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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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[Archer nods. Kimblee at least has some idea of what he's doing, which is better than Archer.]

Thank you. I do hope this isn't a long-term situation.

[Hopefully Johto will take pity on him and remove the automail...]

As always, you're being far too good to me, Kimblee.

[But that's said with a hint of humor; he's back to gentle teasing again.]

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[He relaxes a bit at that; at the very least, he's no longer quite as openly agitated, and he finds himself vaguely grateful for the teasing.]

Don't start with that; they'll say I've gone soft.

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Are you going to argue that?

[Archer does smirk at that, clearly quite pleased now that they've returned to the usual banter.]

Even if you have gone soft, I'm pleased it's for me.

[...brain-to-mouth filter can you please work?]

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[Oh, come on -

...wait, what]

...Is that so?

[The words lack their usual bite, however; if anything, he sounds kind of confused.]

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Y-yes, well. You're quite good to me and you're... the closest friend I have and I'm very fond of you--

[Shut up shut up shut up shut up!!]

--It's nice to know that you care about me that much, even if it can't quite compare to how much I care about you.

[WOW SHIT HE'S JUST MAKING THIS WORSE]

...Not that you can't care about people; you're different and I understand that, I just mean...

[fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck]

I'm in love with you.

[F U C K]

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[...

can someone stop the world, he'd really like to get off]

I see.

[His tone is more than enough to indicate that no, he really doesn't see, but he's trying to work through it anyway.]

You know I don't love people, Archer.

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Yes, yes, I know, I know!

[Well, he sounds frustrated, but it's not with you, Kimblee. Just let him put his head in his hand and slowly die of embarrassment.]

You're different; I understand that. It's not a bad thing, I've said that numerous times in the past.

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[Kimblee doesn't move to do anything about it; he just stares, trying to find words and not quite being successful at it. There isn't exactly an acceptable way to deal with this, is there?]

...You have, yes. But you would change that if you could, wouldn't you?

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Yes, I would.

[There's no hesitance or shame about it, it's the truth. Still, he winces a bit once that's out there and tries to amend it.]

I lov-- like you the way you are, Kimblee, but yes, that would be nice. I'm not like Isaac.

[Not at all, tbh...]

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[It's fairly obvious that Kimblee has been at least somewhat affected by that, if the fact that he rather abruptly withdraws again in terms of how he's presenting is any indication; his expression is quick to fall blank again - not angry or upset, really, just completely devoid of any sort of natural expression - and it takes him a good while to figure out what he should be doing with his face.

He had asked, knowing that he would receive an answer; whether he likes the answer or not, he's going to have to deal with it. He manages to settle back into the usual placidity, though it takes him perhaps a bit too long to do so.]

I know you aren't, and I don't expect you to be. But I'm sure you can understand why acting on what you're telling me now would just be detrimental to both of us.

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[Archer glances away at that; the words aren't quite as painful as the way Kimblee closes himself off. He didn't mean to hurt Kimblee, but there was no sense in lying about it, especially not if they did attempt some sort of relationship. But of course they won't.]

Yes, I understand.

[Of course it would only be detrimental. He can't make Kimblee happy and Kimblee can't love him. There's absolutely nothing to gain by pursuing this.]

My apologies. Forget I said anything.

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[That's the thing, though; Kimblee knows the fact that it didn't hurt probably says more about him than he likes. It's awkward, yes, and he isn't sure what to feel about it, but it doesn't hurt. Not really, anyway.

He reaches out to toy with Archer's hair again.]

Besides, there's that other version of me from your world, isn't there? We're going to bring him here, remember; you care a good amount about him as well, if I recall.

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[Archer flinches sharply at that, the automail creaking in protest. Of course he hasn't forgotten about Kimbley.]

Of course I do. But it's not the same as it is with you. It's... difficult to explain, if not downright impossible to explain. I care deeply about both of you.

[Lol what the fuck is love anyway. He can totally love you both, right? Right.]

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...I think I understand. As it is with you and Isaac from my perspective, I'm assuming?

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[He tips his head at that, considering.]

Where you care deeply about two people but in two different ways? Not... friendship and love, but... something closer?

[Ugh, trying to describe this is making him sound sappy.]

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...Something like that, yes.

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Yes, well. I'm glad you understand that, then.

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Likely not in the same way you do, but I can understand the basics of it, at any rate.

That said, I still don't think this is anything we should pursue.

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You've made your stance quite clear on that...

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You're right, of course. Should things go sour between us, all of our plans will have been for nothing. We still need to be able to work together.

[WHY DO HIS KIMBLEE/EYS TURN HIM DOWN]

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[...Archer, there are many reasons why, especially now, and you will like absolutely none of them.]

My thoughts exactly - and given how we are in general, things will go sour if we attempt. It's best to leave it alone.

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Of course. As I said, forget I said anything.

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Of course, Archer.

[He shifts a bit on the bed as he says it, withdrawing his hand from Archer's hair again, but he doesn't move away entirely; rather, he's studying Archer intently, as though trying to figure out whether what he wants to do is a good idea or not.

He still doesn't seem to have decided by the time he reaches out, his arm moving almost of its own volition; he hesitates before he makes contact, his hand hovering awkwardly over part of that automail.]

Do you mind...?

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[Archer watches Kimblee attempt to work something out and then move, not even flinching as Kimblee nearly touches the automail.]

Why would I mind?

[It's a rhetorical question though, and Archer adds onto it.]

Go ahead.

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[Kimblee doesn't hesitate again, setting his hand down softly against the metal at Archer's shoulder, tracing over some of the detailing before shifting back up over the plates at his neck. He refrains from touching his face, as something about that strikes him as unnatural, but he is rather plainly looking over the detailing there even if he doesn't touch.]

...how well do you see, out of that left side?

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[Archer doesn't move, allowing Kimblee to examine the automail, never once looking away. The question catches him by surprise though, and for a moment he's not really sure how to respond.]

I see outlines, mostly. There aren't any details. The automail sustained serious damage in the grenade blast, but it seems to have been repaired here.

[After a moment of thought, he continues speaking.]

I don't mind if you want to touch it.