[CLOSED]

[musclebeast]

Date & Time: After this conversation.
Location: Equius's workshop
Characters: Equius Zahhak and Sollux Captor
Summary: SOS
Warnings: Cursing on Sollux's part, otherwise general arguing back and forth.

[...This is the perfect time for him NOT to get mad at Sollux ignoring all the locks on his door, because well... he can't really, get to them, to unlock them right now. The workshop is as dark and cluttered as ever. Still smells intensely like sweat and various motor oils and rust and metal, what have you. Equius's voice is coming from... in the back. Further investigation shows that his robotic hand is just not, letting go of what appear to be a part of a huge machine within the workshop. Equius- in all his wonder- managed to yank the blasted thing from it's base fixed to the floor and drag it a few feet before he got too angry to continue. And then well, had a fit and contacted Sollux.]

[He's not looking the best right now. As in, really pissed, sweating up a storm. He hasn't even tried to reprogram his hand yet, knows he'd just ruin the poor thing.]

Something a little mare expeditious, Captor.....

Comments

[biwinning]

[Equius finally speaks up when Sollux finishes his soda can, and by that point, Sollux is also done adding what he wanted to. He types a few words more before pressing the enter button with a sense of finality. ]

I'm making you owe me.

[ The screen flickers to another page, one without so much code, and a load bar. ]

It's updating. Don't move your hand until I say so.

[ Quickly, the load bar fills up. It completes, and all that's left to do is replace the red wire that was earlier snipped. ]

Okay. Replace your wire.

[ Because Sollux plans on sticking around to watch the result of his literal handiwork. He wasn't sure at what level of sensitivity his new added feature would need to be at to work... so he pushed it up to 11. Y'know. Just to be on the safe side. And maybe for the hilarity bonus. ]

[musclebeast]

I would assume that, yes. [A growl, knowing better than to think he wouldn't owe the other troll after this. He is his kismesis after all. Helping definitely comes at a price. It would be the same either way.]

[He watches the bar with rising anticipation before finally it's full. It took no time at all, but felt so much longer to him. Finally Equius it pulling his hand over to him, still set on the workbench top and begins to carefully do as Sollux said. But not because he said so, of course. He was to do this anyway. and it doesn't take much time either before he's welding the small end into place and shutting the hatch, screwing it tight.]

[Moments later he's feeling control come back, and that numbing feeling at his wrist dissipates. But that's-

not really where his focus is right now.]

[It's on how cold that surface top is, how smooth it feels. He just grows quiet, staring down at his mechnaical hand with his teeth clenched and nostrils flared.] What did- ha...

[biwinning]

[Sollux grins at Equius' failed attempt at speech. Yeah, that's kind of what he was hoping to achieve. He reaches a hand over and runs his fingertips over the palm of Equius' hand, and then spreads them out to meet the other's fingertips too.]

I wath meaning to do thith for a while.

[musclebeast]

[A growl, feeling a shiver run through him from that touch of Sollux's hand. His nostrils flare and he pulls his hand away from him, looking down to it and moving his fingers lightly, one by one.]

I don't have the time for this nonsense, I have much to do.

Fix it- again. Make it not as- [A swallow, grinding his teeth. He really doesn't have time for this-]

[biwinning]

Not ath what?

[Unfortunate for you Equius, Sollux has all the time in the world for this. And he intends to waste his time just like this, messing with you. Feel honored. Or annoyed.]

You should be grateful. I've given you a gift.

[musclebeast]

Not as-

Sensitive. [The word pours from his mouth in an almost yearning manner and he tries his best to just not... touch anything with that hand, the fingers curled in, held near his chest.]

I appreciate your expertise, Sollux, I do, but ho-neigh-stly I canter function under these colt- conditions. [UGH. ugh ughghuhuhghughu] Look, just turn it down a notch.

[biwinning]

[As much as he's getting a kick out of this... Sollux frowns as Equius insists he change it. He knows he'll have to eventually, but not so fast, alright? Let him revel in his work.

Sollux reaches over to Equius, and pulls at his wrist, trying to pry it away from Equius' chest.]

Give me your hand again.

[musclebeast]

[There's this ridiculous almost 'ngh' sound from him when Sollux pulls at his hand. He doesn't want to fight back right now because what if he, accidentally does to Sollux what he did to that machine earlier? So his hand is pried away but definitely still balled up in a fist. Every little movement though feels intense and earth sundering.]

Oh my God would you just stop?

[biwinning]

[That's almost a pitiful thought there, caring, compassionate. Might want to keep those kind of thoughts in check, mate.

Sollux snorts loudly in displeasure, as Equius refuses to uncurl his fist.]

Oh my God, would you just let me fix it, or do you want to feel like your hand is a dick forever?

[musclebeast]

[Intense stare.]

[Combative stare.]

[...Okay, unclenches his fist slowly....]

[biwinning]

[And Sollux is true to his word, attaching the pieces that were originally wired in, and goes back to the computer, to change the code. But as he's searching for the right bit, his psionics are lightly stroking Equius palm. Because he can.]