COMPROMISES
I SEE YOU HAVE A DIABLO
I TOO… HAVE A DIABLO.
SWN-001
THE S STANDS FOR SPECIAL BUT IT SHOULD BE B FOR BEST
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Double Standards
His eyes cross as he looks at the tuft of hair between them. It gets shoved back up on top of his head to slowly slide back down into his eyes later.
“Who the hell cares about what some random shithead does?” he asks plaintively, not watching his language. “I made a comment to him not two weeks ago and you were on me about it, but now you’re making nice with him and that’s totally just fine?” Forte grumbles.
“Yes, that was uncalled for and I should have apologized a lot sooner,” she admits without looking away from him. “But I’m apologizing now. You can call him anything you like and it was wrong of me to berate you for complimenting him. I’m sorry.”
“And I care because one of them, the one trying to gain everyone’s sympathy now, has been after me and fraternizing with one of our mutual best friends for months. I just want to make sure they’re safe. What’s the worst that could happen?”
“Just felt like a bit of a double standard to me s’all.” he grumbles, having been touchy since her abrupt arrival the other night, drunk and terrified of him. THAT had gotten under his skin badly.
“Why do you always expect me to be angry with you?”
“I keep wondering the same thing actually.” Bored, and wanting to be more comfy, she removes her helmet and lies back down on her back, watching him still. Idly she plays with a curl of black hair as she speaks.
“I guess whenever things aren’t that perfect prince and princess romance I’m still subconsciously clinging to I go back to what was once normal for me. I’m young, and I used to be afraid of you when I was even younger. But it never lasts. I trust you completely and I know you would never do anything to hurt me and I’m still growing and learning.”
She rolls over a bit, onto her side. “For what it’s worth, you’re helping me with that immensely.”
He watches her roll around on the bed, cuteness causing his frustration to abate some. He crosses his arms and watches her, mouth scrunched to one side.
“You think so?” he asks, not entirely convinced. He wasn’t the shotgun anger type though, and it was going to take a little bit more than being completely adorable to put out the smoulder.
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Double Standards
His eyes cross as he looks at the tuft of hair between them. It gets shoved back up on top of his head to slowly slide back down into his eyes later.
“Who the hell cares about what some random shithead does?” he asks plaintively, not watching his language. “I made a comment to him not two weeks ago and you were on me about it, but now you’re making nice with him and that’s totally just fine?” Forte grumbles.
“Yes, that was uncalled for and I should have apologized a lot sooner,” she admits without looking away from him. “But I’m apologizing now. You can call him anything you like and it was wrong of me to berate you for complimenting him. I’m sorry.”
“And I care because one of them, the one trying to gain everyone’s sympathy now, has been after me and fraternizing with one of our mutual best friends for months. I just want to make sure they’re safe. What’s the worst that could happen?”
“Just felt like a bit of a double standard to me s’all.” he grumbles, having been touchy since her abrupt arrival the other night, drunk and terrified of him. THAT had gotten under his skin badly.
“Why do you always expect me to be angry with you?”
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Double Standards
What he really wanted to bring up was why it was okay for her to talk to him and make friendly, but an offhand comment had landed him in the doghouse. His brow furrows.
“I… you know, that’s what passes for normal around here, right?” he asks seriously, eyeing her body language. He’d read a book on this. That meant she was hiding something and uncomfortable, or defensive. He probably should have read the book a little better.
Between this and her rushing home acting like he was some kind of abusive nutjob had him badly on edge, lately.
“Forte I’ve lived here longer than an entire line of DWNs, I know what passes for normal and what doesn’t. Besides I don’t trust anything Flash builds.”
She’d watched him while she spoke and moved. He was an open book, really. But he couldn’t possibly think she was flirting with Search Man of all people, could he?
“I know that look,” she says affectionately. “What’s on your mind besides your marvelously untamed hair~?”
His eyes cross as he looks at the tuft of hair between them. It gets shoved back up on top of his head to slowly slide back down into his eyes later.
“Who the hell cares about what some random shithead does?” he asks plaintively, not watching his language. “I made a comment to him not two weeks ago and you were on me about it, but now you’re making nice with him and that’s totally just fine?” Forte grumbles.
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Double Standards
“Everything alright~?” Splash asks from her usual perch beside him on the bed, alarmed by the sound of his vents. She looks away from her laptop for a moment, to his screen, and sees him browsing her posts with Loud.
“Ah, that,” she mutters and returns to browsing. “I haven’t gotten a chance to speak with the quiet one yet, but I’m hoping to get him the next time he’s online.”
She closes the laptop and swings her legs over the side of the bed. “What do you think of this whole multiple personality nonsense they have going on?”
Shoulder surfer.
“I don’t even know that guy’s name.” he grunts, closing the Tumblr window and going back to YouTube. “What the hell do I know about his ‘personality’?” he asks, the quoted word spoken in an approximation to her own tone.
“They’re both an infuriatingly unpredictable threat to almost everyone they talk to, including me. You should know something about them.” She offers.
“Just two weeks ago the loud one was threatening everyone he met, and all eyes were on him for the longest time. And just the other day the quiet one goes and nearly offlines our walking missile launcher?”
She pulls her knees up and hugs them, rests her cheek to them. No reason, it was just comfy. “It’s an anomaly that no one else sees a need to investigate. That worries me. I want to make sure they’re not putting anyone I care about in danger.”
What he really wanted to bring up was why it was okay for her to talk to him and make friendly, but an offhand comment had landed him in the doghouse. His brow furrows.
“I… you know, that’s what passes for normal around here, right?” he asks seriously, eyeing her body language. He’d read a book on this. That meant she was hiding something and uncomfortable, or defensive. He probably should have read the book a little better.
Between this and her rushing home acting like he was some kind of abusive nutjob had him badly on edge, lately.
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Double Standards
Forte stares at his computer, head tilted. He reaches up and brushes his hair out of his eyes with both hands, smoothing it back… naturally it falls back in his eyes. He didn’t care though, he was distracted.
Splash had been mad at him just for saying that Search “wasn’t completely awful” once.
Now she was.. cheering him on.
He hadn’t even said it in a complimentary way.
“And for heaven’s sake, loosen up a little~! You have friends now, let’s see some of that characteristic confidence back sometime soon, okay~?”
He bites his lip, instinctively trying to message Gospel about what it could mean but… his companion was gone. Out of range. Hadn’t returned.
His chest was getting tight. He hated this asshole because he constantly called his girlfriend a cunt, and he hadn’t been able to say anything because it would have compromised her independence.
Here she was
practically
flirting.
Forte’s fans up their RPMs to compensate for the rising temperature within his frame, enough for the sound to surprise him.
What was that?
“Everything alright~?” Splash asks from her usual perch beside him on the bed, alarmed by the sound of his vents. She looks away from her laptop for a moment, to his screen, and sees him browsing her posts with Loud.
“Ah, that,” she mutters and returns to browsing. “I haven’t gotten a chance to speak with the quiet one yet, but I’m hoping to get him the next time he’s online.”
She closes the laptop and swings her legs over the side of the bed. “What do you think of this whole multiple personality nonsense they have going on?”
Shoulder surfer.
“I don’t even know that guy’s name.” he grunts, closing the Tumblr window and going back to YouTube. “What the hell do I know about his ‘personality’?” he asks, the quoted word spoken in an approximation to her own tone.
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Double Standards
Forte stares at his computer, head tilted. He reaches up and brushes his hair out of his eyes with both hands, smoothing it back… naturally it falls back in his eyes. He didn’t care though, he was distracted.
Splash had been mad at him just for saying that Search “wasn’t completely awful” once.
Now she was.. cheering him on.
He hadn’t even said it in a complimentary way.
“And for heaven’s sake, loosen up a little~! You have friends now, let’s see some of that characteristic confidence back sometime soon, okay~?”
He bites his lip, instinctively trying to message Gospel about what it could mean but… his companion was gone. Out of range. Hadn’t returned.
His chest was getting tight. He hated this asshole because he constantly called his girlfriend a cunt, and he hadn’t been able to say anything because it would have compromised her independence.
Here she was
practically
flirting.
Forte’s fans up their RPMs to compensate for the rising temperature within his frame, enough for the sound to surprise him.
What was that?
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Forte is in his underwear, still on the computer. He swivels around in his chair to watch her come in, looking completely and utterly confused. His mouth was even hanging open a little.
Okay yeah, having that little dose of reality come barreling down onto her helped. This was the Forte she knew, the real one, the factual one, the derpy one.
Not whatever emotionally manipulative angry boyfriend in a wife beater her frazzled mind could conjure up from a few out-of-context texts and too much time away from her favorite capslock generator.
She stands there for a moment, blinking the threatening hangover away. “So… you’re really not upset then.” Oh when did she drop her backpack?
He stares for a little bit, red eyes glowing in the dim computer light.
“No?” he asks pathetically, his voice dripping with sheer confusion. She seemed… stunned.
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THEY ARE INDICATIVE OF MY BLING
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Oh no, he wasn’t answering. “Oh maker, I’m sorry, Forte I’m on my way home, I’m in the teleporter right now, okay?” She had no idea what she’d done to have Forte treat her like this, was it really that bad? She’d gotten drunk without him plenty of times, he knew who she was before he asked to go out with her, hell he made out with her best friend right in front of her last time he was drunk!
The exclamation points, the lowercase, the sweet talking, she was still way to foggy to remember Forte talked to her differently than everyone else despite having commented on it less than a few hours ago.
Ten minutes later she can be heard fumbling with the combination lock outside the door and muttering something about ‘please don’t let him have walked out’.
Forte is in his underwear, still on the computer. He swivels around in his chair to watch her come in, looking completely and utterly confused. His mouth was even hanging open a little.
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Miss Splash, I have no idea what you’re talking about! I’m not upset!
I… I just… I’m sorry, I feel like I did something wrong whether you’re upset about it or not. I’m coming home now. I’m sorry.
Forte stares at his laptop screen, literally unable to reply. He wasn’t upset at all, and had been genuinely confused why Splash was… he had no idea what she was doing and had no way to respond to it.
“You didn’t, everything is okay!!!” he writes when he finally gathers his wits, still utterly confounded.
“Then why are you talking like that?” She says, her voice a little strained as the sounds of her packing at the speed of light can be heard. A lot of her things are dropped. “I know passive aggressive when I see it. Is it about what I said to Flash? I’m sorry, I won’t speak to him again.” She’s obviously not completely sober yet.
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THEY’RE GREAT FOR DECELERATION
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THEY’RE VERTICAL STABILISING VANES YOU FUCK
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