Beeps and Buzzes

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[ one month later ]
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Since that argument, you've both discovered a whole new layer to this relationship. Dressing it up with polite mods and diligent avoidance of one another worked out well, but privately you and Sam just... Never really recovered.

If you'd thought this alliance was already strained, oh boy was it clinging on by a thread now! Any moment, it could snap, and you'd no idea what that would entail.

There were some upsides. Mainly Sam persistently taking Carly out on dates, or generally not being present. No idea where he went, never thought to ask.

Curled up on the leather sofa, feet propped up on the coffee table, Bones sprawled out by your side. Overtime you've come to adore the mutt, going as far as getting a custom collar!

Scrolling through social media on an old account (you weren't permitted to post anything, otherwise it was Detention) checking in with some old friends. Those you knew since high school, to those who were just about to leave college.

Sharksy had since moved on from Big foot, though was never rid of his love for web design. Pursuing a career in it, updating virtually every account under his name to seem less... Unprofessional, let's say. He'd only really maintained 'Bigeffingdeal' out of nostalgia, no longer  providing evidence himself.

Fassbinder, meanwhile, had started programing his first video game. RPG, featuring giant Robots. Claimed to be inspired by all those conspiracy theories - a little bit of Gundam Wing too. While he still played WoW with everybody, he'd gradually been growing more distance (even securing himself a girlfriend!)

Leo continued to be a no show online. You'd tried email, Gmail, Twitter, Facebook, WoW and even calling his Mum! Mr Spitz had apparently dropped off the face of this planet.

Or abducted.

Hearing muffled grunts that only grew more persistent, combined with awkward shuffling, finally biting the bullet by regarding Sam's underwhelming existence.

Currently fretting over suit jackets, all but demanding Bee's opinion (he'd gotten hear ten minutes ago), cycling between dark navy and jet black.

Bee seriously contemplated both options from where he crouched below a low hanging chandelier. Helm tilting every which way, servos coming up to 'frame' Sam anytime his charge showed confidence.

Awhile back you'd all cobbled together enough money to purchase new place, realising none of you had space to breathe. Deciding on a modern-looking flat close to Carlys job, Freight Elevator included (never being removed after being renovated from an old factory).

You were content to simply just watch Sam worry himself into oblivion; Bee flicked through radio stations dishing out compliments to boost Sam's confidence, droning through multiple pep talks, whooping in approval after Sam finally decided.

He chucked the selection of three ties aside. Too much pressure, no doubt.

Carly appeared moments later, absolutely ravishing in a crimson cocktail dress and black heels. Hair curled, wearing a necklace that Sam had gotten her on their anniversary three weeks ago. She oozed confidence, strutting over to Sam, pressing an affectionate kiss to his cheek.