[One never knows when such experience will come in handy.
Nick does a few more adjustments on his hand, wondering to himself if Hope has stocked any oil or grease in his stores. He finally gets his fingers moving to his satisfaction -- that pinky will just have to be a little sticky for now. He gets to his feet, tucking his screwdriver away.].
[Rey would be grateful, too, if not for the... you know. Synth thing. Something in which she's willing to overlook in Nick's case. Because he's Nick, and at least he doesn't have the same type of mental cases that the synthetics from Rey's world deal with.
[That she's aware of, anyway.
[She falls silent as he gets up, studying the way he tunes the joints in his own hand. She frowns.]
I apologize if, or when, I say certain things that are... off. Will try to work on it, since we're going to be living together.
[Doubtfully she needs to explain what those "certain things" are, even if it's likely that he's probably used to it.]
[There is a moment where Nick isn't entirely sure what she means, but he puts it together quickly, given the topic. He flexes his fingers a few times, his pinky visibly sticking as he gives her a reassuring look.]
I'll let you know if you cross a line, but I appreciate the effort. I've been called just about everything you can imagine over the years, so this synthetic skin has gotten pretty thick. I'm just grateful you didn't leave me in that box when we first met.
[While Rey could comment on the visible state of Nick's supposedly thick synthetic skin, she remains sincere for a moment.]
Would be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it at the time. [Not that she'd have known before she had dug him out of that hole, but she could've easily rescinded her goodwill with some old fashioned violence. Good thing it didn't come to that.
[She huffs.] Somehow, though, that... doesn't make me feel much better.
[If anything, it makes her more ashamed for starting out as one of those people, adding to that abuse he's probably so used to. She should've been better than that. But history so often likes to repeat itself.]
[His smile fades with that reassuring look, replaced by an apologetic one. He finds it easy to make light of their meeting, but it's apparently a sore spot for her.]
[Apparently, it's more sore than even Rey thought.]
In my world, I was repurposed for more than just war. I was to hate, track, and kill synthetics. Everything about this goes against what I was written for.
[She pauses, biting her lip. Because she isn't the only one here who's contradicted what was intended for her.]
But like you said, it's in the past. I'll make it work.
[Things change. And she's been alive long enough to experience that change herself.]
[Forgive Rey while she's still getting used to this whole "partnership" thing. She's more prone to working solo. At least, most of her past selves are.
[She hesitates, before rising from the couch as well to meet Nick at sort-of-eye-level.]
All right. We'll make it work, then. [She manages the hint of a simper.] It... sounds nice. Together.
[Not something that she's used to. But then, that's a good thing. Rey is used to some pretty horrible things.]
[As is Nick, unfortunately. They'll both have to get used to this world that is, in some ways, better than the ones they come from, even with its flaws. He gives her a reaffirming nod, glad to hear her agree.]
Together.
[They're partners in this, as synths and roommates. They'll make it work, watching out for one another in the meantime.
He heads for the stairs, flexing his fingers again.]
Think I'll head out for a bit after I get my coat, see if I can't find some oil in the stores. You need anything?
[Seeing as Rey is more adjusted to things going to shit more often than not, getting used to the flaws in Hadriel doesn't take any great deal of effort.
[Once Nick heads for the stairs, she starts to move towards her room. Only to stop when he asks what she needs. A slight smile creeps across her face.]
Unless you can grab some takeout on your way back, think I'm good.
[Perhaps her next formal request to the gods should be a Chinese restaurant. Ha.]
Tough request, unless Hope decided to set up a restaurant somewhere. But I'll see what I can do.
[He and Rey have their differences -- have had their differences, too -- and she may think otherwise, but Nick is sure he picked the right roommate. Now if only he can convince her of that, he'll be set.]
[It's nice. This is nice. It isn't often that Rey allows herself to humor other people like this, but it's a learning process.]
You seem plenty resourceful. No doubt you'll figure something out. Anything that's edible will do in the meantime, though. [And not contaminated with human meat. That'd be a plus.
[Also a plus is the fact that Rey is starting to regret this decision less and less. Things may have been pretty rocky from the start, but the waters have since settled. You all right, Nick Valentine. You all right.]
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Not really. [Her bodies have been capable of producing a type of oily substance on their own, but wow. Awkward.]
How often do you require upkeep?
[She's asking because of Reasons.]
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[He suspects nothing yet.]
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["Yet" being the key word here.]
Let me know if you ever need anything special done? I can always see what I can salvage around here. [Or ask Hope to magic it up for her, but shhh.]
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[He chuckles, but he means that. Given their unfamiliarity with humans, Nick has no doubt the gods would have no idea about his inner workings.]
What I will do is let you know if I need a hand somewhere I can't reach.
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[Yeahhh, she had to make pretty specific notes.
[She nods.] Deal. You may be a bit different from the synths where I'm from, but there are a lot of similarities, too.
[It's almost like it was a "good thing" that she'd taken some of them apart.]
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[One never knows when such experience will come in handy.
Nick does a few more adjustments on his hand, wondering to himself if Hope has stocked any oil or grease in his stores. He finally gets his fingers moving to his satisfaction -- that pinky will just have to be a little sticky for now. He gets to his feet, tucking his screwdriver away.].
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[Rey would be grateful, too, if not for the... you know. Synth thing. Something in which she's willing to overlook in Nick's case. Because he's Nick, and at least he doesn't have the same type of mental cases that the synthetics from Rey's world deal with.
[That she's aware of, anyway.
[She falls silent as he gets up, studying the way he tunes the joints in his own hand. She frowns.]
I apologize if, or when, I say certain things that are... off. Will try to work on it, since we're going to be living together.
[Doubtfully she needs to explain what those "certain things" are, even if it's likely that he's probably used to it.]
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I'll let you know if you cross a line, but I appreciate the effort. I've been called just about everything you can imagine over the years, so this synthetic skin has gotten pretty thick. I'm just grateful you didn't leave me in that box when we first met.
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Would be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it at the time. [Not that she'd have known before she had dug him out of that hole, but she could've easily rescinded her goodwill with some old fashioned violence. Good thing it didn't come to that.
[She huffs.] Somehow, though, that... doesn't make me feel much better.
[If anything, it makes her more ashamed for starting out as one of those people, adding to that abuse he's probably so used to. She should've been better than that. But history so often likes to repeat itself.]
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Rey...
[He sighs, kicking himself.]
It's in the past, and things are different now.
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In my world, I was repurposed for more than just war. I was to hate, track, and kill synthetics. Everything about this goes against what I was written for.
[She pauses, biting her lip. Because she isn't the only one here who's contradicted what was intended for her.]
But like you said, it's in the past. I'll make it work.
[Things change. And she's been alive long enough to experience that change herself.]
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Hey. We'll make this work. You're not alone, remember? We're in this together now.
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[Forgive Rey while she's still getting used to this whole "partnership" thing. She's more prone to working solo. At least, most of her past selves are.
[She hesitates, before rising from the couch as well to meet Nick at sort-of-eye-level.]
All right. We'll make it work, then. [She manages the hint of a simper.] It... sounds nice. Together.
[Not something that she's used to. But then, that's a good thing. Rey is used to some pretty horrible things.]
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Together.
[They're partners in this, as synths and roommates. They'll make it work, watching out for one another in the meantime.
He heads for the stairs, flexing his fingers again.]
Think I'll head out for a bit after I get my coat, see if I can't find some oil in the stores. You need anything?
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[Once Nick heads for the stairs, she starts to move towards her room. Only to stop when he asks what she needs. A slight smile creeps across her face.]
Unless you can grab some takeout on your way back, think I'm good.
[Perhaps her next formal request to the gods should be a Chinese restaurant. Ha.]
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Tough request, unless Hope decided to set up a restaurant somewhere. But I'll see what I can do.
[He and Rey have their differences -- have had their differences, too -- and she may think otherwise, but Nick is sure he picked the right roommate. Now if only he can convince her of that, he'll be set.]
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You seem plenty resourceful. No doubt you'll figure something out. Anything that's edible will do in the meantime, though. [And not contaminated with human meat. That'd be a plus.
[Also a plus is the fact that Rey is starting to regret this decision less and less. Things may have been pretty rocky from the start, but the waters have since settled. You all right, Nick Valentine. You all right.]