Ryuuji and Hiromu

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The bright side, if one could even hope to find such a quaint and ridiculous notion in this day and age, is that Messiah is so perpetually caught up in it's own suffering (bit pointless, really, as it truly brought that on itself) that it can't spare the motherboard to worry about why I'm acting oddly. Coupled with the fact that Messiah is completely ignorant of the passage of time without me, and not entirely capable of knowing when it's being lied to, I'm managing to keep myself from being deleted, re-written, re-wired, or any other of the vast number of ways Messiah could potentially make me not me anymore.

Which brings to mind its own train of thought, and as I wait in the construction site that I launched that first MetaVirus from, I wonder idly about the Gobusters and their delusion about my past.

I wonder if they're actually going to show up, just the two of them. I wonder if this was in fact a trap. I wonder why I trusted them, wonder whether I should load a MetaVirus into another one of these rusted pieces of machinery to be on the safe side.

No, not yet. But I do sit down in a suitably hidden area and tap away.

I'm still trying to figure out their names.

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His frown infuriated me. He's upset. He shouldn't be, not over something so stupid.

"Believe what you want." I growl. I take another few steps back, away from them. "If you'll excuse me. You should both be running along home."

[red_pleather]

I rub my forehead, pissed off and frustrated and *tired*, and not a little sore, too, though I'll deal with that. That problem's easy.

"You're probably right," I concede, and while I have no damn idea how to talk diplomatically to people, how to use fancy words and subtle phrases, I do have some idea about manners and acknowledging when people have tried. Even if Youko doesn't agree. "Thank you for coming here today."

[blue_pleather]

It's not a tea party. But Hiromu's learning, he's at least trying not to be so blunt.

"We'll ... see you," I mumble. Maybe we'll see him. He'll probably hide from us after this.

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Now they're both upset. Well, it's not my fault. They're the ones pushing a fruitless agenda. Ganging up on me. Typical. Why am I surprised?

But I don't want them to be angry with me. They showed great resolve in sharing their names with me.

I sweep past them to pick up my computer before I leave. I'm not stupid enough to leave that with them.

And I pause at the door. "Sleep well, both of you."

[red_pleather]

That startles a smile out of me, and I toss off a salute. "Good night," I say wistfully.

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"Good night." I stand to attention next to Hiromu as a gesture of respect.

... I'm going to miss Enter, aren't I.

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I smirk at them, but it's fairly affectionate, isn't it. I'm pretty sure they're going to sleep beside each other again, but I shoo away the fleeting feeling of jealousy. "Good night," I say softly before slipping out into the darkness in question.

[red_pleather]

Hell.

I move across and lean on Ryuuji, with an arm around his waist. I can pretend it's because my leg hurts.