Look at this. So Shaped. Perfect. Fat little thing I love you.
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A bad poet with dreams. Agender. He/Him. 30’s. Chronically late to games. Occasionally nsfw. » ☕️ ko-fi.com/everschade » 📝 ao3.org/users/hawkeing_eta Saoirse don Phalaistín.
!["I remember it," he continues, and it's almost lost in that faint low howl of the distant
wind of the valley below.
"WELL DON'T KEEP ME [[Edge Of Your
Seat Thrills!]]"
A small chuckle reverberates and the way
Tenna's hands fold and flex into each other is like an embarrassed shy schoolgirl.
“...It was that time you finally caved and took me for a ride in that car of yours. Do you remember that?" Tenna is still staring out at
the open expanse despite his folding and bending back and forth. Spamton watches the way something soft, far off and lonely fold over the smile he still retains. Tenna does not wait for an answer. "You came back to the studio after a rough recording day. You even dressed up a bit for the occasion!" His laugh shifts into a sigh, "Oh, Spammy.. You looked so handsome then. All dolled up... just for me." He sinks further into himself at each word, lost in the reminiscing.](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:kgglfouswr46yo7qs7pijstq/bafkreibpaf25keqted2mc4pyi6y4ovqyquoquzbzrsbc4lrsm7irrdsnn4)
![Antenna bolt straight up once the words
sink in and that smile flat lines.
"Wh- Wait, no, that's — That's not what I
- I don't mean to say — Not that you're - That was a bad turn of phrase I just mean you—"
"[[Cathode]]."
Tenna looks at him. That mouth waivers as
he sheepishly holds onto one of the bars of the railing.
"IS THAT [[Gab]] OF YOURS LONELY?" He jabs.
"WH HUH WHAT."
"WITH 1 [[One]] FOOT IN THERE?"
Tenna's screen suddenly burns bright and Spamton just laughs, sharp and loud, as he leans further with his prodding tease. Tenna abruptly turns away but his screen still shines that bright pink.
"You're just as impossible as you always were," Tenna huffs but Spamton sees the corner of his mouth twitch with humor.
"[[The Classics You Know And Love!]]"](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:kgglfouswr46yo7qs7pijstq/bafkreih5necgomvuilodnubz7qa22lz56gytflfsh657ywr7l3rvwf3rai)
![* IT'S ALL I WANTED. TO [[Showroom]] YOU A [small] TASTE OF [[HyperlinkBlocked]].
Slowly, he pushes himself up, the blankets shifting off his shoulders. The heavy weight of Tenna's arm across his waist keeps him pinned, but he doesn't push far.
Spamton just stares into that dark screen and begs himself to see it as it is. There are no cracks, no scratches or blemishes on the glass despite how a dark shadow lays across the screen.
Tenna is fine and safe. His hand shakes and he doesn't even realize as he reaches out and grips the edge of the plastic casting. They are safe and sound in a big comfortable bed and there is no snow and dust surrounding them and there is no frantic yelling somewhere in the distance and he isn't crying.
The plastic of Tenna's casting is solid under his hand.
The bedsheets and pillowcases are soft beneath his body. Tenna's arm is heavy on top of him, and the dark is quiet. A finger scratches against plastic.
* FOR YOU, [[Cathode]].](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:kgglfouswr46yo7qs7pijstq/bafkreieogz4v6mr7fxap2a5kttrrhwy7errefmhb5pnhgelvxfhpiurvr4)
![He stares. His hand shakily slides along the casting until it rests on top, the side of Tenna's screen, and Spamton drags himself forward. It's too dark to see his own reflection on that black screen and it is a little blessing he will never admit to.
* YOU [[???: File Not Found]] WHAT IT [[For Intended Purposes]]. FOR YOU. FOR YOU. IT WAS [[All Or Nothing]] FOR YOU.
He presses further more, until his forehead gently knocks against the hollow glass of Tenna's screen, and he feels the gentle soft sensation of the static radiating from it. He stills. He drags his head a little further down the screen, dispersing the fuzzy static more, then holds very still. He doesn't know for how long.
Finally he sighs and sinks into himself and the dark screen.
* I'M THE BIGGEST [[Clown Around
Town]]. I JUST WaNTED [[HyperlinkBlocked]]. I WAN TeD [HyperlinkBlocked]]. I WANT3D yOU
TO KNOW [HyperlinkBlocked]].](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:kgglfouswr46yo7qs7pijstq/bafkreic5tlbaulgqpeioy4fuu4wrdovausaaw67yldupsdw3l3zmqvfy6m)
![Tenna's bed is large, soft, and luxurious. Just like before, like he remembers. Spamton feels the weight of the blanket alone pressing down on him and it's a grounding, secure weight. it leaves him on edge, like he'll get tangled up in the sheets and comforter if he tries to move, let alone from the weight of the arms around him. He could slip out and maybe Tenna wouldn't notice. Spamton shifts just enough to wiggle one of his arms free. It rests against the pillow and sheets.
Tenna lays beside him, encompassing everything, still and quiet. A small plastic finger scratches against the pillowcase.
* ...YOU WANT TO [[Listen Here!]]
A JOKE, [[Boobtube]]?
It is an effort to keep his own voice down, to something even resembling reasonable and not crack the stillness of the dark bedroom. Tenna remains quiet and comfortable, and it's only in these little in-between times that there's a chance of honesty able to exist. That little finger scratches a little harder until the rest ball the fabric into his fist.](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:kgglfouswr46yo7qs7pijstq/bafkreigzdne3zwger4iqxepsdwvf2cawh2hpfi5qubdx77ub7hirimledi)
![He looks at Tenna. He looks at him and he sees the first time they went for drinks together outside of work. The coy and animated way Tenna spoke, nudged the line just as much as he was returning it right back—he remembers being absolutely enamored with the way his screen would subtly shift in color, like a gem shard held up to the light. He remembers his bombastic laugh, the way that laugh would take up his entire body, fill the entire room and it was the most fitting thing for him. It shouldn't be any other way.
Tenna is so dim now, but Spamton still looks at him like he remembers. He wishes he wouldn't, if just for the selfish reason that it would be easier on his already cracked heart, and so he could know where to put it.
He doesn't know where to put it. Tenna should have shattered out in that field and it would all be so much easier, he should have died, he should have stayed dead, it shouldn't have hurt when he thought he was dead, and yet —
* YOU WANNA HEAR [[A Real
Zinger]], [Trash Hea-
His hand slaps against the table top and abruptly stops himself. He's trying.](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:kgglfouswr46yo7qs7pijstq/bafkreiag2emrjtmnt5j7hjqwhf6yqw2znj22qqizlinx6p3m2accv5y3vm)
![Amateurs, and he keeps the thought behind his teeth as a hand reaches in between panelling and gaps. He has to fight the urge to just rip the whole thing off and out and rework the whole damn thing. But Tenna isn't one of his garbage dump cars to ransack for parts.
IF YOU THINK I CAN'T [[Reset To Factory Settings?]], THEN YOU MUST'VE TAKEN A [[Split Screen]l-
His jaw snaps shut. Focus. It's over.
Just focus on the now.
A poorly joined wire is tugged out enough and he pries them apart before biting down just hard enough to tear the insulation coating just a little further down the exposed wire ends. With the flick of a tongue and sharp puff of air, he spits the bit out over the edge of the bed, then twists the copper back together, and maybe there's the smell of hot plastic now and then, but he ignores it, or just simply doesn't bring it to attention.](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:kgglfouswr46yo7qs7pijstq/bafkreieauak5zmqelrxariglznsyoirdyiwac6ewyjiqcgkjmrgprn6yli)
