sorry for thinking about drone purring it will happen again
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oh chriminy I’m cooking things , I’ll be real I just see murder boys everywhere but Idk what they’re about, or nightmare. Or error,. But uhm his colors I like..them.. and nightmare is big spooky octo thing, I uh, I’m lost in some kind of thinking sauce
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@gecko-in-a-can THIS ABSOLUTELY
Resentment is such a big part of Benny’s motives towards House, feeling he’s underserving to rule and shouldn’t have the right to keep the title of Vegas just because he claimed it first long ago. Say what you will, Benny puts the effort in, through honest and dishonest work albeit, but he puts in the effort. Not saying House didn’t but House had the luxury of having a lot of that effort done before the war and subordinates to do so after. House is untouchable, something everyone wants in the Mojave, if not for the power, but because of the security. House takes that for granted seeing how easy he thinks it is to buy people. Benny, a Mojave native, has to be irate about that seeing how he has seen the heights and slums of both lives.
Also with the AIs it’s so telling because in a lot of ways, Yes Man has more autonomy than House’s major personality securitrons. Yeah, Yes Man has to be helpful but he’s aware and able to be snarky and coy. Benny has an issue with not being listened to but that’s the only perimeter Yes Man needs to act on. He can’t condescend but lord you can tell when he wants to. House’s AIs serves specific and highly detailed functions but are confined to act in accordance. They are subservient to a T and are extensions of House while Yes Man really is a creation that adapts further, hence his desire for the assertive upgrade. Benny made something, or at least was okay with a helper, that can progress for itself. House made things that replicate or facilitate an era of the past and don’t hold the power to contest it.
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happy six month-aversary! 🖤
Eddie & 🐈⬛
"Dinner's here," you announce as you enter the Munson Castle, tossing the pizza box on the tiny table so you can get your shoes off.
Eddie's laid back on the sofa, his socked feet crossed on the coffee table. He's wearing plaid boxers and a faded black t-shirt with holes in it. He's got his arm wrapped around a box of cereal, and a full mouth that would make a chipmunk proud. He waves in lieu of spewing more crumbs down his front. A wise choice.
God, you love him.
"Your familiar's outside," you tease, taking off your jacket.
He finally finishes chewing his mouthful of cereal, swallows, and asks, "that bad-ass black cat that all the kids are scared of?"
You pick up the pizza box and bring it to the sofa.
"Nope, the little raccoon that keeps getting into everybody's trash."
A Froot Loop hits you in the chest, then bounces back onto the sofa.
Of course your feral raccoon of a boyfriend picks it up and eats it.
wheels-of-despair's six-month fic-iversary emoji-bration
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