A right hook had sent the robot flying across the room, once again breaking it into nothing more than the scrap it used to be. Spitting out blood, Equius Zahhak had realized his daily regimen had been completed, and it was about time he chatted it up with his moirail, Nepeta. A knock at his door diverted his attention, however.
"Yes?" The blue-blooded troll asked, only for his lusus to walk in, glass of milk in hand. "Thank you." Equius acknowledged, lifting the cup to his parched mouth. It was a welcome beverage, one that eradicated the lingering thirst in his mouth. Rather, it would have.
Halfway through, his grip tightened reflexively, breaking the cup and spilling milk on his already sweat-drenched shirt. Groaning in frustration, he gave up and wandered over to his computer, logging onto Trollian. Hopefully this conversation with Nepeta could alleviate any tension.
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CT: D → Nepeta.
AC: :33 *AC stops batting at a ball of yarn long enough to notice CT.*
AC: :33 Equius!
CT: D → How have things been on your end?
AC: :33 I've partaken on a pretty good hunt, but nothing too standout.
CT: D → In all fairness, I need a distraction from my dwindling supply of glasses. I was hoping talking to you would 100sen my grasp on the subject, but I think I've recieved the opposite effect.
AC: :33 *AC pokes around and finds many shards of glass near CT's feet*
AC: :33 Well, why go mewling to me?
CT: D → Come on, we're moirails. We've got each other's ba%, right?
AC: :33 *AC scratches behind her head with her hind paw, in deep thought.*
Nepeta didn't respond for a good while, so Equius reverted his mind back to his room. The milk stains on the floor were still present, and he doubted he could count all the times he had tank tops stained with nothing but. He heard Trollian chime again, so he brought his mind back to the conversation with his moirail.
AC: :33 Why is it that your glass is breaking anymeow?
CT: D → I'm too STRONG for it to stay solid while I'm drinking from it.
AC: :33 Why not use paper cups?
CT: D → I won't deny that's plausible, but I need something equally STRONG.
AC: :33 Plexiglas?
CT: D → A bit too hard to get into the right shape. Still brea% anyhow.
AC: :OO OH!
This caused Equius to lean back in his chair. Nepeta typically prefaced her text with her smiling lusus' face, so an expression of surprise was kind of startling, even for him.
CT: D → What is it?
AC: :33 I don't have a solution to your glass-breaking problem.
CT: D → Fiddlesti%. I need that milk.
AC: :33 But I DO have a solution to your glass-dwindling problem!
Equius' attention was full-blown at this point.
CT: D→ Tell me!
AC: :33 You do machinery, right?
CT: D→ Yeah?
AC: :33 How about you make something that can melt glass and form it back into a glass shape?
Equius nodded. For as ditzy as his moirail was half the time, she did have occasional moments of lucidity, this moment being no exception.
The glow of the acetylene torch lingered in Equius' room for a few seconds, dissipating the moment he lifted his face shield. "And we are done!" He cheered, wiping his brow of sweat. The machine had little to it, just a toasty furnace at the temperature needed to melt glass, and a press that made it so that the glass inside was molded into the proper shape.
Grabbing some of the shards littered on the floor, he set them into the mold, lowering the lid that smashed them further. Impatient, he lifted the lid, showing a piping hot glass with air bubbles inside.
Equius yanked a shard of glass out his chest, irritated at Nepeta.
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CT: D → Dammit, Nepeta, I'm not a glassb100er.