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Elijah Kamski ([personal profile] biocomposer) wrote2019-07-04 01:39 pm

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[personal profile] therushingsky 2020-04-29 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
"I texted him a bit on Monday." Rhys answers, "Told him you thought he should come for dinner, which-- he immediately freaked out about, but also was completely up for. He wants to know when to come over."
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[personal profile] therushingsky 2020-04-29 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Tomorrow night would be perfect. Maybe I could do the cooking?"

Don't let him do it, Elijah.

It's sooner than Rhys thought it would be, but he's not about to argue. He pushes open the door to his room, and steps in, holding the door for Elijah to follow him in.
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[personal profile] therushingsky 2020-04-29 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sure. That makes me your sous chef, right? Or, wait--"

Inside his horribly decorated rose gold and black glass cabin, Rhys has a horrible, gaudy mahogany desk which is covered in mechanical mess that he's managed to scatter across it. In the heart of a hundred other projects, the prosthetic arm lays in wait.

"Is the sous chef the boss? Or like, the underling?"

Rhys carefully clears off some of the desk, then glances around, then back to Elijah,

"Uh, you good to work here, or should I just grab the parts and head back to your lab?"
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[personal profile] therushingsky 2020-04-30 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Oooh, okay, I promise not to go mad with power and try to overthrow your cooking superiority."

Rhys answers, leaning across his desk to dig through a box of tools. He draws out a small cardboard box of slim latex gloves, dropping them on the desk within Elijah's reach.

"You want me to sit on the edge of my desk? Or is this an okay height for you to work at?"
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[personal profile] therushingsky 2020-04-30 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
Rhys considers, then, reflecting on the unique nature of his current death toll, decides to sit. He feels steady enough, but if he does unexpectedly nod off, he doesn't want to be doing it while standing up.

"Okay. Let me know if you need me to do anything."
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[personal profile] therushingsky 2020-04-30 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
Ordinarily, Rhys is the opposite. A constant rolling ball of nervous, chattering tension, but right now-- this is nice.

Having that total, perfect, surgical focus entirely trained on him gives Rhys a warm little flutter in his chest, and getting to watch Elijah's face this close up as he works...

Yeah. Nice. It almost feels a little meditative, just staying still and quiet and letting himself be worked on.
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[personal profile] therushingsky 2020-04-30 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
It's such a strange sensation, to have the feeling return. Pressure and vibration and-- a knowledge of temperature, without the sensation of it.

The tapping sends a shudder straight down Rhys's back and he scrunches up his neck,

"Yeah, ah-- wow, okay, I'm gonna need to get used to that again..."
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[personal profile] therushingsky 2020-04-30 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Nnnnm. We should probably test first, even if it feels weird. I know what the crushing strength of this arm is."

And he really doesn't want to accidentally destroy anything or hurt anyone.
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[personal profile] therushingsky 2020-04-30 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Have you always had such a good bedside manner?" Rhys remarks warmly, before glancing down at the task list, flexing his wrist carefully.
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[personal profile] therushingsky 2020-04-30 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, I can tell that you've been working on it."

There's nothing backhanded in it. Rhys is honestly low key pretty sure that his bedside manner wasn't always this good.

"I mean, not that I mind getting the same treatment as your robots. You still have that CyberLife uniform tucked away somewhere?"

He asks this, the picture of innocence.
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[personal profile] therushingsky 2020-04-30 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Maybe we should have done this in your cabin."

Rhys suggests, taking the tool in his hand, but now more focused on being as distracting from the task at hand as possible.
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[personal profile] therushingsky 2020-04-30 12:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, but it would have taken me ten minutes just to squeeze into the costume." Rhys sighs, forlornly, as he starts squeezing.
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[personal profile] therushingsky 2020-05-01 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"You know me. I'm Mr. Reliable."

Says Rhys, reaching out to drape his free arm lightly over Elijah's shoulder, as he squeezes as hard as he can.