[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




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!