Nate to Royce: "Didn't know anyone else was in here."
Shit! That fucking door! He really needed to change the damn locks sometime soon because this was getting annoying. Luckily though he'd merely been checking his new hardware, that had gotten infected now twice.
Dropping his shirt and tossing the bloodied gauze into the trash he shot a glare towards Nathaniel. "Yeah well.... Someone was in here. Move." He half growled to the other male who was currently in the doorway of the bathroom..
"That looks nasty. Do you need any help?" Nate asked. He wasn't exactly accustomed to helping other people, but it was considered polite to ask, regardless of how rude this guy was being.
"You a fuckin ripperdoc now to? Or a doctor even?" Royce snarked rather immediately as he glanced over his shoulder long enough to glance at Nathaniel then moved to kick a rolling stool that sat at the back of the massive garage over closed to a rather tall looking robot thing. Then moving to sit he fished out a cigarette first, sort of eyeing where he'd been working on it a bit annoyed like.
Nate shrugged, went into the bathroom, and looked around for a first aid kit. He didn't feel he should dignify Royce's question with a verbal response. Shaking his head, he just took off his shirt, ran it under the sink, and-- oh, there was some alcohol. He opened the bottle with his teeth, pouted the alcohol directly onto Royce's wound, and then pressed his shirt to it.
"How's that?"
Cigarette half smoked and currently replying to a message via cyber eye ware Royce hadn't noticed Nathaniel until, he was literally right next to him and apparently attempting to fuck with the nasty spot where the other cyberware stuck out, the skin so red and the scab around the tubes and metal it didn't look good. NOR did it fucking feel good the moment this fucking idiot....
BAP!
He reacted even before trying to think considering all he'd felt was burning, he'd let his eyes go back to normal only to see Nathaniel and, well his fist had just sort of twitched. Hard enough he was now looking down at the blonde and processing it all now. For a moment his face looked as though he might be pissed but all to suddenly he was busting up laughing. Oh god that hurt but that was HILARIOUS!!!!
Nathaniel hit the ground hard. This wasn't the first time he'd been punched to the ground, but it never got more pleasant. And just like the other times, he had to admit he kind of deserved it.
"So you really don't want help then," he coughed.
"Exactly what was your first clue? Cause it sure as shit not when I walked away was it?" Royce replied smartly before moving to roll the stool just enough past Nathaniel’s head he could get closer to the massive robot, which was actually a suit, made of different parts and shit he'd pit together from a few Militech as well as U.S Military jackings. Grabbing the screwdriver from where he'd left it on the small toolbox he was soon reaching to start unscrewing a sort of jet pack looking device from the back part.
"Yeah, you know, taking hints isn't my strong suit. What are you working on there?" he asked. "It looks impressive."
"At best .... Something tough enough to crush a horde of unwanted swine. At worst.... A bucket of fucking trash" Royce replied all to bluntly though slightly vague at first as he moved to stand. God he needed to go see Kirk, working like this was hell and alcohol... Probably fry his own damn intestines. Oh wait, those technically were. "It's a suit, for combat" He finally clarified, half glancing to Nathaniel before moving back to what he was doing. Finally loosening the last screw he dropped the screwdriver to fully catch the metal part that came clunking off and turned, teeth nearly grinding as he fought to ignore the stabbing pain and finally dropped it hard on top of the toolbox. "Fuckin son of a bitch!" He hissed shaking his hand for a second as if he'd just hurt it. Yeah no, he was working in not doubling over.
"So guessing you aren't skulking about to ask about combat gear. What can I do for you captain Snitch .." he paused and immediately snickered knowing Nathaniel would catch that. "That's todays Nick name by the way. Case you missed it" he added still snickering. Fucking DumDum!
Nate was back on his feet steadying Royce in a second and trying to help him into a chair. "First thing you can do is tell me how to actually help you so you can be productive," he grumbled. He admired this guy's work ethic of sorts. At the end of the day, hard work was hard work, and Nate wasn't going to scoff too hard at that.
This mother fucker! Don't hit him this time, god he wanted to but really what good would that have done if it hadn't made the point the first time! "I'd be productive if you weren't in my fucking way" He merely replied smartly though, he had managed to plant a foot so Nathaniel couldn't budge him closer to the chair. "Secondly if you push me one more time I'm gonna have Kirk give you dildos for eyeballs that pop out of your eye sockets like a cuckoo clock! Cooookooo fuck off!" He smarted before finally having to sit for the mere fact laughter hurt.... It fucking burned! But holy shit he couldn't help it.
"There. Was that so hard?" Nate asked condescendingly as Royce finally sat his ass down. Truth be told, Nate knew how annoying Royce must find him. When Nate had been fairly new at work, he'd had a bad smoothie that had cleaned him out, right in the middle of a staff meeting. His co-workers had tried to convince him to go home and get some rest, or at least take a nap, and he'd refused at every turn until he'd actually crashed on a couch in his office. His father had not been pleased; he'd asked if Nathaniel was a child, a weakling, or an elderly. But since then, he'd realized it wasn't worth it to put off taking care of his health when he needed to.
"All I'm saying is," he added, softening a bit, "that project you're working on? You're going to want to be at your best so you can get it done better, faster. Not patching up and resting will only delay things longer."
"Was that so hard" Royce mocked him in a childish tone, finally managing to breath, mostly. Ok yeah the asshole had a point, and the last thing he needed was to end up on the floor like a fucking loser calling Kirk or Lee and hoping they answered. "Alright fine, you win I'll stop. For now... " He finally smarted mockingly throwing his hands up before moving to take a drag of his cigarette. Reaching to click on his cyberware his eye was soon flickering a bit.
"Yeah, I'm dealing with something right now Royce, can you call me back?" The voice on the other end asked, over what sounded like actual screaming. God, the fuck was going on down there? Was that? Yeah had to be. "Yeah when you're done there, I need you. Or just send Kirks ass I really don't give a shit" Royce replied a bit blandly. "It's not that new ware again is it? I told.. you know what yeah, one of us will be up, long as you ain't dyin?" Lee replied.
"Yeah nope, not today unfortunately for some of you fucks." Royce replied which got a bit of a laugh from the other end despite the dry humor. "Yeah alright, we'll talk soon"
With that Royce simply ended the call, good enough he'd, well now he wasn't sure if Nathaniel was gonna be a pain in the ass like that. He wasn't sure how long they were gonna take and most likely the buyer for the spy bot wasn't gonna be in until evening. Casting Nathaniel a bit of a look he soon moved to stand slowly, "Don't even start with me blondy... Just going inside" He shot meaning their den area which was just across the garage, up a set of metal stairs and through another set of doors. Honestly better to stare at idiots on the tv then shit he couldn't do right? Turning he started off though not without muttering something about stupid jackasses under his breath.
Blondie? Nate laughed to himself. He kind of liked that. He shook his head and was on Royce again like white on rice, helping him walk. "I'm coming with you," he insisted. His assistant hadn't let him die out in the wilderness when his girlfriend had dumped him; he wasn't going to let this guy injure himself further.
"Suit your fucking self I guess" Royce grumbled, eyeing Nathaniel a bit unsure how to take this guy's help at this point. No one was this fucking nice who didn't want something. Especially no it around here. Still he didn't say a word for the moment and instead stayed silent until they were entering an area that was basically a large living room, connected to an industrial looking kitchen and make shift bar. Of all people to be laying around Froggy laid sprawled on the sofa seemingly on phone himself. At least until he spotted Royce. For as much as Nathaniel was following the guy and seemingly not so scared despite taking a knuckle sandwich Froggy was the opposite. He immediately moved to stand and head off not even staying in the room and instead vanishing off down the long hallway.
Good riddance, he definitely didn't wanna listen to that idiot making up stories to his little friends about how much Rowena actually wanted him. What a loser! Moving over to the sofa Royce soon all but crashed down onto it pulling out another cigarette. "Oh right since you wanna be royal pain in the fucking ass ... Go grab me a beer" He suddenly smarted towards Nathaniel.
Nate snorted. "Yeah. I'll get right on it," he said sardonically. "How about a 'Please'?" Not that he thought he would get one. This guy was pretty rude. Of course, Nate was making a nuisance of himself, but that was beside the point as far as he was concerned.
"How about a please suck my metal cock bitch!" Royce barked back not sounding at all amused by Nathaniel’s comment. "How about a please" He then mocked childishly again before sort of huffing. Who exactly did this jack off think he was? Lucky he was in a decent enough mood and didn't have the energy to smack him around was who he was!
Nate shrugged and went to undo Royce's fly. "If it'll help you relax, sure," he agreed, in that same dry tone. Maybe he'd get Royce a beer after all.
Ok nope, almost as soon as the other moved to reach for if Royce went smacking him upside the head, and not at all gentle either. "I wasn't being serious... Never had someone tell you to suck their dick before or something? Or are you stupid?" Royce snapped at him not at all being nice about it this time.
"Of course I have. Sometimes I call their bluff and sometimes they're into it. What, you're really going to turn down a blow job?" Nate asked with a scoff. "Especially since you did say please with that one."
Royce just looked at him for a moment longer, his expression a bit unreadable now as he both looked amused? Maybe angry? He wasn't sure how to take this guy but, yeah fuck that again! Who in the Fuck did he think he was!!
"Just get me a fucking beer and stop talking" He finally growled leaving it at that for the moment others then moving to push away enough to lay a bit more sideways ok the sofa, hand reaching for the small remote before simply flicking on the tv.
"Yeah, no, see, now you're back to being a dick and not saying please, so now I'm not going to do either of those things," Nate replied, resting his chin lightly on Royce's hip. "I am, however, going to stay here until you've recovered a bit."
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