Hey, sorry if this seems annoying, I'm just incredibly excited, but when do you think the next session of HLVRV will be? Again, sorry if this seems annoying
probably tomorrow? i say this because @y2kcoolatta is having a thing today and i KNOW i said i don’t follow au blogs anymore but I Would Like To See It.
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Got more @y2kcoolatta feelings I’m gonna write out!
Happier more hopeful ones this time
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When Tommy had been 12, he’d lost his father. When he’d been 36, he’d found him again.
It wasn’t the same as it had been before, not really, but Tommy didn’t care. Maybe his father was just a digital consciousness in a two foot tall robot body, but he was still there. He was still with Tommy. After being without his father for over 20 years, Tommy would cling to whatever contact with his father he could have. After so long, he just wanted to spend time with his father.
And so he did, taking every opportunity he could to be around his father. They didn’t always talk. Often they would just sit together, G perched on Tommy’s shoulder while they both read or watched TV. Those quiet moments meant the world to him. Gordon and Darnold weren’t nearly as chaotic as Spork’s crew were, but they certainly had their moments of chaos.
Sometimes Tommy told G about everything he’d missed. He’d pull out photo albums, yearbooks, pointing to the pictures and telling G everything he could remember. G remained silent, listening and soaking up as much information as he could. Nothing could ever make up for all those years he’d lost, but at least this way he could still experience the memories somehow.
“What is this one?” G asked, pointing to a photo of what appeared to be a teenage Tommy in a yellow cast looking distinctly unhappy in the passenger seat of Spork’s car. The photograph was labelled, “Tommy’s first broken bone”.
“That-That was after the first-first time Spork took me ice skating,” Tommy explained. “I fe-tripped and landed wrong.”
“I see.” G frowned, tiny metal fingers grazing the surface of the photograph. Even though the event had happened so long ago, the thought of Tommy being hurt and him being unable to help made his chest feel tight.
“The break wasn’t-wasn’t too bad,” Tommy assured him. “And Spork got me to the ER really fast.”
“Ah.” G visibly relaxed. “Well, I’m glad they were there.”
“Yeah, me too.” Tommy smiled softly.
G scanned the other photographs on the page, eyes drifting over each one. His gaze stopped on one in particular, a smile spreading across his features.
“What is this?” He pointed to a photograph on the bottom of the right-hand page.
Almost immediately, Tommy’s cheeks were colored with a blush and he tried to quickly flip to the next page, stammering about how it wasn’t important. But it was too late. G had already seen.
The photograph was a selfie of Spork with their arm around what had to be a 21 year old Tommy. The background was difficult to make out, but it appeared the two of them were outside a Chuck E. Cheese. The photo had been labelled, "The Chuck E. Cheese ban continues”.
“Thomas, did you get banned from another Chuck E. Cheese?” G asked, turning slowly back to look at his son with a grin so wide it looked as though it might split his face.
“IT WAS SPORK’S FAULT!” Tommy insisted, his blush growing even darker. “THEY TRIED TO HACK ONE OF THE MACHINES!”
G just laughed. Even in his tiny metal body, his laugh still sounded the same. Despite his embarrassment, Tommy couldn’t help but smile slightly. He’d missed hearing his dad’s laugh.
“Why don’t we move on?” G suggested, turning his attention back to the photo album.
Tommy allowed some of the stress to drain from his shoulders as he flipped the page. He could never get back the time he’d lost with his father, but he was going to make the most of the time he had now.
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yall dont be weird!! i hope you guys have fun at the ice rink :>
I’m sure it’ll be fun! I’ve heard ice skating is romantic!
Hfnfbnd...Gordon you don’t need to keep pointing out romantic things, we’re married.
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