fu and robel date while time patrollers cause deforestation

[22:07] *[user]F u[/user] was playing a dangerous game... well, he always was, and it typically varied between him a millimeter from doom to a wrong button pressed that would set off reactions that were being tracked on dials that ranged from 1 to 'Lethal.' This time, it consisted of his hand sliding over the table between them as they overlooked a starry--er, empty sky over the distant image of the Black Desert. "...and right about there, I have a nuclear power plant. The individual who was irresponsibly producing their leakage was... dealt with. His biological functions are proving to be efficient and wonderful for creating a clean energy!"

Fu glanced over to Robel. They were sitting side by side, on chairs, with a small surface between them and SMOOTHIES.


[2019-07-15 22:23] [user]Roberu[/user]: His hand slid... but somehow, that still involved a millimeter's margin of error of doom that could escalate from the simple '1' to 'Lethal' on the incomprehensible dial of Roberu. Side by side, under an abyssaly black sky in the forest... [sub]it's a good thing demons had good nightvision, because the lack of a moon or stars meant it was the pitchest black in the Nexus when the seemingly sourceless illumination faded.[/sub] Two smoothies, slowly moistening the top of the isolated table where a purple hand trying to inch its way to skin-on-glove contact... "[i]Clean[/i] energy, Mr. Fu - you have been particularly emphatic as to that aspect of your recent energy goals." Roberu's eyes, a crimson pair of subtle glows in the black of night, turn to meet Fu's glance under the chilly wooded canopy... "This is another element in line with an alteration in your techniques, Mr. Fu. Your end-goal, as I previously surmised it to be, has no change on whether your methods produce residual local effects or not; is this to affect a deliberate reduction in your collateral footprint?" More of her shifts to turn towards Fu, a physical rotation so as to align more directly with the direction of her inquiry.... [sub]And in doing so, given their close side-by-side positioning, [i]her leg touches Fu's.[/i] The absolute [b]scandal.[/b][/sub]

[22:31] *[user]F u[/user] just...let that gaze of hers settle on his face. Scarlet to scarlet glows, with one of them being behind [b]excessively nerdy[/b] lens.. and then curved by the rising of a smirk, as  -- OOF HE DID IT-- managed to get the very tips of his fingers to the very thin membrane of those sacred gloves. [sub]HE WASN'T DEAD YET.[/sub] "Yuuup. After all, if there's anything I've noticed about ... the more skittish... of the Time Patrollers, is that blasting first and asking questions later tends to be the most common method of interacting with something... valuable."

[sub]Scoot a tad closer.[/sub]

[2019-07-15 22:56] [user]Roberu[/user]: He wasn't dead yet... [b]nor was he a grape popsicle of frozen purple.[/b] Was it the smoothies? Was the key to her not cryogenically freezing him a cup of blended fruits!?? [i]Was it just that easy!?!?[/i] [s][sub]He shouldn't bet on it.[/sub][/s] But the brushing of legs, the sixteen atoms in surface contact with her glove, the continuous, piercing gouging into his soul that happens when she puts her eyes in alignment with his... it is true. He wasn't dead yet. [sub]The 'why' would remain a mystery.[/sub] "So you intend to reduce the negative consequences of your activity to reduce their nervousness towards your existence..." Roberu's finger taps once, twice- and her hand moves away from his. [i]Did he do something wrong?!-[/i] oh. She's pulling out her notepad, shifting through the pages, scans over the packed writing- nods, stows the clipboard, and puts her hand back down.

[b]Even closer to his.[/b]

Was it a conscious act? Was anything she did [b]not[/b] deliberate? Was it... unintentional? Whatever the labyrinthian reasoning, Roberu's gloved hand... there was now [b]solid contact.[/b] "Such visible shifts in your outward intention and mindfulness should improve the situation, Mr. Fu. [sub]I cannot provide any guarantee, however, because as constant as I may be with the sensitivity seminars, the Time Patrollers appear to be strengthening only in the density of their skulls.[/sub]"

[23:09] [user]F u[/user]: Solid contact... it was a [b]lukewarm[/b] feeling. The secretary's chill always existed in some form, but there was just enough of a closeness of [b]body heat[/b] that Fu wasn't a new flavor on a flank of an ice cream truck. It was something that the scientist, perhaps through his recent excursions of those mushy, intangible phenomenons called `emotions`, was able to... notice. His gaze flicking once to their phalanges, then to hers...

"... I've missed you, Ms. Robel. I apologize for whatever I've put you through by now. Please know, that while my familial ties may lead me to the Dark Empire, I have no interest in ... destroyin' anyone. No factions, no sides, I'm a man of science, Robel! .. and efforts to [i]create[/i] something better suit me more than anything else."

[2019-07-15 23:25] [user]Roberu[/user]: "I have not been concerned with any inclination on your part to wantonly destroy or desecrate, Mr. Fu; any such activities in which you have acted in that manner has largely been in times when your mind was of a direction not of your unfettered choosing." Roberu's eyes don't wander, even as Fu's gaze darts from her attention to witness the [b]physical contact.[/b] "The reassurance is wholly unnecessary, though any rededication to your independent projects is appreciated. [sub]They allow for a far less conflicting set of paperwork to be filed in regards to their status.[/sub]" Her hand breaks contact again... to take up the smoothie, from which she [b]drinks of its contents.[/b] [sub]It's... still slushie-frozen contents. Shouldn't they have melted by now...?[/sub]

[sub]"Speaking of things suiting you, Mr. Fu... what happened to the last set of garments which I selected for you?"[/sub]
[23:29] *[user]F u[/user] [sub]tried to not think too much about it. Though, he could still feel the bitter cold lie on his lavender skin from the parts of his forearm that was close to the smoothies.[/sub] He patiently waited for her hand to potentially return. "I still have them! In proper conditions, of course."
[2019-07-15 23:33] [user]Roberu[/user]: The cup of pulverized fruit finds its place back [sub]neatly[/sub] in its condensation ring... but her hand. It doesn't return to his hand, it... lays on the table. [b]But closer to him than his own hand is.[/b] "Garments are not for preservation and display, Mr. Fu, they are intended to be [b]worn.[/b]"
[23:36] *[user]F u[/user] adjusted his glasses with his opposite hand, [sub]scooting his other another millimeter closer.[/sub] "... I'll go get them."
[23:41] [user]Chronoa O Clock[/user] has logged in.
[2019-07-15 23:43] [user]Roberu[/user]: Unfortunately... that was the millimeter that crossed the line. The millimeter that flung the dial's needle... "No, Mr. Fu. You will take me to them." Her hand finds his, at last!-... in a firm grip. [sub]Not cold, but... firm. [b]Insistent.[/b][/sub] "And perhaps additional outfits will be required so as to reduce their unique nature; perhaps then you will be more inclined to associate them with casual couture."

The needle went from '1' to 'doom'... actually, not quite; it went from '1' to 'don', because Fu was about to don some of Roberu's hand-picked outfits [sub]possibly against his will.[/sub] Fu's hand in one hand, and taking up her smoothie in the other, Roberu [b]briskly rises.[/b] "Perhaps a change in attire will also affect a positive change on the Time Patrol's attitude towards you, Mr. Fu; it would perhaps be an... [b]experiment.[/b]"
[23:50] *[user]F u[/user] followed her rise with a push of his knees... and a simple step taken towards her. [sub]A little bit of squeezing from his hand going on to emulate hers-- but ROBEL WAS THE SUPREME MASTER LORD HERE AND HE WOULDN'T FORGET THAT also his poor smoothie stayed forgotten because the only cold and sweet he needed was the secretary.[/sub] Red eyes resting on hers, lilac nose pointing to her as he tilted face.  "... I don't suggest  that, Ms. Robel. My belongings are at the Dark Empire. My labs have only served as headquarters, but certain treasures and necessities have been relegated to my old bedrooms..."
[23:52] [user]F u[/user]: scientific headquarters**
[2019-07-15 23:57] [user]Roberu[/user]: "At the Dark Empire and beyond safe access, then, Mr. Fu?" Her expression of stone, her unblinking stare... was she remarking on how [i]convenient[/i] his excuse was?! "Very well. Then we will just have to [b]get an entirely new assortment.[/b]" Using her smoothie as a magical channeling device [sub]because it was good enough to qualify as magical in its own way[/sub], Roberu traces an arcane symbol- and in a flash of purple and green, a portal materializes... a portal to [b]the mall![/b] [sub]Already, the sounds of excessively enthusiastic teenage girls come through - and with them, the sounds of excessively hopeless teenage boys attempting to woo those teenage girls.[/sub] "There is not time to waste, Mr. Fu. [sub]The store known as '[i]Gentleman's Attire and Yokes[/i]' is having a special discount on their inventory at this time.[/sub]"

[sub]"And grab your beverage. If you will not finish it, then I will."[/sub]
[2019-07-15 23:59] [user]F u[/user]: "Yes, SirMa'am!~"

AND THE TWO ARE OFF
[00:03] *[user]F u[/user] AFTER HE GRABBED THE SMOOTHIE FOR HER.
[00:03] *[user]F u[/user] GOT THE SMOOTHIE SO HE DOESN'T GET THE ROUGHIE