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✘ dead space | vandal

[Voice]

Vandal here.

I've been sifting through the junk pile and I found a few things of interest. A few hard drives, some music and films on them, haven't sorted through or formatted it yet, but if anyone's interested in some entertainment there's that.

Found some stuff I might be able to turn into a human-sized living space. Old mobile home. Kind of shitty, but a nice fat project to work on. But uh.

Can anyone help me haul this thing out? I mean, I got it dislodged, but my RIG only has so much moving power.

Also: Hey Max, you around? When are we going to do that whole drink until we can't stand thing?

[Private to Ratchet]

Ratchet? I have something to ask you.

[Private to Perceptor]

You owe me that story.

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The important thing was the-

The thought. You know?

[She tips her head, not quite following.]

Huh? What- you mean like...

...I was just trying to help. [He sounds apologetic, because he has no idea why she's making such a big deal out of it. She was human and complained about food and he found food and...it just seemed to make sense.]

I mean like..I do have a back seat. It's probably not very comfortable or something.

No, no! I mean it was great! It was great. Best thing I've ever tasted. But you know. Like the most important thing about it, more than getting fed is... like. That you thought of me?

[She smiles.]

Well if you don't mind, it sounds pretty good to me.

Look at you, looking out for me all over the place here! You're a pretty good guy, you know.

[Ah, yes, because the small compliment went over so well, that clearly more compliments will be better.]

...of course I thought of you. [ And he's going to squirm, more or less.]

Any time, Vandal. I'm...not really used to, uh, yeah. If you need me for something, I'll be there.

[Her smile fades, only slightly and she knits her brows.]

I understand.

Not used to this, huh?

[She barks a laugh.]

Neither am I.

[He laughed, softly. ]

No. Not at all. [That obvious, huh?]

That's okay. Kind of in the same boat.

[Wink.]

Guess I just put up a good front. But... I'm gonna take you up on that offer. Maybe tonight.

We can figure it out. If nothing else, we'll understand each other.

[It's something!]

Any time, Vandal.

Yeah. Could never say no to that. Most people spend their whole lives waiting for someone to understand them.

And please. Just Karrie to you.

And sometimes we find that person...too late. [Wing, of course. Who trusted him when he least deserved it, and paid a terrible price.]

All right. Karrie. [He smiles, maybe trying a bit of a wink. It's not a smooth as Wing's of course, but maybe, still, a little cute. ]

Yeah. No kidding.

[She's beginning to think it's a little bit late for herself, too. And in her typical fashion, she's thinking about Drift and Drift is thinking about Wing and if she realized why she might find the nearest tall structure to fling herself from the roof of.]

Pff. You're so cheesy. [But she's smiling and grateful in a weird way, that he is cheesy. What a dork. But yeah, a cute dork.]

...is that good? [Cheese is good, right?]

Yeah. That's good. Means you're cute.

Vandal. I'm...not cute. Really. You don't know what I've done.

You kind of told me... you know. When he had that heart-to-heart where we both kind of spilled about our dirt?

And hmm. Let me see. Yep!

You're still pretty cute.

[He nods. Right. So she knows...some of it.]

[He blinks.] Uh, if you say so?

Damn fucking right I do.

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