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Sitting in his chair, feet propped up on a suitable stool, and watching his favourite .mpeg on a vidwindow, Matrix had never felt more at ease in all his runtime. After having received his link command in what had to be one of the oddest weddings Mainframe had yet seen, he'd been feeling a sense of calm about him. Something akin to being hugged by that bear from Milliways, but without the Daemon-esque unnatural cheerfulness that came with it.

More like, an assurance that what he had now wasn't going to be taken from him anytime soon.

He had a wife, a dog, a place to live, and friends and family around him. All was good.

In user terms it would be like someone taking a bit of sandpaper to his edges and smoothing them a bit. Not enough to erase all of his character; just enough to take some of the harshness from it.

He wondered to himself if this was something unique, or something others felt when they got their link commands.

Did Bob and Dot feel like this? Did his parents?

He smiled slightly. If Ray Tracer were here Matrix might even tolerate any attentions the surfer might give to AndrAIa. Now he knew without a doubt she wasn't going anywhere, and all the flirtings to come could be taken in stride.

Or, he might, with all the politeness he could muster, tell the offender exactly where they could download themselves.

He was, after all, still himself. Link command or no.

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From outside, there comes the roar of a bike engine that abruptly cuts off and a few moments later a certain Game sprite is sauntering through the door. She's tired, sore and greasy, but a smile plays across her features.

"Hello, Lover."

[renegade-enzo.livejournal.com]

There's a sound he's gotten used to. Also a smell.

But then, there's nothing wrong with the smell of axle grease.

"Hello AndrAIa," he says, looking up as the slight smile widens. "Busy cycle down at the shop?"

[notascreensaver]

A nod.

"Like you wouldn't believe. I had a steady stream of customers all day."

[renegade-enzo.livejournal.com]

"Why don't you come over and have a seat and you can talk about it," he says, shifting a little in his chair to make room.

He's still working on his subtle.

[notascreensaver]

AndrAIa arches a brow, laughing amusedly at her husband.

"Then I'll get grease all over you and your chair."

[renegade-enzo.livejournal.com]

"We've both been covered in worse things than grease," he smirks, which is technically true. "It's nothing I can't clean off."

Was that an offer, or a suggestion?

[notascreensaver]

A smirk finds it's way onto the Game sprite's face.

"Is that an offer to lend a hand in the shower?"

[renegade-enzo.livejournal.com]

Now he's thinking of things that don't involve vidwindows.

"Oh, I was thinking of the furniture—" Good thing they invested in at least one thing that was stain-proof. "—but since you put it that way, I could help you out with that."

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AndrAIa laughs, sending one last coy look towards her husband before sauntering towards the bathroom.

"Well? What are you waiting for, then?"

[renegade-enzo.livejournal.com]

"Nothing at all," he says, getting up rather quickly and closing the vidwindow. AndrAIa's prospects are much more satisfying than watching an mpeg for the hundredth time. "What scent soap would you prefer?"