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[Kimblee has just kind of accepted this sort of thing, regarding those odd weekends where, for some completely arbitrary reason, everything is beautiful and nothing hurts (assuming that no one happens to get in the way of the explosions he's usually laying down); however, this time around he hasn't seen Archer all weekend, he's been unbelievably agitated for some reason he can't work out, and about the only saving grace is that he seems to have awakened in the Lake of Rage area today.

He can't say he minds.

He's got his gloves off today, if anyone is in the immediate area through either intent or chance; surprisingly, he isn't transmuting...obviously, though what he's doing makes it rather clear that something's going on before too long - he's never been any sort of particular genius when it comes to chemistry, but he knows certain things when he sees them, and he's currently picking up rocks along the shore, appearing to assess them as he holds them before a flash of blue fires off and he throws the result into the water.

It's surprisingly easy to get a good transference going, to get sodium out of the rocks by the waterfront; of course, sodium in water is known to make one hell of a bang. Admittedly, it's not a very aesthetically pleasing bang, but he's working on it, okay.

Of course, there are some other signs in the area that his activities haven't been quite so docile (if blowing up the surface of a lake filled with terrifying sea serpents can be considered docile); there are some rather impressive swaths cut into the ground by what look like something ripping it all up from within. However, for the time being he seems pretty content to be bored, seeming to have calmed down from the earlier...fit that caused all that; he'll be having at the whole sodium thing for a while tonight.

Granted, for those not in the area, he'll be showing up over the device later - not via video, but via text, as per usual.]

I trust you've all been enjoying playing with your toys. Some of my most prized ones weren't returned to me this time around; I'm assuming this means they're still in the region somewhere.

I imagine I'll find them eventually.

However, for the time being I find that I really can't complain; the most relevant part of what I can do is functional again, and if I had to select between having my abilities with no enhancements and no abilities at all, choosing the latter to spite the former would be tantamount to solving the problem of a low doorway by cutting off my head.

Indulge me in my curiosity, however: were things like this weekend to be something controllable, something you could do at will, what would you bring here and what sort of abilities would you retain from you world - given power like this on a regular basis, what would you do with it?

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[glaciates]

[MAKLENRLKSEFS

YOU DON'T MIND IF HE JUST

BURIES HIS FACE IN YOUR SHOULDER, RIGHT]

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[He laughs a bit, though the sound is gentle, and he strokes Isaac's hair once he realizes what's going on.]

Oh, come now. There's no need to be so embarrassed.

[glaciates]

I--!

[...am not managing words right now, thanks. Just let him hug on you tighter, alright.]

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[As amusing as this is, he's aware that a lack of words and a tightening grip are signs that he should back off; he does so willingly, at least on the teasing front - he's rather content to keep playing with Isaac's hair.]

I've missed you; it's so good to get to see you again.

[The words are simple, repetitive, but he doesn't seem to mind offering that for the time being.]

[glaciates]

[That goes a long way to get Isaac to calm down. He loosens his grip a bit on Kimblee but doesn't let go entirely.]

Yeah? I'm glad.

[...]

Not that you missed me! I mean, I suppose I'd be kind of upset if you didn't, but that isn't what I meant!

[...orz]

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[...oh dear. Is this panicking, it looks like panicking...]

I know what you meant, Isaac, it's all right.

[glaciates]

[You know him too well...]

Y-yeah.

[...orz]

I'm glad you knew what I meant, at least.

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[It's more that he knows that expression too well - but after over a year spending time with you and almost a year dating, he'd be a bit of a disgrace if he couldn't read you, wouldn't he?

Now come on, Isaac, give him some of the orz, you're going to sink the boat.]

Are you all right?

[glaciates]

[Well. Well, yes... but he's very fond of those orz, alright.]

Yeah, I'm fine. You know how I get.

[He's still a bit embarrassed, but that's something he can handle.]

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Of course I do.

[And judging from the lightness in his tone, he doesn't mind at all. He reaches out to lay a hand along the side of Isaac's face; he's smiling a bit again.

As much as Isaac's social failure tends to frustrate him at times, when it comes down to it, he finds that he doesn't mind dealing with it; there's something rewarding about it.]

You know I'm fine with it; don't worry so much.

[glaciates]

[Isaac returns that smile, once again tightening his grip on Kimblee. He loves Kimblee more than he can ever possibly say, not just because Kimblee is so good to him, but because Kimblee understands him, which is something he's never really had before, especially not in a partner.]

Yeah, I do. Thanks. It... really means a lot to me.

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[Kimblee has to wonder if Isaac knows that the main reason he continued to exist for so long was because he's learned early on how to understand how other people work - primarily, how to tell them what they wanted to hear, nothing more, nothing less; somehow, he suspects that even if Isaac knows, he hasn't put any of the pieces together yet. Maybe he doesn't want to; maybe he doesn't realize that there's a larger picture to get.

Kimblee isn't inclined to give him any hints, either way.

He lets himself settle against Isaac, resisting the urge to try to push away for the time being and offering a soft but noncommittal sound in response to Isaac's words; he knows, hon.]