014 ♐ Text: Get e%tremely flustered over something trivial.

[musclebeast]

D --> I will not stand for this any longer
D --> Stand for f001ishness upon one hundred thousand prior, equally unsolicited f001ishnesses
D --> No, my keyboard does not need to be fi%ed
D --> Yes, I choose to type in this fashion, gosh darnit
D --> I canter e%actly understand why that concept is so e%tremely difficolt for you all to cram into your ossified mind compartments but perhaps it's because most of you revolting juveniles can barely use your diaperstubs let alone properly make use of your communication devices
D --> I am a troll, and like my fellow Alternians, I use a te%t quirk to properly e%press my individuality and perhaps e%emplify my bucking interests in a visual fashion
D --> I am coltsiderably perple%ed and quite frankly, ine%cusably teed off by this continuing damper on my forced thralldom here
D --> So stop asking or for fiddlesticking sakes ask me here and now and discontinue this e%cessively annoying line of questioning in the future

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[musclebeast]

[His gaze slims, a growl rumbling in his throat, eyes not moving from the lowblood still infront of him.]

I'm not trying to be you idiot. [And he'll keep his teeth just as tight as they were, the sensation in his bones and in his gums calming him down.]

[biwinning]

Well you're thuckceeding. The leatht you could do ith try to be appealing or even thlightly attractive. I mean, what'th the towel for? Were you thweating that much again?

[Yeah just... trying to shift the conversation in a different direction.]

And you mutht have been working on thomething during all that time you were gone, right? Tho, where ith it?

[musclebeast]

The towel is from a washing session previous to this. [A breath, fixing his posture, raising his chin.]

As for my projects- that's none of your concern. [He hadn't, made much, but robots. He hasn't been finding the best supplies lately, so- lots of training... Not that he really needs it. Perhaps Equius does look a little- bigger? Maybe.]

[biwinning]

[Equius always looks bigger in comparison to himself. Always.]

You've got to have thomething around here.

[Cue the snooping. Anything covered by a giant sheet? Now uncovered. He floats around, being an general annoyance, opening things he shouldn't, moving things he shouldn't.]

[musclebeast]

[Twitch.]

Stop it. Don't get your filthy hands on anything else.

[biwinning]

My hands haven't been punching the oil out of robots, they're perfectly clean. I could make them filthy if you want.

[Eyebrow waggle.]

[musclebeast]

[His brow wrinkles.]

[biwinning]

Or I gueth, I could make someone else's hands filthy.

[More staring with Implications.]

[musclebeast]

[Going to just, take his shades out again, and quickly put those on.]

[biwinning]

-Hey, no. Thtop it, you keep thothe off!

[Said, as he levitates that robotic hand back to him, and uses it to point at Equius.]

Look, I'll take mine off too.

[musclebeast]

Your eyes are hardly as-

[biwinning]

What? Emotional? You think I can't show ath much emotion becauthe my eyeth are mutated??

[musclebeast]

[He hadn't actually meant it to be mean, it was more, a concern.]

[Equius's teeth clench again, ducking his head and shrugging up his shoulders. There's a silence on his end of things, words replaced by a kind of heat in his cheeks and a clench in his chest.]

[biwinning]

Quit being such a wiggler!

[Finally, Sollux lands. He's scowling a bit, as he steps up to Equius and reaches out, attempting to swipe the sunglasses off Equius' face.]

[musclebeast]

[Wow, no! Steps back fast, tilting his head away.]

[biwinning]

[Keeps... grabbing for them.]

Stay still, you stupid asshole!

[musclebeast]

Don't you- [Ducks, dodges.] stop! Sollux, quit this! [Crouches, leaping away, arms no longer crossed.]

[biwinning]

You-

[Jump, grabbing-]

-Quit it, and hand them over! Stop hiding from me!

[Giving chase after Equius now. He's not using his powers, the same way Equius isn't using his own. It's more... fun, this way.]

[musclebeast]

[Fun- right, something feels almost childish about it- but in the sense that still builds excitement in his chest, a kind of rush. He yanks away again all dodges with no offensive strikes, simply trying to keep Sollux's hands on his glasses.]

I won't! Cease these shenanigans, keep you grubby little prongs off me!

[biwinning]

Take off the glasses and I'll cease thethe shenanigansth! I- command it! I'm ordering you to cut the shit right now!

[musclebeast]

[All right, he can't help but smile a little at that, nostrils flaring. Another dodge, staying lower to the ground.]

[biwinning]

[Sollux is resorting to making more tackling grabs now, running out of patience to keep doing more skillful attempts. He's running out of breath a bit, he's really in worse shape here than he ever was on Alternia or during SGRUB. In both of those instances, life circumstances were actively trying to kill him, just through means of everyday life, but in Exsilium... he doesn't have to deal with those kind of threats. And so he's already physically a lot slower than Equius, his attempts at grabbing his glasses essentially a wasted effort.]

-Fine!

[Huff huff.]

Fucking keep them! Congratulationsth, you get to hide behind a pair of glassesth a little while longer!

[musclebeast]

[Equius is very far from running out of breath, even if his body aches from all the training he's been doing lately. He can tell Sollux is slowing down though, and in this- odd feeling of glee he has from playing keep away, he feels a little bad for how out of shape Sollux is, that even this playful sort of game is difficult for him.]

[Weird, he should feel bad. Equius stands straight again, focusing away from that feeling.]

You're claiming defeat already? I assume it has to do with your despicable shape. [Adjusts his shades.]

[biwinning]

[He's not completely out of breath, he could still run for at least another... two minutes, if he wanted to. But he'd rather not get to such a pitiful state in front of his kismesis.]

Not everyone goesth around fighting robotsth for hoursth for fun. Which ith mothtly everyone. I'm not in deth-... I'm not in bad shape.

[musclebeast]

You are. We've gone over this before.