sample dog--and thanks to his own genius would then bark a ciphered tune. Which she'd probably be able to translate to something usable. Like the next set of coordinates. And a picture of his very tented, very closed zipper.
Dreams come in a size too big so we can grow into them.
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