[i]Strands of microbots hold the gun down. Cobalt doesn't seem to notice.[/i]
"I should figure out what she did to me, in addition to the eggheads."
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“Yeah, that would be smart.” The shadows tug harder.
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[i]The gun refuses to stay put, with mechanical locks in Cobalt's leg keeping the gun stuck on.[/i] "Oh, what the heck?" [i]Cobalt finally notices the hand, with the lock's triggering a warning in his retina.[/i]
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Blaze laughs. “What is it?”
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"Just had a... 'Leg Weapon Auto Lock?' Are you trying to steal my gun?"
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Blaze chuckles more as they reach the park. “Maybe!”
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"It's just a Wingman, I don't see why you'd want it." [i]Cobalt takes a look at the park.[/i] "This is nice. Quiet, quaint."
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Blaze nods. “It’s the same way at night....only then, it’s safe to take my hat off.”
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"You could just find what part of sunlight affects you, then develop a glass or polymer that filters it out. Then, cover any area with said material."
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“That...would still suck, but whatevs.
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"Just a thought. Now then, what'd you want to do here?"
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Blaze shrugs. “Talk, like we did on the way here.”
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"Hm. I guess." [i]Cobalt takes his helmet off, and slides it onto his hip. His face looks more tired than usual.[/i]
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Blaze frowns. “You need some good sleep.”
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"Haven't had time. And hey, I'm doing fine right now, yeah?" [i]Cobalt gives a half hearted grin.[/i]
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“Eh, yeah, but you look like you could use some good sleep.”
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"I... Yeah. I could."
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“Maybe you should rent a nice hotel room or something.”
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"I've got a house. Haven't really used it much, though."
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“Maybe you should, then. You could probably use a break.”
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"I could, yeah. It's... been a while, though. I don't even know if I still own it."
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“Well, did you sell it or rent it out?”
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“No, just haven’t been in it for a while. Bank might’ve taken it back.”
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“Oh...hopefully not.”
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“Yeah, I hope so.”
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“Have I told you I’m going to be a dad soon?” Blaze asks