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kingshit_lloyd

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Dec 10, 2009 02:04

"Don't worry, I got this," Lloyd said, raising his hand, nothing but calm confidence in his voice. In truth, he wasn't so sure he had this at all. It wasn't that he was incapable of dealing with technology -- nothing like that. Lloyd could handle a tape player or a car radio just fine. But this thing, whatever it was... well, it was obviously way ( Read more... )

bridge, stripper!plot, felix, bert

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saikamai December 10 2009, 00:40:50 UTC

Bert held back, but watched with mild interest as Lloyd handled the music player. It didn't look like it had much in the way of buttons, so it couldn't be too complicated, nothing like the controls to the music in the club or in the radio station.

But when Lloyd spoke to it, Bert couldn't help it; he snorted. Talking to it like it was an animal or something!

"Lloyd," he said, laughter starting to creep into his voice, "what are you doing?!"

kingshit_lloyd December 10 2009, 00:45:28 UTC

"I'm--" Lloyd began, shooting Bert a glare that strongly implied that he resented this line of inquiry. And that he didn't have a good answer just yet. "Testing it."

saikamai December 10 2009, 00:48:37 UTC

"Oh," Bert said, biting down on the inside of his cheeks. "Okay."

He gave Lloyd another minute or so of tampering before he held out his own hand and shrugged. "Let me have a look at it."

kingshit_lloyd December 11 2009, 01:21:58 UTC

"Sure, go ahead," Lloyd muttered, a bit on the sulky side. "Work your youthful charms."

He stepped back with a sigh, both reluctant and relieved to be freed from the task. "Just don't blame me if it zaps you or something."

saikamai December 11 2009, 02:18:43 UTC

Bert quirked a mock-moody eyebrow at Lloyd and snatched the thing out of his hand, turning it over and examining all sides.

"Oh," he said, finally. "We're idiots. It needs a battery."

He kenned batterys. He looked for the place they would put a battery once they had one. Hmm... There was a little switch. He slid it over. It didn't do anything. He switched it back. He slid it forward. He switched it back. He slid it forward.

"Oh, what the fuck!" His patience was admittedly spoiled by the fact that he'd expected to have a kind of beginner's luck with it, and now that it was in his hand, he had the wild urge to chuck it at a tree.