But K was sitting up now, leaving her half-painted sky in the journal behind her. She held out her hands, maybe for balance as she stood. No one reached for her but Ziggy saw Gem shift slightly. Bracing himself. Ziggy knew that posture from training with Dillon: he was ready to catch her if she stumbled.
Evil robots or not, they know how to protect a friend, good on them.
In her pajamas. Which was kind of adorable and also way more creepy after seeing Gemma and Gem dressed exactly the same way. He'd wondered where her pajamas came from. Now he thought any of his guesses would have been better than the truth. Why did they even still wear them?
Well, duh, Ziggy, those are the only PJs they own, which is more than the rest of you, since you all wear the same outfits every day! I'd say the apocalypse makes it hard to go clothes shopping, but y'all go grocery shopping rather easily, sooo...there goes that theory!
She interrupted him in a way that, for once, indicated she knew exactly what he meant. "If I go alone," she said over her shoulder, "it will look like I'm bullying him."
"Okay, leaving aside the obvious humor value of you bullying anyone," Ziggy began, reaching out to grab the railing as he amended, "not that you can't; you do... but not in a bad way. I'm just saying--right. If we both go together, it'll look like we're ganging up on him."
She glanced back at him as she turned the corner onto the landing. "We are."
"Oh." He considered that. "Yeah, well, I guess that makes sense."
It's kind of hilarious that K is the one that knows how to deal with Dillon now.
"Give me the key," she said.
Ziggy and Summer exchanged glances. Okay. That was unexpected.
Dillon was staring up at her. "Why would I do that?"
"Because I asked you to," she said, like it was a ridiculous question. "Obviously."
"You didn't," Dillon pointed out. "As a matter of fact."
But he was holding it up, chain slipping through his fingers as he offered her the key. Just like that. Like she really had asked, and that was all it took. Like her telling him to do something wasn't always his cue to do exactly the opposite.
*squee!*
"Hey," Dillon said. He raised his voice to reach her through the shadows. "Doc. I want that key."
"You know where to find it," she called over her shoulder.
Ziggy could practically feel Summer staring, so he looked at her and she looked back, eyes wide and his expression probably wasn't much better. Dillon didn't move for a count of maybe one and a half. Then he swung around, rising and striding off as smoothly as a shadow himself.
*squee again!* Yeah, he's got to go teach her a lesson by screwing her senseless, of course!
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But K was sitting up now, leaving her half-painted sky in the journal behind her. She held out her hands, maybe for balance as she stood. No one reached for her but Ziggy saw Gem shift slightly. Bracing himself. Ziggy knew that posture from training with Dillon: he was ready to catch her if she stumbled.
Evil robots or not, they know how to protect a friend, good on them.
In her pajamas. Which was kind of adorable and also way more creepy after seeing Gemma and Gem dressed exactly the same way. He'd wondered where her pajamas came from. Now he thought any of his guesses would have been better than the truth. Why did they even still wear them?
Well, duh, Ziggy, those are the only PJs they own, which is more than the rest of you, since you all wear the same outfits every day! I'd say the apocalypse makes it hard to go clothes shopping, but y'all go grocery shopping rather easily, sooo...there goes that theory!
She interrupted him in a way that, for once, indicated she knew exactly what he meant. "If I go alone," she said over her shoulder, "it will look like I'm bullying him."
"Okay, leaving aside the obvious humor value of you bullying anyone," Ziggy began, reaching out to grab the railing as he amended, "not that you can't; you do... but not in a bad way. I'm just saying--right. If we both go together, it'll look like we're ganging up on him."
She glanced back at him as she turned the corner onto the landing. "We are."
"Oh." He considered that. "Yeah, well, I guess that makes sense."
It's kind of hilarious that K is the one that knows how to deal with Dillon now.
"Give me the key," she said.
Ziggy and Summer exchanged glances. Okay. That was unexpected.
Dillon was staring up at her. "Why would I do that?"
"Because I asked you to," she said, like it was a ridiculous question. "Obviously."
"You didn't," Dillon pointed out. "As a matter of fact."
But he was holding it up, chain slipping through his fingers as he offered her the key. Just like that. Like she really had asked, and that was all it took. Like her telling him to do something wasn't always his cue to do exactly the opposite.
*squee!*
"Hey," Dillon said. He raised his voice to reach her through the shadows. "Doc. I want that key."
"You know where to find it," she called over her shoulder.
Ziggy could practically feel Summer staring, so he looked at her and she looked back, eyes wide and his expression probably wasn't much better. Dillon didn't move for a count of maybe one and a half. Then he swung around, rising and striding off as smoothly as a shadow himself.
*squee again!* Yeah, he's got to go teach her a lesson
by screwing her senseless, of course!♥!