trans_9 | Get Back! You Don't Know Me Like That! [Closed]

Overall, despite the rocky entrance (no thanks to that buzzkilling jackwagon Soren), Punchy's been adjusting rather well to life on Stacy. He's got a job in Programming, already met some chill homegirl in the Sensoriums, and met some fellow super peeps at the Outsiders meeting.

He still isn't quite sure how he managed to ace his job interview. That baffles him almost as much as it would anyone else. It does, however, reaffirm his decision that codpiece bling is a Good Thing.

So, it's not quite a gangsta's paradise, but it's a far cry from the projects, which Punchy is absolutely sure he'd be an expert on despite never having lived in one. Jay-Z and blaxploitation films don't lie, right?

He finally finds his sleep cavern, which really…shouldn't be more comfortable than the cots at the Seminary, but actually are. Lying on his back, he can totally picture a pin-up above his head, if tacks will stick in those gooey walls.

He peels off his (incredibly stylish, not at all tacky-looking) costume and stretches out in the room, wearing nothing but his boxers and his goggles, which stay on his head because he honestly doesn't have enough styling gel to cover up for headband-hair.

He's about to start drifting off when he notices his new roommate approaching.

"…oh HELL naw."

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"Wanting to not have to sit all shut up on my own turf ain't childish, dillhole. And how about you deal, instead of just saying you'll 'deal'?"

Soren didn't understand the entire last half of what Punchy had just said. So instead of responding to him, he sat down on the bed, opened one of his books, and began to read.

"Yo."

Then louder. "Yo, I was talking at you! Don't just ig me!"

Soren ignored him and turned another page.

Well, if Soren's going to be like that...

Punchy, being totally mature, starts beatboxing to himself.

Soren continues reading for a moment. Then he uses a wind spell to casually knock Punchy's precious costume to the floor.

Oh, real mature, Soren.

Punchy picks up one of the books off the bed and licks his fingertips between turning pages.

Soren puts his book down on his lap. "Don't touch my books."

A warning... OR A THREAT?

Punchy continues to leaf through Soren's book. "I'm seeing what all the hype's about."

Soren snatched the book out of his hands. "You wouldn't be able to read one even if you were literate."

"Who says I ain't literate, jackass?" Now Punchy's actually kind of mad. He's proud of his literacy!

"Ah, yes. And what do you read? Comic books?"

Soren had learned what comic books were. And he disdained them.

"Yeah. Actually, I do read comic books. And the internet."

And...it's been about a decade since he's cracked an actual book.

"Ah, yes. Clearly great works of literature, deserving of years of intensive study." Soren sniffed. "How long since you've read a book?"

"Oh, come on, you don't even know what the internet is."

Because changing the subject is clearly the best way to win an argument.

Soren looked especially smug. "It's a series of interconnected computers that share information with each other. My, it's as though I learned that by reading."

"And do you know what the net can do, or can you just spit some facts on it?"

Dammit, Soren, don't be smart with him! He can't keep up!

"Certainly. It's ~~a series of tubes~~ used to relay information. Videos, images, text. The pooling of informational resources from multiple sources. I'm surprised you need to have this explained to you."

/smugsmugsmug

"Yeah, okay, someone gave you a Wiki printout. Congrats. I'll sling up a house party for you first thing. I tell you that I got a job, even after I got ratted for copping your comm?"

And yes, he's totally proud of that job, and no, Soren, you did not stand in his way in getting it. Vision actually listed his ability to hack as a positive! So there!

Punchy bets Soren couldn't get a job in Programming, neener neener.

"Oh? Congratulations. I have two. And no one actually reported you, you know; it was your own ineptitude that got you noticed."

Seriously, Soren hadn't even gotten a chance to tell Billy anything before he'd notice Punchy had hacked the Omnicomm.

"I wasn't trying to keep it on the downlow, doofus."

Seriously, he didn't even know it was against the rules.

"Jobs doing what, being a dick and having no homies?"

"Then you did an admirable job." Soren smiled tightly. "And that's information you don't need to know."

He matches that tight smile, except it just looks goofy on him. "A'ight. And what happens if I find out?"

Soren snorts. "Then I suppose you will have manifested the astonish ability to ask the appropriate people for information. An amazing milestone in your personal development, I'm sure."

Punchy frowns. "Why you gotta be such a dillhole? I ain't even done anything that bad to you. I'm sorry about bustin' on your personal bubble earlier, if you're still just ticked about that."

Soren waved his hand dismissively. "You're an annoyance, nothing more."

Oh, Punchy. Licking Soren's books is like declaring war on a foreign country.

"Yeah, well, you're a fuckin' riot yourself."

Consider war declared, Soren. Punchy will totally maintain that you started it, no matter how kindergartenish that (or any of this situation) sounds.

And Soren would insist that Punchy started it. He went back to his reading with an audible sniff.

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