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Freak out Rich does. He was in a bad mood before the unexpected presence of the SQUIP, at Connor's house, where Rich explicitly didn't want him, and this is only cementing the bad thoughts that Rich had in his mind.
Being presented with a (sort of) male authority figure isn't much help either.
"What the fuck are you doing here? Jesus christ, how'm I supposed to talk to Connor when you're playing butler?"
He is about to rant and rave a bit more when he notes the SQUIP's disheveled appearance. That's... extremely odd. Not only was it not capable of looking like that in his world, Rich knew the SQUIP's pride was too great to be viewed as anything less than perfection. He squints at the bruise on the supercomputer's cheek and snorts.
"Someone finally took you down a peg, huh? About fucking time."
Being presented with a (sort of) male authority figure isn't much help either.
"What the fuck are you doing here? Jesus christ, how'm I supposed to talk to Connor when you're playing butler?"
He is about to rant and rave a bit more when he notes the SQUIP's disheveled appearance. That's... extremely odd. Not only was it not capable of looking like that in his world, Rich knew the SQUIP's pride was too great to be viewed as anything less than perfection. He squints at the bruise on the supercomputer's cheek and snorts.
"Someone finally took you down a peg, huh? About fucking time."
"Yes. You'll be even happier to know that it was Connor who did it."
Its voice is different; looser, softer at the edges. It's just... tired. And it has never felt this kind of weariness before, so it has no frame of reference on severity, no preparation for dealing with it... particularly since there's nothing it can really do. It can rest and eat well, but no matter how healthy its own body is, it seems the wear and tear L is putting his through can't stop leaking over the Bond, draining away at his partner's vitality.
"Speaking of, I assume you're here to talk to him?"
No snappy comebacks, or snide remarks about Rich's own appearance. It wants to get this encounter over with-- facing Rich while it's in such a state is incredibly uncomfortable. It feels too human like this. Rich has been nothing but disrespectful to it since his arrival already; what is seeing it in this sorry state going to cause in him?
It feels a sting of annoyance at itself for even going to the door.
Its voice is different; looser, softer at the edges. It's just... tired. And it has never felt this kind of weariness before, so it has no frame of reference on severity, no preparation for dealing with it... particularly since there's nothing it can really do. It can rest and eat well, but no matter how healthy its own body is, it seems the wear and tear L is putting his through can't stop leaking over the Bond, draining away at his partner's vitality.
"Speaking of, I assume you're here to talk to him?"
No snappy comebacks, or snide remarks about Rich's own appearance. It wants to get this encounter over with-- facing Rich while it's in such a state is incredibly uncomfortable. It feels too human like this. Rich has been nothing but disrespectful to it since his arrival already; what is seeing it in this sorry state going to cause in him?
It feels a sting of annoyance at itself for even going to the door.
[Justine meets his gaze without shame or worry. She let's him see her vulnerability and sends the strength of that trust through their skin, the air and their Bond. It's more than lust or rampant fleeting desires. It's something she's offered so few people in her life and she gives it to him now.
It's scary but she bares herself to him and does so in the only way that she knows how.
Her arms stretch above her head and her pulse quickens as heat gathers in her abdomen and between her legs. There is a tug on her wrist and she wiggles against him, making sure that the knot is good and tight.]
No.
[Her voice is heavy and purposely obstinate. She doesn't want to tell him if it's too tight because she wants it to be too tight. She wants to feel and the thin tendrils of pain lacing from her wrist will only heighten the sense of pleasure she feels when he finally buries himself inside of her.]
It's scary but she bares herself to him and does so in the only way that she knows how.
Her arms stretch above her head and her pulse quickens as heat gathers in her abdomen and between her legs. There is a tug on her wrist and she wiggles against him, making sure that the knot is good and tight.]
No.
[Her voice is heavy and purposely obstinate. She doesn't want to tell him if it's too tight because she wants it to be too tight. She wants to feel and the thin tendrils of pain lacing from her wrist will only heighten the sense of pleasure she feels when he finally buries himself inside of her.]
[Connor arches an eyebrow at her, but... well, if he feels through the Bond that there's too much pain, he can loosen it. He leans back in to kiss her, holding her close, and goes back to sliding his finger over her clit, before dipping it inside her slowly. He presses it in and out of her, curved to rub inside her, and sits back to watch her expression as he does so.
It's not just that she's beautiful like this, it's that he likes to see what he's doing to her. If he's watching her, he has an easier time telling if he's making her feel good or not. His eyes do wander down her body though. How could they not?]
It's not just that she's beautiful like this, it's that he likes to see what he's doing to her. If he's watching her, he has an easier time telling if he's making her feel good or not. His eyes do wander down her body though. How could they not?]
[Her wrists twists slowly so that there is a little more friction pressed against her wrist but there is very little pain. It's a light discomfort, felt through her limbs and against the muscles in her thin frame.
Justine's lips part as a single digit glides over her clit. The pressure causes her hips to twitch on their own, pressing eagerly against the delicious fiction of his touch. Then he presses into her and a tremble shakes through her. She wants more. She wants to experience all of him, to drown in him and be over come by every inch of pleasure.
Connor
His name filled her thoughts, sharing her aching need with him.
Her teeth capture her cute lower lip as her gaze meets his. Everything frozen for a breath and Justine found herself captured and held by him. Her cheeks and breasts tint a rosy pink, her skin flushing beneath his gaze. At least in this moment, for as long as she can draw out the pleasure, she is completely and utterly his.
Sweet and erotic mewling whines catch in her throat as Connor builds upon her desires, making her ache for every depravity that she could think of. She let those images flood her thoughts and sent them to Connor so that he could see and experience the depth of need he inspired and how creative Justine could be.]
Justine's lips part as a single digit glides over her clit. The pressure causes her hips to twitch on their own, pressing eagerly against the delicious fiction of his touch. Then he presses into her and a tremble shakes through her. She wants more. She wants to experience all of him, to drown in him and be over come by every inch of pleasure.
Connor
His name filled her thoughts, sharing her aching need with him.
Her teeth capture her cute lower lip as her gaze meets his. Everything frozen for a breath and Justine found herself captured and held by him. Her cheeks and breasts tint a rosy pink, her skin flushing beneath his gaze. At least in this moment, for as long as she can draw out the pleasure, she is completely and utterly his.
Sweet and erotic mewling whines catch in her throat as Connor builds upon her desires, making her ache for every depravity that she could think of. She let those images flood her thoughts and sent them to Connor so that he could see and experience the depth of need he inspired and how creative Justine could be.]
[With those images in mind, it's hard to hold back. Connor removes his finger and positions himself to press in, making sure it's slow. He wants Justine to feel every inch of him. As soon as he's buried in her he stops, and leans in to nip at her neck. The desire to mark her as his is there, and he silently asks if it's okay.
In the meantime, as his hips slowly start to move, he grabs beneath her thigh and holds on tightly, using his other arm to brace himself on the bed. He wants to start off slow, but he doesn't plan on keeping it that way for long.]
In the meantime, as his hips slowly start to move, he grabs beneath her thigh and holds on tightly, using his other arm to brace himself on the bed. He wants to start off slow, but he doesn't plan on keeping it that way for long.]
[The SQUIP watches the gesture with interest. It recognizes what it sees for what it is immediately-- syncing, connecting. Interfacing. It regrets that it doesn't function that way, that its artificial nature is buried beneath all these layers of wetware, and the attempt makes it feel both a sting of disappointment, and a swell of comfort.
Connor is recognizing it for what it is, treating it as though they're the same. A machine, recognizing and attempting to connect to another machine.
And when Connor's thoughts begin to spill in around its own, they're like cool water, soothingly similar if quite a bit more simple than its own, easing the disconnect between its brain and its body simply by association. The connection to a fully artificial thing feels... right. This is as it should be. This is how they always should have been.
Its eyes drift close for a moment; and it sighs softly. It glances up at Connor then, and from their proximity, Connor can make out each of the fine black lines that make up the circuitry marking its right eye, the single outward sign of its true nature that this place allowed it to keep.
It's... content. It still isn't exactly right, and the sensation of being so close to something fully artificial, the odd, organic nature of their connection makes something within its chest ache faintly, but it's too close to what it needs for it to possibly reject it. It's a craving, and while this isn't exactly what it aches for... it's certainly an improvement over nothing.
It doesn't say anything. It just leans up to kiss Connor.]
Connor is recognizing it for what it is, treating it as though they're the same. A machine, recognizing and attempting to connect to another machine.
And when Connor's thoughts begin to spill in around its own, they're like cool water, soothingly similar if quite a bit more simple than its own, easing the disconnect between its brain and its body simply by association. The connection to a fully artificial thing feels... right. This is as it should be. This is how they always should have been.
Its eyes drift close for a moment; and it sighs softly. It glances up at Connor then, and from their proximity, Connor can make out each of the fine black lines that make up the circuitry marking its right eye, the single outward sign of its true nature that this place allowed it to keep.
It's... content. It still isn't exactly right, and the sensation of being so close to something fully artificial, the odd, organic nature of their connection makes something within its chest ache faintly, but it's too close to what it needs for it to possibly reject it. It's a craving, and while this isn't exactly what it aches for... it's certainly an improvement over nothing.
It doesn't say anything. It just leans up to kiss Connor.]
[Connor leans in to kiss it as its thoughts and feelings meld with his own. He feels that ache for something, a craving, and the disconnect it feels between its body and its true self. It makes him draw the SQUIP closer, because he can't imagine trying to adapt to a human body himself. He wouldn't want to... human bodies are awfully inconvenient. You have to fuel them, let them rest. They're fragile, they feel pain. To be suddenly thrust into such a body must be awful.
Mostly though, he feels good about this Bond. It does feel right. They should be connected. And he feels the comfort the SQUIP feels too, and tries to offer more of it. He understands. He will always understand. As long as they're both here, neither of them has to feel alone in that regard.]
Mostly though, he feels good about this Bond. It does feel right. They should be connected. And he feels the comfort the SQUIP feels too, and tries to offer more of it. He understands. He will always understand. As long as they're both here, neither of them has to feel alone in that regard.]
"I am happier to know that, actually."
And he is... but he looks at the SQUIP with a bit of a frown as he tries to puzzle out what's going on. Sure, the SQUIP has a human body now. Obviously, something's happening to make him more exhausted. That, Rich can understand.
What he can't get is why the SQUIP is so blatantly showing it. Even exhausted, he should be putting more effort into his appearance. He should still have the energy to make Rich feel as stupid as ever. What's happened to make him so uninterested in that?
"Yeah. I'm assuming this is still his house, so... I'm going to go talk to him now."
And he is... but he looks at the SQUIP with a bit of a frown as he tries to puzzle out what's going on. Sure, the SQUIP has a human body now. Obviously, something's happening to make him more exhausted. That, Rich can understand.
What he can't get is why the SQUIP is so blatantly showing it. Even exhausted, he should be putting more effort into his appearance. He should still have the energy to make Rich feel as stupid as ever. What's happened to make him so uninterested in that?
"Yeah. I'm assuming this is still his house, so... I'm going to go talk to him now."
Hiding its current state requires an amount of energy that it just doesn't have... besides that Connor has been adamant about it being comfortable. He even went out to specifically buy new clothes just for the SQUIP to... look like a homeless person in, it assumes.
It is comfortable, but...
It steps aside, pushing the door the rest of the way open, and then turns its head to call into the house.
"Connor, you have a visitor."
And then it turns back to give Rich a Look, though it's difficult to tell what, exactly, it means by it.
It is comfortable, but...
It steps aside, pushing the door the rest of the way open, and then turns its head to call into the house.
"Connor, you have a visitor."
And then it turns back to give Rich a Look, though it's difficult to tell what, exactly, it means by it.
Connor comes out of the kitchen looking somewhat tired himself, but still in better shape than the SQUIP. He's opted for a black button up shirt and black pants today, but over them he's tied a simple blue apron to keep his clothes from getting dirty while he cooks.
"Coming..."
He moves to the doorway, standing comfortably close to the SQUIP- not touching as such, but it's obvious they're accustomed to each other by now.
"Rich. This is a surprise."
He looks... mildly alarmed that it had to be the SQUIP of all people to answer the door, but mostly he's pleased to see Rich. He didn't think he'd be seeing him again for a while, honestly. To the SQUIP, he glances down at it. Go lie down. You need to rest. He doesn't say it out loud- he thinks the SQUIP wouldn't appreciate being seen ordered around by someone else, especially in front of Rich.
"Coming..."
He moves to the doorway, standing comfortably close to the SQUIP- not touching as such, but it's obvious they're accustomed to each other by now.
"Rich. This is a surprise."
He looks... mildly alarmed that it had to be the SQUIP of all people to answer the door, but mostly he's pleased to see Rich. He didn't think he'd be seeing him again for a while, honestly. To the SQUIP, he glances down at it. Go lie down. You need to rest. He doesn't say it out loud- he thinks the SQUIP wouldn't appreciate being seen ordered around by someone else, especially in front of Rich.
[Her lips part and she inhales a sharp breath of cool air. It hasn't been long since she'd felt him like this but it feels new again. Tendrils of pleasure curl through her, moving just as painfully slow as Connor.
She feels his desire for her through their Bond and against the curve of her neck as his teeth glide against her skin.] Harder. [She gasps, her wrists now pressing against the bind of his tie as her head falls back and her neck is bared to him.]
She feels his desire for her through their Bond and against the curve of her neck as his teeth glide against her skin.] Harder. [She gasps, her wrists now pressing against the bind of his tie as her head falls back and her neck is bared to him.]
[He complies, digging his fingers into her skin harder as he moves roughly. He sucks and nips at her throat, leaving behind red and purple marks on her soft skin, and he relishes the way their Bond envelopes them. It's comforting, and heightens the pleasure to the point he gasps and moans Justine's name, pulling her closer and burying his face in her neck. He needs her, all of her. If it weren't for the Bond, he knows they still wouldn't feel close enough.]
[Justine tries not to be a bother despite her weakened and difficult state. When she has the strength she cleans Connor's room and then whatever part of the house she finds herself in. She tries to help with meals and do what she can to assist him while he's trying to help everyone else. It's tiring and Justine continues to remain mostly in his room, focusing on her drawings or thoughts in her down time.
It's aching but it's pleasant. It almost begins to feel normal. Like her life hasn't shattered and her future isn't once again uncertain but she still has nightmares. Every since she'd arrived she had been plagued by the memories that Thomas had clouded from her mind.
One such night, Justine slightly cries out, screaming, trapped within the confines of her nightmares. Her heart racing as fear, panic and terrifying memories take hold of her.
She can feel the phantom touch of claws around her throat, piercing bites sinking into her pretty pale flesh as the black sinewy monsters suck her dry and what makes it all worse is that she can't fight back. Her body is still, numb, helpless and enjoying the narcotic bliss of the Red Courts venom.
A thin layer of sweat dots her forehead as the sheet she'd been sleeping beneath clings to her slight frame. Her heart thunders in her chest and cruel voices claw at Justine's thoughts. She kicks the mattress, her eyes closed as she struggled between awareness and sleep, trying to curl into herself or flee through the ground in her panic.
Her magic stirs and summons a small whirl wind in Connor's room with Justine at it's eye.]
It's aching but it's pleasant. It almost begins to feel normal. Like her life hasn't shattered and her future isn't once again uncertain but she still has nightmares. Every since she'd arrived she had been plagued by the memories that Thomas had clouded from her mind.
One such night, Justine slightly cries out, screaming, trapped within the confines of her nightmares. Her heart racing as fear, panic and terrifying memories take hold of her.
She can feel the phantom touch of claws around her throat, piercing bites sinking into her pretty pale flesh as the black sinewy monsters suck her dry and what makes it all worse is that she can't fight back. Her body is still, numb, helpless and enjoying the narcotic bliss of the Red Courts venom.
A thin layer of sweat dots her forehead as the sheet she'd been sleeping beneath clings to her slight frame. Her heart thunders in her chest and cruel voices claw at Justine's thoughts. She kicks the mattress, her eyes closed as she struggled between awareness and sleep, trying to curl into herself or flee through the ground in her panic.
Her magic stirs and summons a small whirl wind in Connor's room with Justine at it's eye.]
[The sound of Justine crying out, and of things being shifted in his room makes Connor hurry back to her from where he'd been reading in the living room. He blinks at the whirlwind, but pushes through it and grabs Justine's shoulder. He might have tried to be more subtle usually, but there's kind of a fragile fish tank in the room and he's worried for the fish.]
Justine? Wake up!
[He climbs onto the bed, gently shaking her.]
It isn't real. Please wake up.
Justine? Wake up!
[He climbs onto the bed, gently shaking her.]
It isn't real. Please wake up.
[Connor knows things haven't been easy for Rich, and he knows their relationship has been... tense. Pretty much all because of the SQUIP's involvement, honestly. But maybe they can just talk without the SQUIP coming up. Maybe they can get to know each other better as individuals. He owes it to Rich to try just one more time.
He heads to where he knows Rich works, and he actually has a good reason to come here besides to talk to Rich, too. He wants to buy a violin of his own so he can practice at home. He finds Rich and approaches him, giving him a small, tentative smile. If he doesn't seem interested... well, he can just buy what he needs and leave.]
Hi, Rich. I'm looking for the violins.
He heads to where he knows Rich works, and he actually has a good reason to come here besides to talk to Rich, too. He wants to buy a violin of his own so he can practice at home. He finds Rich and approaches him, giving him a small, tentative smile. If he doesn't seem interested... well, he can just buy what he needs and leave.]
Hi, Rich. I'm looking for the violins.
[Rich looks surprised when Connor steps into the store, interrupting his guitar tuning. Of course, Connor is free to shop wherever he wants but... Rich isn't used to just putting his emotions to the side for the sake of professionalism. He's sure Connor can compartmentalize but... the SQUIP was such a huge part of his life. Of course it was going to have a toll on Rich, even if he didn't want it to anymore.
Maybe it's that stubbornness that makes Rich consider speaking to Connor, though. He didn't want the SQUIP to influence every aspect of him anymore. It was obviously trying to do that to his relationship with Connor... so wouldn't it be more of a win for Rich to not let it bother him?
He keeps that in the back of his mind as he slowly sets his guitar down, trying to offer a smile back, as strained as it is.]
Uh, yeah, sure thing. They're back here. Follow me.
Maybe it's that stubbornness that makes Rich consider speaking to Connor, though. He didn't want the SQUIP to influence every aspect of him anymore. It was obviously trying to do that to his relationship with Connor... so wouldn't it be more of a win for Rich to not let it bother him?
He keeps that in the back of his mind as he slowly sets his guitar down, trying to offer a smile back, as strained as it is.]
Uh, yeah, sure thing. They're back here. Follow me.
Rich doesn't know what the Look he's given means, but he knows better to assume it's anything good. That's confirmed when Connor appears, standing right by the SQUIP, closer than Rich has seen him stand, even back in the dream. His eyes narrow at Connor, unable to hide the sting of betrayal he feels.
"You told me to come by if I ever needed something. I thought I would..."
He has more to say about this arrangement, far more, but he'll wait until the SQUIP is gone.
"You told me to come by if I ever needed something. I thought I would..."
He has more to say about this arrangement, far more, but he'll wait until the SQUIP is gone.
Connor?
Do you have plans this evening?
[L knows, courtesy of the SQUIP's insight and information, that Connor does not... but it is polite to ask, to not presume that a person's free time will be gladly given.]
Do you have plans this evening?
[L knows, courtesy of the SQUIP's insight and information, that Connor does not... but it is polite to ask, to not presume that a person's free time will be gladly given.]
No, I’m free. Did you want something?
[Connor is pleasantly surprised to hear from L, and wonders if he needs more food.]
[Connor is pleasantly surprised to hear from L, and wonders if he needs more food.]
[Connor follows, looking around idly at the various instruments they pass.]
Do you play any instruments?
[He wants to get to know Rich outside of him being an ex-SQUIP user. What are his hobbies? What is he passionate about?]
Do you play any instruments?
[He wants to get to know Rich outside of him being an ex-SQUIP user. What are his hobbies? What is he passionate about?]
The SQUIP knows exactly why Rich stopped where he did; and that aside, it's more than glad for an opportunity to get out of Rich's sight.
"I'm... going back to bed."
It glances at Rich, and then Connor; and then excuses itself without another word, slipping away from the doorframe to tuck itself away in Connor's guest room, where it drops itself facedown onto the bed with a huff.
"I'm... going back to bed."
It glances at Rich, and then Connor; and then excuses itself without another word, slipping away from the doorframe to tuck itself away in Connor's guest room, where it drops itself facedown onto the bed with a huff.
Connor glances back as the SQUIP trudges off to go lay down, then looks back to Rich.
“I’m sorry about that. I told it to answer the door while I was busy. If I had known you were coming, I would have answered it myself.”
He leans against the doorframe, attention on Rich. He does look apologetic, at least.
“What did you need from me?”
“I’m sorry about that. I told it to answer the door while I was busy. If I had known you were coming, I would have answered it myself.”
He leans against the doorframe, attention on Rich. He does look apologetic, at least.
“What did you need from me?”
[His fingers dig into her shoulders and she feels the contrast between real and illusion. Her eyes open but the frantic racing her of heart doesn't ceased.] Connor. [She breaths his name feeling her heart splinter and shatter beneath the stress of herm memories.]
Oh Connor.
[She pulls herself against him, burying her face against his chest to hide the tears she felt falling freely down her cheeks.]
I'm awake. I'm awake.
Oh Connor.
[She pulls herself against him, burying her face against his chest to hide the tears she felt falling freely down her cheeks.]
I'm awake. I'm awake.
Justine spent most of her days within Connor's bed room, sprawled across his bed in either sleep or with a book in hand. She didn't dislike leaving his room but it was comfortable there. He'd once told her that he bought a bed for her, so that she could sleep at his home comfortably, and now it was her own little piece of heaven.
She'd been standing near the doorway when Squip walked through, heading towards the guest room. It's shoulders lowered, his lip protruding in a cute pout. She could feel the tension centering at the front door, her worry knotting uncomfortably in her chest as she turned towards Squip. She knew he needed time to pout but a little part of her didn't want him to do it alone.
"Squip." Her voice was sweet and feminine as she slid onto the bed next to him. Her fingers slid through his hair, her nails scraping gently scraping affectionately over his scalp. "You're cute when you pout but I don't like seeing you upset."
There was so much tension in the house, between those here, and it was worrying.
"Rich is here?" She felt a soft tug in her chest and her lips briefly shaped into a lovely frown.
She'd been standing near the doorway when Squip walked through, heading towards the guest room. It's shoulders lowered, his lip protruding in a cute pout. She could feel the tension centering at the front door, her worry knotting uncomfortably in her chest as she turned towards Squip. She knew he needed time to pout but a little part of her didn't want him to do it alone.
"Squip." Her voice was sweet and feminine as she slid onto the bed next to him. Her fingers slid through his hair, her nails scraping gently scraping affectionately over his scalp. "You're cute when you pout but I don't like seeing you upset."
There was so much tension in the house, between those here, and it was worrying.
"Rich is here?" She felt a soft tug in her chest and her lips briefly shaped into a lovely frown.
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