[OPEN] Ha? You think I'll apologize?

[psychokinesia]

Who: Add & you!
What: Arrivals, breaking and entering & other fun activities! I'm kinda using this as a catch-all so feel free to hit me up at BlueFlewFedUQueen or Discord/PM if you have a different idea for a thread! Prompts are in the comments.
Where: Mainly around the Mortis Lake area and the Merlaut Apartments
When: time is fake
Content Warnings: Add being an asshole to robots and trying to punch people but that's about it rn

Comments

[bachagain]

[ oh no, it's a weirdo. what happens when two weirdos collide? does a big black hole just appear in the middle of the void, sucking everyone into it?

leo's deep into a notebook, squiggling... something. so, much like add, he doesn't really take much note of his surroundings. unfortunately for both of them, that means that... one tiny screw being out of place will... inevitably happen, given leo's walking right into the counter and, you know, slightly moving the lighter contents on the surface from that moment of contact.

ah. at least that's enough to snap him out of his distraction, ]

Ouch! Whoops, guess I'm not used to the layout here... Can't walk around blind--

[ wait. he's blinking at the counter, noting that... all the stuff here is definitely new. he didn't just happen to ignore all this before, right? it's entirely possible. ]

Huh? What's going on here?

[psychokinesia]

[For that brief, cursed moment, Add is completely absorbed in unscrewing a new piece from the frame. So absorbed that he doesn't even notice someone else approaching until the counter lightly jostles.

Like a butterfly flapping its wings, the results are catastrophic—all of his neat and tidy piles, all his hard work to keep things organized so he won't struggle to put it all back together... everything is ever so slightly shifted out of position. Maybe one or two screws roll onto the floor. The state of the counter may seem exactly the same, but the precise order of it all has definitely been ruined beyond all repair.

Add chokes out a strangled gasp, dropping his screwdriver.]

What the hell are you doing?! These are delicate components, don't just run into things like a fucking idiot! I swear, if even one piece goes missing—

[Leo is welcome to use his imagination for the rest of that one, since Add is now busy cursing under his breath and trying to re-sort his mildly jostled piles.]

[bachagain]

[ oh my god. someone with a better sense of survival and more than one (1) brain cell would perhaps find add's tirade concerning, but. but leo is not that.

you see, to him, it's just funny. add's very passionate? it's obviously a good thing. and it was kind of his fault there, so leo can't be entirely mad... though it's not like he's going to stand there and get called a bunch of shitty things either, god.

mmm, there's a screw on the floor? leo goes to pick that up as add raises his goddamn blood pressure. ]

Ahhh, shhhh, relax! Your hair's gonna get even whiter from stress if you keep on going, y'know! [ what ] I get how it is when someone messes with your work, so I can't be all hypocritical and be upset about it... But I'm not gonna sit here and get insulted either!

[ binch ]

Here's a screw! Where do you want it?

[ can't believe this is where leo tsukinaga is gonna die ]

[psychokinesia]

[Add is trying to ignore Leo. Clearly nothing good could come from this buffoon, so his best bet is to just sort this out himself and hope the cause of the problem will go away. He can't be dealing with all these constant distractions if he wants to get anything done.

But no, Leo is still here, and now he's got his dirty fingers all over one of the missing screws. Add scowls at him.]

With the rest of the screws, obviously. Where do you think it goes? [there are several piles of screws of varying sizes and shapes, but since Add knows the difference he sees no reason to explain further. this much should be common knowledge!!]

If you're going to keep being a pain in my ass, at least do it quickly. Where's the other one?

[bachagain]

[ oh




he's used to grumps, it's fine. what he's not used to is... all this... stuff. leo's looking at the piles of screws, squinting at the piles, then the screw in his hand. piles, screw in his hand. it takes him a whole 2 seconds (add said QUICKLY) to be Done With This Shit, and he just puts the screw in between two piles that look Sufficiently Similar Enough to whatever he has right now.

wonderful. next question, ]

Um... Shouldn't it be somewhere in your ten million piles? I didn't see it on the floor!

[ ah, cursed ]

How the heck do you know one's missing? D'you even have enough holes for all these screws?!

[ AH, CURSED ]

[psychokinesia]

[Not even looking up from his own little pile of mildly unsorted parts, Add simply places a hand next to where Leo (incorrectly) put the screw and slides it roughly over to the rest of its kin. He might be hissing through his teeth a bit. Honestly, the only reason he hasn't clocked Leo across the room is because it would only cause further chaos to his workspace...

No, it's not worth it. Keep it cool, Add. You can do this.]

Do you not know how to count? Of course I know how many I took out. There were eight here before and now there's only seven! Ugh, just stay where you are and don't touch anything, I'll get it myself...

[and... he gets off his chair so he can duck down and search the floor. If it's not over there it probably fell under his side of the counter, right? Surely he can leave his eyes off this idiot for just a few seconds...]

[bachagain]

[ rude

he does know how to count. does he know how to remember what he counted? no. especially not when there's like fifty million piles everywhere with differing numbers of items in them, so he'd rather just ignore the specifics that don't really matter??

just like he'll ignore orders, because he absolutely is petty pushing the screw he put in between the two piles back and forth on the counter. fuck the police. mostly because he's bored, as he's inspecting piles which... he at least won't try to disturb further, ok. ]

That sounds like you're saying you remember eveeery number of the things in here!

[ he does. sound kind of impressed at that. ]

Pooo~op quiz, even though I hate 'em! [ wow ] How many's in the pile to the right of the twisty, flat screws?

[ horrible. ]

[psychokinesia]

The screws are sorted by length, width and head type, dumbass, "twisty and flat" describes nearly all of them. Is it your right or my right? If you're going to pester me with annoying questions, you could at least make it something intelligible.

[But the joke is on you, Leo, because he does remember the exact number of each and every part on that table. He's got a literal photographic memory—having a cyborg brain implant is pretty handy like that.

Meanwhile, he finally found the missing screw. It rolled all the way back to the corner of the desk... well, at least he can finally get back to work now. He picks up the tiny screw with care, gently blowing the dust (...is there dust??) off of it before standing back up

... while under the desk...

He bangs his head on the bottom of it, hissing out a tragic FUCK as the entire counter of parts gets jostled again. Another couple of screws roll off the counter, probably. He's gonna fucking lose it down here.]

[bachagain]

[ he was like, gonna open his mouth to respond to that but--



there's the mini earthquake. leo jumps a little and in a strange twist of fate, manages to lay his hand flat over the one screw he's messing with.... it's saved.

half of them, however, are not. ]

Woah! [ !!! leo's squinting at the floor now-- ] Even if you didn't knock the numbers out of you with that, there's no way you can answer the question now, wahaha! Byebye, whatever length, width, height and head-shoulders-knees-and-toes type those ones were!

[ and then leo knocks on the counter a little, as if he's knocking on the a door to a room he's heard a particularly loud sound from. ]

You okay? That sounded like it hurt!