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Characters: Signless, Disciple, Dolorosa, Helmsman and Psii [CLOSED]
Date: Any time from Dolorosa's arrival to the present
Format: Whichever!
Content Warnings: None for now
Summary: Life in the holy bros hive

It's not the easiest of arrangements, each of them having different rooms to stay in scattered about, but they've made it work somehow. Helmsman tucked in comfortably in a bed and Di and Signless bedding down on the floor next to him along with frequent visits to Psii to make sure that he's okay. And then Dolorosa arrived and took charge of mothercluckbeasting all of them, and with the amount of time they all spend trying to be close to each other...well. They're going to need to step up their efforts at getting their own place.

But in the meantime they're together, and that makes just about anything bearable.

((ooc: go ahead and post individual threads, just mark the where and when and whether they're open to the whole family or meant for someone in particular!))

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Thythtem will athitht if temporary adminithtratorth give commandth to do tho.

[Helmsman's got your back, even if he can't fathom the concept of freedom yet.]

I do not believe your temporary administrators would really wish to command you to do anything considering who they all are but thank you for the offer.

Now, if you wished to come along yourself for whatever possible reasons if we truly do end up going to accomplish this quest, that would be a different matter.

[Her hand starts to rise up, only to pause.]

May... I make a request?

Thythtem ith not programmed for wish...

[His shoulders tense a little when she raises her hand, but it doesn't look like she'll hurt him.]

Adminthtrator may alwayth give commandth. Enter query.

It is less defined as anything that may fall within the realm of commands, but I believe an inquiry is certainly something it would fit.

I was simple pondering if it would be alright, on occasion, for me to touch you. I would never disrupt any of your... wiring, but simply to fix how your hair is arranged just slightly, or wipe something from your face, to name a few examples.

Doeth uther find Thythtem'th organic maintenanthe unthatithfactory?

[After finally realizing the battleship wouldn't be coming soon, he'd maintained (with the help of psionics) feeding and bathing in the interests of bodily health. He's no use to the Condesce sick. It also meant less touching from his hivemates. God, the touching.

[However, helmsmen are not programmed to care about their appearance. He flips only if he sees a snarl of wires kind of jutting out and being tangled... He doesn't understand what is wrong, and feels he failed somehow. He cringes.]

Thythtem apologitheth for errorth.

Hush, it is no fault on your part. I simply tend to be something of a meddler and rather fussy, or so I have been told and I cannot completely disagree.

[She tries to keep her voice soft, the exact opposite of aggravated.]

I'd let you know if I was going to touch you, so you wouldn't be startled.

[Half of him wants to zoom out of the room, while the other half finds her rather comforting. He can't decide how he feels. He can't decide anything. He can't make decisions about uncomfortable things.]

Thythtem will try to arrange hair to uther'th thatithfaction.

[He tries to fix his hair with psionics, but only succeeds in making it worse.]

Oh no, no no no, you do not need to worry of it, it really isn't...

[She wavers, wanting to come closer and comfort him like she used to but knowing that it might make things worse.]

Please pay this conversation no more mind if physical contact is still such a difficult topic for you to deal with, I apologize for bringing it up.

Uther doeth not need to apologithe to helmthmen.

He keeps trying, but psionics and hair don't generally get along.]

Dear...

[She fusses in place for a moment before pulling a comb from her sylladex.]

Why don't you use this small hair tending device instead?

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[WHAT IS THAT IS IT A WEAPON... or worse, some denterrorist tool? He's afraid to ask, but he must.]

Pleathe input inthtructionth on how to uthe devithe.

[Welp, never a conversation she thought she'd ask.]

You brush it through your hair, sometimes after you have run it under water so that your hair does not stick up. It is just like this.

[She demonstrates on her own hair, even though it doesn't really need brushing.]

[Trolls are so strange, why do they want him to be like a troll diogsaosoaj... He realizes his face is making a dubious expression, and quickly wipes it blank. Must be polite.]

Permithion to attempt interfathe with devithe?