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The three of you enter the elevator. You try your best to ignore the awkward tension between the two machines. Emily looks at your bruised arms (which are quickly healing) and sighs. "Well, at least the coat's helping. Just get some rest and you'll be fine, sir."
"need to check on fortune." You mutter. The two androids don't even know how to react to you checking on an anomaly in your condition. "weird shit going on there need to figure out stuff."
[BOUND BY DUTY] It's one of the safer anomalies. In and out. We don't need to burden anyone else with it.
[DYING LIGHT] Every inch of us <span class="mu-r">hurts.</span> The shift's over, let's just sleep.
"S-sir, uh, you sure about that?" Presley pats you gently on the back. "I banged you up pretty good." Emily quickly pulls you closer to her while giving you an overbearingly protective look.
"Admin. You have authority to do that and we can't stop you. But I highly, <span class="mu-i">highly</span> suggest you don't work yourself to the bone and get some sleep. Okay? It is the best medicine."
"i gotta know what's going on just give me the book and it'll be fine." Yeah, your exhaustion's kicking in pretty hard. It doesn't help that there's a worming impulse in your mind. <span class="mu-i">Just go to bed, young man.</span> You let out a yawn.
"Look. We can check on it for you, do whatever you wanted." Presley gives a thumbs up. "No skin off your back. Consider it payment for what happened, okay?" You try to process whether you want to agree or not but before you can voice your opinion, you're in front of your office.
You fiddle to get the authorization card that allows you to open it. The two quickly lead you inside. Presley takes a keen interest in your office. Probably because he hasn't seen it in his whole time in here. "And I thought the dorms were bad."
Emily looks at the bed you have. She lets out a quiet "wooh!". "Good thing you have a bed, sir! I'm sure you can lay down yourself but, please, take care of yourself!" Presley places the bolt action pistol on your desk. "Yeah. It was a good fight. No hard feelings."
[DYING LIGHT] He's more confident but with you almost knocking him out in one turn? Should keep him grounded enough for now.
You mutter out a thanks to them for helping to escort you over here. The two quickly leave once they see you're not going to fall apart into a puddle of loose tar and coffee grounds. Before your body finally gives in to the coat's impulses, you grab a loose sheet of paper and mark down something...
Do you accept Emily and Presley's offer to check up on Fortune in your steed?
>Yes. And have them experiment on it with GWIT (There was probably enough tar spilled at the training room to do that one ritual.)
>Yes. Just have them do a routine checkup.
>No. You'll deal with it later.
>Write in.
You mutter something to a still asleep S-4M before falling onto your bed. You don't even process your mind switching off, it all just goes to black...the coat feels really nice around your aching, sore body.
