Play with me

[simpleruser]

1. go here
2. pick a character
3. reply with character request in the subject line, build up a scene of your preference (tl;dr, au, canon, crack, short, I don't even mind)
4. I will bang it like a heavy metal band

(shamelessly ganked from the lovely sugartits)

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[dires]

[Komaeda tilts his head. Maybe this guy can fix it without the wrench? Overcome the obstacle to reach new heights.]

Do you make robots a lot?

[moscas]

It's my job, [he says, and pings his fingernail against the metal framework] I'm the Millefiore's engineer.

[dires]

[He pauses to regroup, takes a stab,] That sounds like a military group? [It's not technically a question but... it's totally a question, scum like him can't presume.]

[moscas]

It's a sub-section of the Italian mafia, so I guess it's kind of like a military group. [which leads him back to the point he had been trying to make before:]

You shouldn't be down here.

[dires]

[That's shocking! And Komaeda is so shocked! How the hell did he just wander in here without getting caught by the guards? He sighs and relaxes, half smile back on his face.]

I suppose I'm a bother wandering around down here, aren't I?

[moscas]

Yes. [& that's komaeda's cue to leave. but spanner has a sneaky feeling it's not gonna be that easy]

[dires]

[He clutches at his shoulders, he's such a burden, whatever will he do,] What if someone like me gets more lost trying to find the exit? Stumbling through the hallways inconveniencing even those people who I smile at... [He doesn't want to go, the base is nicely heated, outside is not.]

[moscas]

I'll take you back. Or I could call somebody down here to come and forcibly eject you.

[he should have raised the intruder alert a long time ago, really]

[dires]

[Aw c'mon, he's barely intruding, he's like, gently probing, that's it! He laughs nervously,] Do whatever you think is best for a piece of garbage. [He takes the wrench out of his pocket and puts it on the bench.]

[moscas]

[hey!]

Hey. That's my wrench. [he picks it up, turns it over in his fingers]

Did you find this?

[dires]

Ha ha... I suppose I did. [He found it when he picked it up and carried it off at least.]

[moscas]

Oh.

Wow, thanks. I really needed this. [you're alright tiny byakuran dude]

[dires]

Don't you think that relying on tools makes you worse? [Not looking at the dude. Just talking, chilling, not meaning anything by it at all.]

[moscas]

[spanner turns back to his metal exo-skeleton, slots the wrench around a bolt and starts to tighten it up]

Well, I kinda need the tools. I can't do much with metal with my bare hands.

[believe him he has tried]

[dires]

[What a disappointment. Has he even tried?] But you've come so far and you're just stopped cold by lack of a piece of metal...

[moscas]

[he's tried so hard]

Well, I was stopped for now. I would have gone out and got a new wrench if I hadn't been able to find the old one.

[probably. or he would have started over.]

[dires]

[There, there.]

Such a waste... [He perks up,] but don't let me discourage you! I'm sure you're perfectly adequate at what it is you do.

[moscas]

I wasn't discouraged. I know I'm good at what I do.

[he squints over his shoulder, suddenly suspicious again]

[dires]

[Suspicious of someone with a smile this bland? Whatever for?]

Is that so...

[He pops himself up onto the desk and dangles his feet. His smile fades and he points at Spanner with one finger not even fully straightened.]

What proof do you have?

[moscas]

Well, I have a high-paying job and I'm top of my class. So that pretty much cements the fact for me.

[this kid is talking like...] Do you know somebody who is good with tools? [he'll challenge them to a contest and he'll win, you tiny byakuran punk]

[dires]

[Yeah, look at this unimpressed face. His unimpressed face gives an unimpressed chuckle.] I don't know that I could claim to know him but he is a mechanic of astonishing skill.

[He looks contemplatively at the half finished robot.] He would manage without a wrench. [He has faith and hope in everyone with Super Highschool Level talents, doesn't know shit about mechanics but he believes Souda could do it.]

[moscas]

Who would. [u wanna go m8]

[dires]

[Bring it, bru.]

He is sometimes called super highschool level mechanic.

[moscas]

[spanner snickers, shoulders hunching when he grins]

A high schooler? [what weak trash talk dude] I graduated from university a couple of years ago. I don't think you're friend is in the same league.

[dires]

[He waves his hands,] ah, you misunderstand! [Some genius he can be if he doesn't get this, what a pity,] he's already beyond anyone in university... [a pause to consider,] maybe he should sit them to give them hope of what they might achieve.