They still remember Halloween and Christmas, [Zetta points out.] But haven't really heard people talking about holidays much outside of that.
I hope it's still celebrated, [Riley says wistfully.] I'd think people would need it now more than ever. You know, a day to spend with the people you love...
Don't let him give you the wrong idea, [Zetta drawls to Deacon.] Valentine's Day was as horrifically commercialized as Christmas.
People still remember Valentine's Day. Nick Valentine's heart signs would be pretty weird otherwise. Without that context it'd just look like he's saying "robot dick by day, red hot lover by night."
Which, you know, could be true. But probably not the kind of advertisement for his business that he wants.
Please. How could anyone think he could possibly have a dick? Which is ironic, given the whole detective thing, but seriously. He's, what, a weird Gen 2? Those totally don't have dicks.
[There's something Zetta could say here about blowjobs, but she can't fucking resist. So, first:] I certainly could have one, [she raises her eyebrows,] now that we've got the toybox.
[Okay. So, the other comment -- ] But I suppose he could give a mean blowjob. But that's about the only option he has, unless he also has a toybox.
[He takes Ferran's hand and starts sucking on his middle finger in prelude, keeping eye contact with Zetta while doing it while also trying to stay aware of how Riley might be reacting to all this.]
[Zetta's gaze sharpens to something predatory as she struggles to keep from abruptly pouncing on him. Fuck he always looks so fucking good when he does this shit --
Meanwhile, Riley blushes hard. The old discomfort rises up again, as he isn't sure what he should do. This isn't meant for him -- Not that he expects to be actively excluded, but... This is clearly for Ferran and for Zetta. He just happens to be here for it. He starts to wonder how he can excuse himself to give them their space, their time together, without upsetting any of them.]
Riley looks embarrassed again. This time, he ends up saying something about it. Namely,] I can go keep watch by the door. You know, in case one of the settlers comes to check in.
[Ferran turns his focus from Deacon to Riley. He doesn't want Riley to go. But he doesn't want to make him stay if he's uncomfortable. And if he's uncomfortable watching Deacon blow him, then the only solution is to have Deacon not blow him.
He sighs. This would be ever so much easier if Riley and Deacon couldn't keep their hands off each other as much as Ferran can't keep his hands off of both of them.]
Don't be an idiot. You'll freeze your arse off for no good cause.
I'd be alright. I want you guys to be able to be together without having to worry about me all the time.
[Zetta levels him with one of her looks, the kind that tips him off that she knows what he's thinking before she verbalizes it.] You think you're intruding. Again.
[Riley half-grins, sheepish now.] Aren't I, though?
No, I know. And it's not -- It's not like that, just... [Riley scrubs a hand through his hair.] We still need more time. We're still getting to know each other. And I don't want to put strain on things in the meantime -- Things are going to be awkward, I mean, but -- I guess it'd be better to say I know we're not ready, if that's even something we ever decide to do. So I don't want to push any boundaries.
And either way -- I meant what I said. I want everyone to be able to be together without worrying about... anything. So if it means waiting in the other room or whatever, I don't mind. I really don't.
I'd consider it if I thought that you'd take a turn being selfish later, so it'd all balance out. But I'm pretty sure you don't know how to do selfish, so I've gotta turn the offer down.
[Deacon doesn't like the idea of pushing Riley aside to steal time with Zetta and Ferran--even with permission--and not being able to return the favor.]
[He does have a point in that Riley wouldn't want to ask him to step out. If he could make it convincing, Riley would try to lie and say that he will do it in the future, but... He knows better. None of them would believe it.]
Riley. [Zetta is using one of her tones he's only ever really heard her use on him, her "I'm prepared to make an executive decision" voice. It's also the tone she uses to cut through his thoughts when they're spinning, which is definitely what's happening here.] If you stayed and participated, would you be uncomfortable?
[... oh. Well, then. Speaking of them knowing better, huh? Riley rubs the back of his neck.] I... I don't know. I mean -- I don't... I don't want to make it sound like --
You can go if you're uncomfortable. But if you're not, you should stay. Alright?
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I hope it's still celebrated, [Riley says wistfully.] I'd think people would need it now more than ever. You know, a day to spend with the people you love...
Don't let him give you the wrong idea, [Zetta drawls to Deacon.] Valentine's Day was as horrifically commercialized as Christmas.
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Which, you know, could be true. But probably not the kind of advertisement for his business that he wants.
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Please. How could anyone think he could possibly have a dick? Which is ironic, given the whole detective thing, but seriously. He's, what, a weird Gen 2? Those totally don't have dicks.
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[Okay. So, the other comment -- ] But I suppose he could give a mean blowjob. But that's about the only option he has, unless he also has a toybox.
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Oh yeah. That sexy synth detective. Mmm-mmm.
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Jesus fucking christ. If you came in his mouth, it'd be such a goddamn mess. Because of the fucking... hole in the side of his face.
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[Deacon says brightly. Ferran rolls up against Deacon and nips at his ear.]
I do hope all this talk of Valentine blowjobs means you're planning to suck me off tonight.
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Seconded. It's been a while since you have.
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[He takes Ferran's hand and starts sucking on his middle finger in prelude, keeping eye contact with Zetta while doing it while also trying to stay aware of how Riley might be reacting to all this.]
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Meanwhile, Riley blushes hard. The old discomfort rises up again, as he isn't sure what he should do. This isn't meant for him -- Not that he expects to be actively excluded, but... This is clearly for Ferran and for Zetta. He just happens to be here for it. He starts to wonder how he can excuse himself to give them their space, their time together, without upsetting any of them.]
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I've been thinking it's maybe time to change the Railroad call sign. What do you guys think?
[Intentionally being a brat and derailing the mood with work talk, just because he loves to rile them up.]
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I think you should shut the hell up and stay on topic.
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Okay, okay.
We were talking about synth genitalia, right? Do you think the Institute builds them with cut or uncut dicks? The ones that have dicks, that is.
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But then she answers:] Uncut, or else they'd have to modify the genetics solely to change their dicks.
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[Or an answer to come so promptly and decisive.]
This is all well and good, but can we get back to the important matter of blowing me?
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Riley looks embarrassed again. This time, he ends up saying something about it. Namely,] I can go keep watch by the door. You know, in case one of the settlers comes to check in.
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He sighs. This would be ever so much easier if Riley and Deacon couldn't keep their hands off each other as much as Ferran can't keep his hands off of both of them.]
Don't be an idiot. You'll freeze your arse off for no good cause.
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[Zetta levels him with one of her looks, the kind that tips him off that she knows what he's thinking before she verbalizes it.] You think you're intruding. Again.
[Riley half-grins, sheepish now.] Aren't I, though?
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And either way -- I meant what I said. I want everyone to be able to be together without worrying about... anything. So if it means waiting in the other room or whatever, I don't mind. I really don't.
oh noes! thy power is waning!
[Deacon doesn't like the idea of pushing Riley aside to steal time with Zetta and Ferran--even with permission--and not being able to return the favor.]
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Riley. [Zetta is using one of her tones he's only ever really heard her use on him, her "I'm prepared to make an executive decision" voice. It's also the tone she uses to cut through his thoughts when they're spinning, which is definitely what's happening here.] If you stayed and participated, would you be uncomfortable?
[... oh. Well, then. Speaking of them knowing better, huh? Riley rubs the back of his neck.] I... I don't know. I mean -- I don't... I don't want to make it sound like --
You can go if you're uncomfortable. But if you're not, you should stay. Alright?
[Dammit.]
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