Aoba Seragaki ([personal profile] scrappyblue) wrote in [community profile] orendalogs 2018-11-22 04:42 am (UTC)

“Guns, no,” Desire admitted. Aoba was either a terrible liar, or he just wasn’t one, so he stuck with the truth. “Street fights, yes. Killed some people, yes.”

Predictably, Reason lost it. What are you talking about, that’s a lie! and other things on those lines, though he could tell as much as Desire already knew: it wasn’t a lie. He didn’t know what the actual truth was, but it was there, simmering, the same as the agitation that had risen up in Desire with the watching of the violent Sparrow-racing. Something that wanted to chase that adrenaline edge of near-death, and had, somewhere where Aoba couldn’t fully remember.

Desire shoved him back anyway, for the first time actively maintaining his grip on the forefront of their consciousness. He put a hand down on Ren too, silencing another protest from the Allmate’s end by forcing him into sleep mode. To his other self, he said, I’m not explaining it to you right now. But that fancy little trick you do on the phone taking orders for the junk shop? You can do a lot more than that.

“I want to go looking,” he said aloud to Mac. “Feel free to say ‘no’. It’ll let me test out the other thing I can do.”

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