gunsandgusto:

gunsandgusto-archive-blog:

[01:23] AR: I’m having difficulty articulating. I’m sorry. I can’t put together a coherent sentence.
[01:23] GT: … Do you need me to come over?
[01:24] AR: No, you were on your way to bed.
[01:24] GT: I dont care.
[01:24] GT: If you need me to i can be there in the quickest of jiffies.
[01:25] AR: I don’t… want to… trouble you.
[01:26] GT: Arley.
[01:26] GT: Its not a trouble. Not at all.
[01:26] GT: Do you want me to come over? Yes or no.
[01:27] AR: Yes.
[01:28] GT: Ill be right there then. Do me a favor and move brobot off the transportalizer all right? I dont want to crush him.
[01:29] AR: I can do that.
[01:29] GT: Thank you.
[01:29] GT: Give me five minutes.
[01:29] AR: Of course.
[01:29] GT: See you in a tick arley.

— geryonsTrebuchet [GT] ceased pestering analyticalRhetoric [AR] at 01:29 —

> Quickly dress yourself and rouse Vriska long enough to tell her where you’re going and kiss her goodbye. Scrawl a note for her just in case she forgets and leave it on the kitchen table.

> Step onto the transportalizer and zap away.

If he understood the concept, Arley would rue the day he ever started picking up on human nervous habits. Like pacing. And wringing his hands. The motion made him forget the pressure-pain in his chest, as did the sound from the transportalizer. Which did little more than make him turn towards it and freeze, looking at Jake with one of those ‘I am so very sorry’ looks and fidgeting where he stood, waiting for him to come closer.

“Jake.” Greeting file not found. Very good Arley, this was Jake.