[ It’s... a little like siphoning energy from the WAU, really, the way things realign and sharpen and the fog clears. Except without the burst of energy, and without feeling weird and gross about it. Not as much like an addictive drug. For robots.
Simon pulls his hand away, takes a breath, and his lungs actually accept it. The pretzel his insides have twisted into starts to right itself. By the time he can focus on his mysterious benefactor, the reaction his own contribution has caused is well-enough hidden that it escapes his notice... so he still thinks that was a one-way transaction and later he’ll feel bad whoops. ]
... Thanks. [ he takes a hand through his hair — he can breathe. good. cool. ] I’m Simon, by the way.
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Simon pulls his hand away, takes a breath, and his lungs actually accept it. The pretzel his insides have twisted into starts to right itself. By the time he can focus on his mysterious benefactor, the reaction his own contribution has caused is well-enough hidden that it escapes his notice... so he still thinks that was a one-way transaction and later he’ll feel bad whoops. ]
... Thanks. [ he takes a hand through his hair — he can breathe. good. cool. ] I’m Simon, by the way.