I can explain. Ahahaha—
Ryūko might not be a masochistic exhibitionist, but Reboot sure is.
…I don’t even watch anime!!
…Yeah well if Wifi and Quote are making smut blogs then so am I. URL under the cut.
"Sorry. But I can’t rule anything out. Honestly I worry that I might get upset enough to damage them.” Rewrite muttered.
Lag frowned inwardly, thinking it all over.
Rewrite hummed darkly at the mention of the arcade they were in.
Lag frowned. He looked away, and he felt something ugly writhe in his chest. He was a bit offended by what he was hearing but he was reluctant to say so.
"I don’t like them. But I don’t want them dead, infected or on the bad side of the ever so common monsters around here. I’m dumping them in empty cells in my laboratory until I know what to do with them.” Rewrite replied smoothly, giving a little sigh.
Rewrite didn’t notice that the couch had been fixed if only because he hadn’t been in a state of mind earlier to notice it being broken in the first place. The bug simply strode up to the repaired furniture and sat on it again, though this time without the force to break it.
Lag thought about Rewrite’s laboratory, squirreled away from prying eyes. A cozy enough atmosphere for a scientific mind like his own, perhaps, but in what was becoming increasingly habitual, the NPC attempted to place himself in the shoes of minds…less enthusiastic about such things.
Rewrite stopped pacing. The virus glanced up at the ceiling, brows furrowed. He remained still like that for some time.
Viruses were strange creatures, and Creeper’s strain in particular wasn’t particularly stable or even predictable.
Rewrite let the first inquiry slip, knowing that Lag had quickly figured out the answer to his own question. The bug instead used his energy to think over the second answer.
Again, Lag stopped himself. He was ashamed for his lapse; for immediately dreading the worst. He owed Rewrite more than that. He respected him, and he knew that the virus was perfectly capable of restraining himself from such violence.
Assumptions Lag might have had of Rewrite having plans for his old game were wrong. Rewrite had no plans for TurboTime. He had no plans for himself.
He had nothing.
Lag loved Rewrite, but he wasn’t so lovestruck that he didn’t still harbor a healthy sort of fear of the viral Mouth and what he was capable of.