(no subject)

[mendanddefend_archive]

The wedding is less than a second away, and Bob's been informed that he's expected to write his own vows. He promised Dot that he'd have them written by the end of the week.

Now, two cycles later, he's still got nothing.

Bob gets up from his seat and paces to the far corner of the room and back again. He stares down at the .txt file on the table, willing the speech to write itself. Alas, it's just as unobliging as it was the first fifteen times he tried the same thing.

This is crazy. I'm not even the one doing the planning but the wedding is still driving me nuts. Why does this have to be so complicated?? We should just go to the P.O. together and tell Phong that--

His head snaps up. For a long moment, he stares off into space.

Then he bolts for the door and out of the house.

Comments

[notascreensaver]

With Matrix off on Game duty, this leaves AndrAIa with some rare time to herself in their shared apartment. The Game sprite is currently curled comfortably on the couch, flipping though a catalog of bike parts.

Becoming more and more engrossed in the material, she finds herself relaxing. A contented sigh slips out from the Game sprite, things are quiet, calm and at the moment, stress-free.

[mendanddefend_archive]

Alas, the stress-free atmosphere is about to go away, as indicated by a very insistent knocking on the door.

"AndrAIa? I know you're in here. We need to talk."

[notascreensaver]

Well, there goes the calm, right out the window. AndrAIa looks away from her reading material and at the door with a quirked brow.

"User, Bob, the door's open."

[mendanddefend_archive]

Hey, just because he's pissed doesn't mean he can't be polite.

"We need to talk," Bob repeats once he's on the other side of the door. "Now."

[notascreensaver]

The other eyebrow joins the other further up on her forehead.

"You're here, we're talking, what's got you in a mood tonight?"

[mendanddefend_archive]

"You. Matrix. System Echelon. COMMAND.COM Michaela Overrun."

[notascreensaver]

The change in the Game sprite is drastic. AndrAIa pales rapidly, staring at Bob with wide yes.

"What?"

[mendanddefend_archive]

"I have access to Glitch's memories now, remember?" Bob's expression isn't angry so much as urgent. "Andi, why didn't you tell anyone?"

[notascreensaver]

AndrAIa frowns, sighing and pushing back the tendril-y locks of hair framing her face.

"Things were crazy when we got back. Megabyte, Daemon, and then you and Dot got engaged, and with the alpha on the way...I didn't want to take away your guy's moment."

[mendanddefend_archive]

"That's ridicu--"

[notascreensaver]

"Bob, please!" AndrAIa interjects, a desperate tone to her voice. "We're going to tell everyone...just...not right now, okay?

She looks at him pleadingly.

"Please?"

[mendanddefend_archive]

Bob gives the Game-sprite a long, hard look.

.

.

.

"All right."

[notascreensaver]

AndrAIa sags visibly and...uh, Bob? That's a very relieved Game sprite you have hugging you.

"Thank you."

[mendanddefend_archive]

Bob starts in surprise, then hugs back. "You're welcome, Andi. Just don't keep it to yourselves for too long, okay? Otherwise Dot's gonna pitch a fit."

[notascreensaver]

AndrAIa chuckles a bit into his armor.

"She's going to do so no matter what."

[mendanddefend_archive]

"...well, yeah."

[notascreensaver]

"We'll tell everyone once things have settled down, okay?"

AndrAIa squeezes the Guardian once more before releasing him.

"Thanks for talking to me first."

[mendanddefend_archive]

"You're welcome."

A beat.

"And... since I'm doing you a favor... I don't suppose you could help me figure out what I'm gonna say at the wedding?"

[notascreensaver]

She smiles.

"Sure, Bob, why don't I get us something to eat from the kitchen and we'll see what we can do."

car racing sport 639

[(Anonymous)]

145413