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smash_logs2015-07-17 08:52 pm
lovesthepain) wrote in smash_logs2015-07-17 08:52 pm
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Who: Zero, Harpuia
What: come to robot rumpus room in next 5 minutes if u want an ass kicking
Where: Harpuia's dorm
When: July 17, late evening
Warnings: HARPUIA HAS THIS USERNAME FOR A REASON
Some days had passed since Harpuia had met Zero in the stadium, but he'd had plenty to think about since then. It seemed like such an absurd thing to request that more than once, he convinced himself the proper thing to do would be to throw the whole idea out. It was true that they no longer had a reason to lift a finger against each other; if he was to be focused strictly on his duty, then this peaceful kind of life had no room for thrill-seeking. He knew that. Had reminded himself of that several times over the past few days.
But... even so... here he was. Within the quarters assigned to him. The day was all but done; the moon was starting to rise, huge and full and golden, and he was sure that the security patrol schedules wouldn't conflict -- Zero wasn't assigned to any night patrols, and Harpuia... well, he continued to technically not be part of the security team himself.
He'd chosen his room for a few reasons. First of all, the living quarters themselves weren't monitored on camera. The last thing that Harpuia wanted to deal with was uncomfortable questions from Fefnir -- or worse, that invaluable loyalty spurring him to try and beat Zero up to get even. Second, it was one of the few places around here that a reploid could recharge. Third, all the tools required for regular maintenance were here; Harpuia would doubtlessly need to patch himself up, after all.
With a soft clunk that seemed to ring with nerve-rattling finality, Harpuia set a single E-tank down on his desk. Better safe than sorry. He'd taken the time to get everything ready, so there was only one thing left to do. Harpuia brought a hand up to his helmet, activating his communicator.
"Are you there, Zero?"
What: come to robot rumpus room in next 5 minutes if u want an ass kicking
Where: Harpuia's dorm
When: July 17, late evening
Warnings: HARPUIA HAS THIS USERNAME FOR A REASON
Some days had passed since Harpuia had met Zero in the stadium, but he'd had plenty to think about since then. It seemed like such an absurd thing to request that more than once, he convinced himself the proper thing to do would be to throw the whole idea out. It was true that they no longer had a reason to lift a finger against each other; if he was to be focused strictly on his duty, then this peaceful kind of life had no room for thrill-seeking. He knew that. Had reminded himself of that several times over the past few days.
But... even so... here he was. Within the quarters assigned to him. The day was all but done; the moon was starting to rise, huge and full and golden, and he was sure that the security patrol schedules wouldn't conflict -- Zero wasn't assigned to any night patrols, and Harpuia... well, he continued to technically not be part of the security team himself.
He'd chosen his room for a few reasons. First of all, the living quarters themselves weren't monitored on camera. The last thing that Harpuia wanted to deal with was uncomfortable questions from Fefnir -- or worse, that invaluable loyalty spurring him to try and beat Zero up to get even. Second, it was one of the few places around here that a reploid could recharge. Third, all the tools required for regular maintenance were here; Harpuia would doubtlessly need to patch himself up, after all.
With a soft clunk that seemed to ring with nerve-rattling finality, Harpuia set a single E-tank down on his desk. Better safe than sorry. He'd taken the time to get everything ready, so there was only one thing left to do. Harpuia brought a hand up to his helmet, activating his communicator.
"Are you there, Zero?"
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Especially since Zero was simply staring at him silently. It was clear that if Harpuia wanted this, he'd have to take on his usual role as the one taking the lead. The thought of having to ask for each blow specifically loomed unpleasantly over his shoulder, and his pride recoiled so badly that he nearly reconsidered the whole thing right there and then.
Instead, he took shelter in his usual stern, haughty demeanor. "Do you always barge into people's homes unannounced?" He chided. Resolute, efficient hands moved up to his helmet, decisively pulling it off -- with only just the barest hint of nervous tremor in his hands. He'd gotten no more at home with being out of armor since prom, but... protecting from injuries was fairly counter-productive here, wasn't it?
"...Are you willing to show that weapon in your palm to me again?"