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007: Blood, Warmth & Breathing (1)
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2024-11-22 18:20:46His own house felt stifling.
Emerson paced the length of his living room with his boots clicking sharply against the polished marble floor. His chest heaved as he muttered incoherent words, dragging a hand through his now disheveled hair.
Back and forth, back and forth, his movements were restless. Like a caged animal. Finally, he collapsed onto his velvet armchair and began drumming his fingers in a frantic rhythm against the armrest.
The door creaked open.
Emerson barely glanced up as Raven strolled in with his usual casual demeanor intact and a bag slung over one shoulder.
“Hey!” Raven greeted, shutting the door behind him with his foot. “You summoned me. What’s the emergency?”
Emerson threw his head back and groaned. “My life is falling apart, Raven. Nothing. Absolutely nothing is okay!”
Raven frowned, plopping down on the chair opposite him. “Start from the top. What happened this time?”
“That kid sent over the robot without a manual, without instructions… nothing!”
Raven scratched his chin, acting like he was concerned. “Oh no. Oh, oh, oh! Firstly…” He leaned forward dramatically. “…can I get a glass of water?”
Emerson glared at him, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Are you even listening? And what do you mean, ‘Oh, oh, oh?’”
“I mean I’m parched,” Raven deadpanned, leaning back. “And also, I’m not much use when dehydrated.”
Emerson groaned, burying his face in his hands. “This is why I don’t ask for help. I’m not your servant, Raven. Go get your own water.”
Raven shrugged, standing up. “Fine, fine. Be grumpy.” He ambled toward the kitchen.
Moments later, a gasp reverberated from the kitchen.
“Oh my GOD!” Raven’s dramatic voice boomed causing Emerson to pause mid-thought. “What is this? Are we hosting a royal banquet? A masquerade ball? Assorted dishes everywhere!”
“Raven, will you stop shouting?” Emerson snapped.
“Mrs. Rose,” Raven started, his tone dripping with curiosity, “is it your birthday? Lucy’s? Don’t tell me it’s Mr. Bob’s daughter’s birthday. That girl is stunning!”
Mrs. Rose chuckled. “No birthdays, Mr. Raven. You’ll have to ask Sir Emerson. Perhaps he’s planning for his friend.”
“Planning? Without me?” Raven gasped. “I thought I was his only friend!”
He reappeared moments later to the parlor, holding a glass of water, his expression mockingly hurt. “Emerson, explain yourself. Who’s the party for? I thought we had something special going on between us.”
Emerson rolled his eyes. “Raven, for once, focus. This isn’t about a party!”
Raven shrugged, flopping back onto the chair. “Alright, alright. Here.” He pulled the bag onto his lap and began rummaging through its contents. With a triumphant “Aha!” he produced a sleek, glossy tablet.
“What is that?” Emerson asked, leaning forward.
“The manual,” Raven said, waving the device like a trophy. “Password-protected, though. Want to guess what the password is? I’m thinking…” He grinned. “Sexbot.”
Emerson stared at him, unimpressed. “Really?”
“Just a suggestion.”
Swiping across the screen, Emerson unlocked the device. He scowled. “It didn’t even ask for a password.”
Raven reached back into his bag and pulled out two strange, round objects. They gleamed faintly, looking heavy and oddly decorative.
“What are these for?” Raven asked, tilting his head. “They’re… uh, something you put on your waist to dance with, I think?”
“That is NOT important!” Emerson snapped.
Raven smirked. “Then what is important? And while we’re at it, where’s the robot?”
Emerson pointed toward the adjacent room. “Probably in there. I haven’t checked yet.”
“Great. Let’s meet the mystery machine.” Raven gestured dramatically.
Emerson rose, the tablet in hand, and made his way to the room with Raven in front. He tapped on one of the videos stored in the tablet, curious to see what it held.
From the adjacent room, Raven’s horrified gasp echoed. “Oh my God!”
“Raven?”
“Oh my God!” Raven’s voice trembled. “Don’t tell me… you killed it. Blood… everywhere!”
Emerson froze, his heart racing as he stepped closer to the room. Blood?
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