voice

[glassbox]

Hey.

Hey.

[ The bang of a door slamming open, then traffic, people. ]

Y'know what? A girl gets sick an' tired a'being hauled around like garbage t'do the dirty work of a stupid machine. I ain't answerin' t'that scrap heap a'metal, and there's nothin' anybody can do t'change my mind.

I'm Diamond Lil. Mechanical cow can kiss my diamond --

[ A taxi horn blares. There's a clattering sound, like something metal -- a trashcan, maybe, or a bench -- just got kicked over. Surprised murmurs in the background. ]

At least you coulda teleported me t'the right damn country!

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[ex_engineers208]

[ sometimes he doesn't think he's still got human feelings in there either, but he bites his tongue before he stupidly mentions it. the "i feel more like a machine than a person" speech probably won't go as smoothly with lil as it did with danger. somehow. it's a head-scratcher.

anyway, he's leaning away from her accusing jab. ]

Y'don't gotta be okay with it, but you're both gonna hurt yourselves at this rate. Y'shouldn't.

[glassbox]

[ she makes a frustrated noise, pointedly glancing away from him in that way that women do, when they want you to understand just how upset they are. her arms fold over her chest again. ]

Y'wouldn't understand, would you? No, 'course not. On account of everyone's always fought over you an' not the other way around.

[ she shakes her head a little. ]

Danger's lucky she ain't a real person with real feelin's, otherwise I might have t'feel sorry for her.

[ex_engineers208]

[ she's right about never fighting, he knows she's right. but he's brushing her off. ]

Yeah, 'cuz if she didn't have real feelin's she'd be spoutin' them words at you.

[ he sighs. ]

Threats, whatever.

[glassbox]

[ being brushed off just irritates her more. ]

If I had a dime for every time you an' me fought over robots, maybe I'd be rich instead of dead. I couldn'tve married someone with a normal bad habit, like alcohol or cigarettes. It jus' had t'be robots.

I don't care why she's threatenin' me -- [ not entirely true. some of the things danger said to her still stick in her head, partially unnerving and partially aggravating. ] -- but I don't tolerate threats none. I wouldn't take 'em from Heather Hudson, an' I sure as hell won't take it from her.

[ex_engineers208]

[ that uncertainty of how to approach this (and maybe her death would prove to be a less divisive subject, he's not sure) and the need to explain everything, now that he's talking. he probably says too much. ]

Yknow, it ain't the same as with... with Heather, or. [ he pushes: ] Or any other woman, a-and. That's the thing, Lil. I don't think I could fall for another livin' woman, aside from you. You're the only one I can really, aah. Think. About.

[ very, very slowly: ]

That's why... the robot thing...

[glassbox]

[ honestly, she wants to stay angry about all this, if only because that's a comfortable space for her -- anger. in a way, anger makes her feel just as protected as her invulnerability does. and this situation has all the ingredients of a situation that royally pisses her off. robots, marriage, the works.

she isn't sure exactly why what he says defuses her a little. maybe she can blame it on just being damn tired. news of a girls' imminent death will do that to her. ]

Hon, that ain't healthy. [ she sounds a little testy, but hey, it's better than outright fury, right? with an exasperated sigh: ] What am I gonna do with you, Madison Jeffries?