notglitching: (red - glare)
Rinzler / Tron ([personal profile] notglitching) wrote 2015-12-30 02:37 am (UTC)

[Red-lit fingers curl tighter around the phone as the reploid talks, every line of Rinzler's frame bristling. There's nothing to tell. Nothing to ask. The skipping, glitching growl builds a little higher, but there's no other sound. No voice, certainly. Clu said he didn't need one. Not his function (not allowed). No value in it, not for him. Yori had said the opposite, a quiet burst of oughts and fairness that somehow read as furious despite all the careful calm she'd layered in her tone. And Rinzler—

—Rinzler stills and stalls halfway to locking as the (nausea) (threat) (WARNING—) rises through his processing like a wall. It doesn't matter what he wants. It never will, and he hates it—hates this place for tricking him into considering the thought at all. Mostly, he hates the glitch across the room. A last furious glare turns in Prometheus' direction, and the enforcer turns his back deliberately, stalking back over to the blank desk. If it's going to ignore him anyway, there's not much point in bothering with text. Or anything else.

Still, if Prometheus is hoping for Rinzler to leave, he'll be disappointed. The enforcer just arrived, and he's got his own energy to sort and cache. Besides, retreating so soon would be admitting to a loss. Rinzler isn't going anywhere fast, though he won't be the one to initiate more conversation.]

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