Hot hackers, they're just like you but they're hot!

[fetidmustard]

[What's more annoying than a back seat driver? A back seat coder.

Sollux presses a finger to the screen, leaving a residual fingerprint. On purpose.]

Bracket.

[He'd noticed it five lines ago but for about two seconds he thought she could have the benefit of the doubt. Roxy isn't as terrible at this as most people, not as good as Sollux of course but that's because Sollux is the only one who can program his way out of a paper bag in the universe. According to him. But Roxy could program her way out of a soggy one, so she's close.]

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[fetidmustard]

[No, ears are better. That was a stupid comparison. Fuck, she must think he's stupid now and with heat creeping from his cheeks into his ears he has no way of proving to her that's crap. It might not be crap. He laughs a little, fuck if he knows whether it's at her touches or her words, one thing it isn't is at her.]

Oh yeah sure because I have to worry about losing a game like that. A game that wigglers can dissect and understand totally before they're close to pupation. [He clears his throat which seems to have filled with something that sure as hell wasn't there before.] It would be more efficient.

[bffsiez]

[She pauses for a moment, hands on his ear and his horns, and thinks about why he told her to skip on the game. Does he want to just get naked as it is?? Maybe he thinks it's a human way of bonding but Roxy wants more substance than a few coding dates and noogies.

Aight, time to get real in this business..] Listen, Sollux, I think you're hot. Not in the sense that you've got a fever, but in the sense that I'd like to take you on dates and shove my tongue in your mouth. But I've done this whole pining hopelessly for years thing a few times before, and I'm sick of beating about the bush by now so just let me know if you're not interested. Okay?

[fetidmustard]

[He'd thought he was blushing before. He'd thought he was blushing as hard as he could possibly blush. He feels like seven kinds of moron.

The pen still in his hand taps against the paper in a nervous gesture.]

No. [Pause, recalculates.] Wait-

Shit. Yes.

[Okay, mustard draining, he's not sure why she could find him attractive but he's always known humans were weird. He's got some composure to call his own again.]

I'm interested. You're hot and pretty smart [he leaves off "for a human". He'd be talking crap but just now he's not sure she'd realise that], what kind of dates are we talking? [He'd get clarification on the tongue in mouth too but he's pretty sure there's only one type of that.]

[bffsiez]

[Whoa, rollercoaster of reactions. No, wait, shit, yes. Finally she grins really widely. He called her hot. And pretty smart. Probably 'for a human', by his standards, but she'll take a guy who can appreciate her brain and her bod any day.]

Hrm, I don't know I've never been on one. What kind would you like?

[fetidmustard]

[His shoulders jerk, he thought she was hot before, grinning like that she knocks it out of the water and it's destroying the scrap of coordination he has left.]

No, shit, I mean, [god damn it, talking to humans: way harder than talking to girls,] black or red or... [he trails off, cursing himself, last thing he wants is for her to turn around and say "oh yeah I really want to pap your face not stick my tongue in it".]