Make Her Pay: Reckoning

jewelman:

Jewel had still been fiddling with his own matching pair of cufflinks when the two of them had arrived at the party, so while Forte was already getting a look around, his own head was tipped downward toward his wrists. They perfectly tied together the both of their outfits; as per proper prom etiquette! It was only right that their outfits matched at least a little, even if they were both men.

Finally looking up, Jewel’s eyes went wide as he took on the scenery around him. Plant had completely outdone himself, managing to somehow even make the few DWNs mingling around look as though they were oozing of elegance and sophistication. It was curious though how Forte asked what he thought, seemingly looking for his approval, but Jewel was way too astonished to notice any deeper implications in his words.

"Maker… it’s wonderful." He managed to murmur, still completely enraptured, with his blue eyes reflecting the shimmering lights. Jewel loved everything glamorous, shiny and eye-catching, so it seemed as though this party was (and unknowingly it was in part) put together just for him.

After a moment his gaze fell to Forte, and the idea of holding his hand crossed his mind when he remembered that they were supposed to be acting like prom dates. He hesitated- the SWN’s hand was clenched into a tight fist… Tense, but classic Forte. He mulled it over a few moments longer before he let his fingers brush experimentally against his knuckles, testing the water.

Forte hadn’t noticed Jewel going for his hand, his eyes widening a little as he felt the DLN’s soft touch. He looked down between them, as if it’d been in error, but there it was. The gears had to turn for a second before it hit him what Jewel wanted, and his typical resting-bitch-face hardened further, a furious blush springing to his cheeks.

Hand holding.

After way too much consideration, Forte’s fist unclenched and took Jewel’s for a moment, giving it a brief squeeze before letting go. He raised his arm instead, offering it to his companion with a shy smile. WHY WAS THIS SO FUCKING HARD? THEY HAD ONLY JUST ARRIVED!

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Make Her Pay: Reckoning

Forte fussed with the collar of his shirt shortly after arrival, always feeling oddly rumpled after teleporting. He was looking dapper as promised, new pink diamond cufflinks sitting pretty at his wrists. It was showtime. The plans had all come together and here they were. He could hardly believe it.

"Impressive." was all he had to say as he stared out at the sunset-lit landscape, partygoers already mingling! Was Splash here yet? The next step was to find her and look fantastic without her. With Jewel. Right! New mission, keep his prom date happy. 

"What do you think?" he asked, once his prom date was no longer data being shot through the air at a bazillion miles an hour. 

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Make Her Pay 2: The Race Against Timening

jewelman:

At the announcement  of ‘We can go together’, the tension was broken and the wave of relief that washed over Jewel from Forte’s answer was practically visible. “Really?” He asked, trying desperately to play it cool, but not doing a very good job. The tight smile he was giving the SWN could have only been described as some bizarre mixture of nervousness and delight.

Even if this WAS one of the most shameless things he’d ever decided to do, it was hard not to feel excited. After all, he’d never had a real date that wasn’t a friend or a brother…. not that this would be a REAL date, but acting was a step closer than not, right? Who knew what would happen!

"That’s perfect! I guess that makes us even for the clothing help, too." Jewel beamed, ushering Forte back behind the curtain to get back into his regular clothes so that they could check out. "We can meet up a few minutes beforehand and I’ll lend you some cufflinks." he promised, his smile audible in his words, no longer having to play it cool now that the SWN was out of sight. 

Nearby, the salesman gave Jewel another thumbs up, looking thrilled too… but for entirely different reasons.

The thumbs up quickly turned into a worried expression as a realisation was made and Jewel was shunted leftwise, the salesman hurrying to make sure Forte’s jacket fit by joining him in the dressing room. There was screaming. Screaming and measuring.

After what seemed like forever, the two of them eventually emerged, the saleshuman looking sweaty and victorious, Forte looking tousled and traumatised. 

"You can pick it up tomorrow morning." they were promised, and the human took the suit into the back area to be tailored, the price left with his cohort.

After trying to smooth his hair back a few more times and failing, Forte gave up and settled for zipping his jacket way too high again. Wordlessly, he stepped up to the counter, took his Amex out and slid it to the cashier, turning back to Jewel. 

"Thanks for… this." he mumbled gratefully in a low voice, gesturing openly. "I don’t know what I would have done without you." Behind the counter, the cashier had run the card, and looked at the name on it in sick disbelief. Shockingly, it went through. A trembling hand returned it, but Forte didn’t notice. "Maybe this whole prom…thing… might actually be fun now?" It sounded less that Forte was embarrassed and more like he was inexperienced in expressing gratitude.

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Make Her Pay 2: The Race Against Timening

jewelman:

Jewel took a step back to give Forte some space as he patted himself down, laughing again, though this time it was tinged with the slightest hint of nervousness. “Well, yes, we’ll make sure you have cufflinks, but I meant something more along the lines of someone to go with.” A blush had slowly started to creep it’s way into the pixels of his cheeks as he spoke, and Jewel was completely unaware of just how perfectly he was going along with Forte’s sinister scheme. Jewel, of course, wasn’t stupid. He knew it wasn’t a very good idea to ask his sister’s freshly minted ex to go with him to the biggest (only?) party of the year, but it wasn’t as though it had to be be a real date if Forte said yes! If she asked, he’d be fine with just telling her that it was for pretend. Little white lies never hurt anyone.

"Because, you know, I’m available, and I’d be willing to go with you, if you wanted." He stated, briefly peering over his shoulder for any nosy salespersons before he faced Forte again. "Unless you’ve already got someone in mind of course- in which case, maybe you wouldn’t mind returning this favor for me and pretending to be my date whenever Plant is looking? Just imagine the look on his face!” While it was a completely shameless thing to do, what was the saying? “All’s fair in love and war”? Well this was just an extension of that. Even though he felt like his core was going to burn out of his chest while Forte deliberated on the idea, and there was part of him saying that this was all wrong, the thought of getting to show Plant he was wrong, that he didn’t deserve to be alone, was enough to make even Jewel take the low road for once.

"What do you think?"

Genuine surprise lit up Forte’s face, which was to say his eyebrows shot up halfway across his forehead. He’d been planning on asking Jewel himself if it came up, or once they got outside… the DLN getting the drop on him was enough to give him pause. For what it was worth, the surprise looked real because it WAS real. 

So, if this was like the movies he’d watched studied, this was were he was supposed to pretend to mull it over for dramatic tension. He was to look Jewel up and down and then give a cocky smirk. Arms were supposed to be crossed, a knowing look was to be given, but…  somehow it didn’t seem to fit though. Something felt wrong about just being handed what he wanted. Forte had been thrown off his groove completely.

"We can go together." he heard himself say. "I’ll make you look good." 

It was starting to sink in a little more, did Jewel want to use him in the exact same way he wanted to use Jewel? Was that okay? 

Was that okay?

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Make Her Pay 2: The Race Against Timening

jewelman:

"Oh, wow," Jewel breathed, his eyes brightening at the sight of Forte as the curtain was pulled open. There was no denying that Forte was looking dashing now that he was in something that actually fit him, and these colors really did contrast nicely with his pale hair and skin… a lot of skin, actually. He had it on his arms, on his neck. No exposed wires or cables, or even any visible seams or panelling… so what had there been to be so self conscious about?

"We’ll have to see it with the jacket on, of course, but I think this makes you look like—" Jewel paused, reaching for the jacket to peek at it’s price tag before he gestured for the other to hold his arms out so he could slide it onto him. "-well, like a thousand bucks!" He said, laughing softly at his own joke. An idea struck him, and he pursed his lips and tapped a finger against it as he stared appraisingly at the SWN. "There’s just one thing missing."

If that was a lot for a suit, Forte didn’t know, thus he didn’t even blink at the price. He had one of Wily’s dozens of credit cards, and he knew it worked because he’d paid the dry cleaner with it. He didn’t know what a credit limit was, and probably should have cared… but he didn’t. Complimenting him seemed to cheer him up at least, or distracted him from why he was grumpy in the first place. “Missing?”

Forte patted himself down, wondering what he’d missed, and then looked at himself in the mirror.

"Cufflinks?" he asked finally, after giving it serious consideration.

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Make Her Pay 2: Race Against Time

jewelman:

forteandgospel:

This was so maker-damned difficult. It took strenuous willpower to not growl at the DLN as Jewel violated his personal space, even if it was to perform a kind gesture. He somehow survived though, probably by imagining the static he’d get from Gospel if he’d seen Forte wince through that.

Without the undersuit?” he echoed plaintively, unable to keep his cool any longer. “Now?”

“Yes, you HAVE to take it off! It’s not going to look right otherwise, and it’s not like you’d wear it to the prom like that.” Jewel explained, making a twirling-finger U-turn gesture for him to get back in the changing room. Forte was the one who asked for HIS help, so he wasn’t going to entertain any complaints on the matter. “If you need to borrow my gloves, I can lend them to you, I understand.” There was no shame in it after all, not every man-machine had artificial skin all over.

He almost went for the gloves, but ultimately decided against it. His hands looked fine. With a huff, Forte pulled the curtain closed a little hard and disappeared for another 5-10 minutes. “How about now?” he asked, tone so morose it was almost gravelly, but looking way sharper. He’d still not mastered the tie, but it looked much more like a tie. Apparently he’d been in there reverse engineering it. These colours suited him far better (oh, a pun! how tedious), and he looked far less ridiculous now that he was no longer wearing clothes under his clothes. Their human helper hovered nearby, looking pleased. Alterations would need to be made of course, but it seemed to fit pretty well at first glance.

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Make Her Pay 2: Race Against Time

jewelman:

And just like that, Jewel’s carefully composed expression melted away and softened into some sort of a mixture of sympathy and amusement at the sight of him. Sure he was wearing the clothing of a sophisticated gentleman, but he was hardly playing the part convincingly while looking so tousled and frustrated… was that his bodysuit??

"Hm…” Jewel stared a moment longer, his fingers thoughtfully pressed to his chin before he took a step closer and held out his palm for the tie."Its good," He assured, looping the tie over the SWN’s head before he began to fasten it for him. "But it’s not GREAT." With the tie now on properly, Jewel handed Forte the outfit he’d liked the best from the stack. "This time, without the undersuit.”

This was so maker-damned difficult. It took strenuous willpower to not growl at the DLN as Jewel violated his personal space, even if it was to perform a kind gesture. He somehow survived though, probably by imagining the static he’d get from Gospel if he’d seen Forte wince through that.

Without the undersuit?” he echoed plaintively, unable to keep his cool any longer. “Now?”

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Make Her Pay 2: Race Against Time

jewelman:

Jewel didn’t have much time to react to the compliment, he’d only managed to mumble a quiet ‘Thank you,’ before Forte had been banished to behind the curtain to change. It was funny how the salesperson seemed to be getting more excited about this than they were Jewel thought as he started to sift through the slowly growing pile of formalwear, weeding out the suits he didn’t think Forte should waste his time with and setting them aside. That human was very passionate about his profession, and that was something Jewel could relate to and respect, and seemed all the more excited now that he knew this wasn’t going to be a lesson in frustration.

"So, you’re saying that even though you don’t think he meant it, that I should still try to prove Plant wrong?" he asked through the curtain, though now that he was saying it for himself it DID sound like a good idea. There was nothing wrong with wanting to repair his image after what’d been said, but who was there to ask on such short notice? It couldn’t be anyone in his line if he was trying to make a point here about being likable. There was always Top, but Plant knew how close of friends they were, and he somehow didn’t think ‘I asked my pal to go with me’ would do him any better. Running through a list of potential dates in his mind, Jewel paused for a moment.

"Um, you wouldn’t happen to be—" ‘Interested in going with me, would you?’ Maker, it was too awkward. “-done getting dressed yet, right? Haha, what’s taking so long, hmm? Let me see already!”

Forte felt like he’d had a swing and a miss, but maybe he was wrong.

"Ugh, I can’t get the-" but instead of explaining, he just pulled the curtain open, his necktie knotted sadly and incorrectly at mid-chest level. Excepting the jacket, he was fully dressed, and then some, as he hadn’t removed his undersuit. Giving up on the tie, Forte unknotted it and folded it in half, simply opting to hold it up to his neck. “Tada. It seems to fit.” was all he had to offer on the subject, looking rumpled both in spirit and appearance. “Is it good?”

He didn’t have to go on about whether proving Plant wrong was the best course of action to persue, everything seemed to be on track.

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Make Her Pay 2: Race Against Time

jewelman:

"Well, aren’t you special?” Jewel half complimented/half teased, smiling lightly as they were finally left alone. He certainly couldn’t boast having entirely human-like proportions! As Forte continued however, his smile faded and his brows rose in surprise. Forte paid attention to the network? More specifically, Forte paid attention to what HE did on the network? Since when? “I-” He blurted, cheeks as pink as his hair in a matter of moments.

Sometimes having perfect recall was less than desirable. Sure, he could call people out on their white-lies about fitted suits, but he also couldn’t just FORGET about Plant coming to him to brag about his relationship, or about the things he’d called him. He’d called him a prick, shallow, negative, and had said something akin to ‘no wonder you’re alone,’ and what was worse was that he’d said it where everyone could see it… and apparently did. Jewel tried to tell himself that Plant probably didn’t know about how the entire 9th line were unwanted robots, and maybe he hadn’t known that he’d tried to be romantically involved with someone only to be callously rejected. Jewel hadn’t meant to say what he did about Percy, but there was something about being called jealous that had made him unable to stop himself.

So what, maybe he WAS jealous. Maybe he was jealous that Plant had been ‘good enough’ for someone to want to be his exclusively. Was that really so wrong?

"I forgave him for that,” Jewel finally said, looking uncomfortable as well. "Not… to his face yet. Do you think he meant what he said about me?" He’d asked, his hands now fidgeting with the fabric of Forte’s jacket, even though it sounded much more like, ‘Do you think he was right?’

Forte gave Jewel a concentrated, appraising glance, his chin in hand as if deeply mulling it over.

"Nah, I don’t think he did, people’ll say stupid shit they don’t mean if you get em angry enough." he finally answered authoritatively. He’d know, after all, he himself was an angry person. "Doesn’t matter anyway, cause he was wrong."

If he had anything more to say it would have to wait, as their salesperson called them over to discuss the reason they were there in the first place.

Fitting robots was a little different than humans, as Dr. Light had made it perfectly clear that pretty much none of his family members (barring the pink one) had the ability to dress themselves. While it was pretty weird that he would even send robots in for clothing, Light had certainly never stiffed them on the bill. One year they’d even tracked down a half-dozen vintage sailor suits for the eccentric roboticist. This was nothing.

At any rate, this meant that as salespeople, they were to make ‘gentle suggestions’ as to what would look good on them, and try to dissuade Rockman out of getting another powder blue suit. The same principal applied here.

"I have several for you to try on, the first of which is already hanging up for you in the dressing room." the human ushered, Forte warily entering the curtained off area, the salesperson pulling it shut for him. He gave Jewel a little smile and a thumbs up before going back to the floor to grab another for the SWN to try on.

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Make Her Pay 2: Race Against Time

jewelman:

"Well," Jewel murmured, catching the jacket midair with machine-like reflexes before casually draping it over his arm. "I haven’t decided yet, but I was thinking about taking one of my siblings…” he trailed, surprised at how well Forte seemed to be dealing with having someone up in his business like that. "I intended to wait it out and see if anyone would ask them before I did, though. I’m sure they’d all prefer to go with someone they’re interested in rather than family, of course.” It wasn’t as though Jewel couldn’t have gotten a date if he wanted to, he just wasn’t impressed by anyone he’d been talking to lately, and the majority of his friends already had potential date prospects lined up. “But like I said earlier, I usually go solo, so it’s not a big deal if I have a date or not.”

The list of things to be measured on Forte seemed to be never ending- neck size, arm length, waist size, inseam- but it wasn’t until the man made a comment about ‘human sized ankles’ that Jewel leaned forward, curiously trying to peer around the human’s frame to take a look as Forte’s baggy pant leg was lifted. Never in his life had anyone ever made a comment about HIS ‘human sized’ anything, and for a moment, Jewel felt his face heat up as he straightened back up, pretending he hadn’t been trying to peek.

"Yeah, I got completely human proportions." Forte noted to the salesman (and by extension, Jewel), hoping that’d help him pick a fitting suit. "I’m a little more ‘…modern' than Rock.” he added darkly.

No bragging here, noooo….

"I’m surprised you haven’t picked someone yet." Forte mused, arms crossed as he turned to Jewel once the human left to pick stock. This was the point in the plan where he delivered a laser guided PROM DATE missile to Jewel. Planting the seed was done and over with, it was harvest time. "I mean, I saw that dust-up you and Plant got into where he said-" he paused, looking suddenly uncomfortable and self-aware. Oh how he was the consummate actor! Sandler eat your heart out! “-well, I mean, youknowwhathesaid. I dunno, I’d be doing everything in MY power to make him eat his words but, that’s me.” 

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Make Her Pay 2: Race Against Time

jewelman:

It was the slowest time of day, so the human workers were brought to attention from the moment they walked in, straightening up from their casual chatting and leaning poses. This particular place was no stranger to robotic clients, which had been why Jewel picked it, so luckily neither of them seemed to be reaching for their phones yet, even if they did look a tad nervous.

"Hello," Jewel called to the familiar faces, "My friend here needs to be fitted for a suit." he ordered casually as he strolled on over to them with Forte lingering behind, then gestured back at the SWN. He considered getting measured too to make Forte feel more comfortable, but he ultimately decided against it. "He’s never done this before, but we’re probably going to be taking a look at some of your three-piece suits today, if that helps."

The two men behind the counter exchanged glances for a moment, one of the looks said ‘You’re really going to make ME do this, aren’t you?’, and the other sassily (but still wordlessly) replied ‘well you DO have the measuring tape draped around your neck.’

Moments later, measuring-tape-around-the-neck man came forth, making his way over to where Forte had been standing. “Alright sir, can I have you remove your jacket and lift your arms like this?” He asked, demonstrating briefly. He hated measuring robots; their proportions were always so… inhuman.

The exchange of looks between the two humans wasn’t lost on Forte, but he opted to ignore it for the sake of The Plan. This time. 

"So." he began, shucking off his jacket and tossing it to Jewel. "Who’re you taking to the event?" Forte asked, spreading his arms for the invasive human. He wasn’t a fan of people in his personal space in general, and it was a rare day indeed that one was this close when he wasn’t stuck in the crush of humanity at Walmart. Really, the only human who ever got this close to him would have been Wily, and Wily alone. He didn’t want to think about that, though. Smalltalk was a pleasant distraction, at least.

Forte couldn’t help but grumble a little as his inseam was measured and… oddly, his ankle?

"Oh," the human laughed, looking pleased and very relieved. "Human sized ankles. Usually the robots Light sends in have… you know…" and he puffed out his cheeks and made a gesture that insinuated DLNs had fat as hell ankles. "Technology sure is amazing." 

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Make Her Pay 2: Race Against Time

jewelman:

The pained pause in-between Forte’s words had Jewel’s eyes widening within seconds, and the mining robot was left flustered looking after realizing the faux pas he’d accidentally committed.

It made sense that Forte didn’t know what size clothing to buy or what style to choose if Splash had always done it for him, and it also made sense as to why he’d sought help from someone else now that the two of them were apart.

"Welllll, luckily we’re artificial, so your measurements won’t change later and you’ll only have to deal with a fitting once… besides, I’m sure you’ll find a date in time for the dance!" He said, smiling as he started walking toward the entrance of the building. "Anybody would be lucky to go with you after all, and even if you did choose to go solo, lots of people do that. I mean, I’ve gone without a date every year thus far.”

Hopefully he was making this better and not worse…

Forte almost felt guilty about how easy manipulating Jewel seemed to be. Almost. The seed was planted, and he had the DLN contemplating his own situation. His dateless situation. Both of them. Dateless. Perfect.

"I’m not worried." He replied cooly, honest. If all went according to plan, he’d be picking up more than just a suit today.

He followed Jewel into the building, putting on a confident look, even if he was eager to have the mining robot do the talking. He didn’t get along well with humans, especially since the humans of Monsteropolis mostly tended to recognise him still. The consensus seemed to be a reluctant acceptance- even though he’d done damage to the city long ago, the last major thing they’d seen him do was help fight against the Roboenza rampage that’d shut the city down a few years ago. 

They still called Rockman on him sometimes, and that smug son of a bitch would have the sheer gall to dare speak to him. 

Anyway!

The humans looked a mixture of uneasy and confused. It made sense, the Lights and the Wilys didn’t really intermingle publicly much. It probably looked weird. Forte didn’t care- his stolen credit card worked just as well as anyone’s.

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Make Her Pay 2: Electric Boogaloo

jewelman:

"It looks amazing," Jewel clarified, looking appropriately impressed. "I really didn’t think there was any hope for this thing." And that would have been a genuine shame; it’d been a Christmas gift from Roll, after all. Jewel neatly re-folded the shirt against his chest before placing it back in it’s temporary home at the bottom of the bag.

"Really, never?” Now it was his turn to look a little suspicious. He KNEW he’d seen Forte in a suit while they were on the cruise ship during the previous year’s festivities, and it had looked like it’d fit him pretty well, even if he’d only seen him from across the room. “I thought I’d seen you wearing a suit at last year’s formal event, maybe I’m remembering wrong?” Not that robots had anything short of perfect recall…

Wow, Jewel was sharp. Sharper than Forte’d dared give him credit for. He’d have to pay better attention. 

"You’re right, but that’s just because Splash always handled that. She had my measurements and would pick us… matching outfits." It seemed to pain him to admit it. "I’m not really good at clothes so I always just kinda let her do her thing. Made her happy." 

He shrugged.

"So, since I don’t have a date yet, I didn’t have anyone to ask for help." 

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Make Her Pay 2: Electric Boogaloo

jewelman:

Jewel was caught by surprise with just how firm Forte’s handshake was—basically a little TOO firm… almost like they were about to arm wrestle, actually. “It’s not a big deal.” Jewel reassured as he took his hand back and instead took ahold of the bag Forte was holding. “-Uh, ‘brown’?” He repeated questioningly, peering inside at the folded dress shirt sitting at the bottom.

"Oh!" That was right! 'brown' was definitely the best thing to call whatever the hell had hardened the shirt into an oddly shaped mass before. There was really no better way of describing it, and certainly no NICER description.

Pulling it out, Jewel unfolded the shirt to get a better look at it. It was clean, perfect; it practicaly looked like he’d never even worn it before.

"Alright, where did you hide that thing and where did you find an identical shirt?" Jewel joked, looking back up at the SWN with a tight-lipped sort of smile on his face, trying not to show just how touched he was by the kind gesture.

Jewel seemed to really like his handshake. He bet the DLN would be good at arm wrestling, based on the way he kind of held on way too long. 

At Jewel’s accusation of just replacing the shirt, Forte’s face seemed to express a gradient of emotion- surprised, then stunned silent as he determined if it was a joke, a little suspicious that it wasn’t a joke, and then realisation that yes, he was just being hyperbolic! Ha ha! He got jokes!

"Yeah, it’s like new, right?" He laughed, a little uncertain. "Glad I could help out. So, you wanna do this?" Forte asked, gesturing at the shop Jewel’d picked, trying to swap out the topic. "I’ve never been fitted for a suit." 

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