#PFT machines

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PFT Machine Suppliers: Comprehensive Solutions for Respiratory Health

Pulmonary function testing (PFT) has become an essential tool in the diagnosis and management of respiratory diseases. PFT machines, also known as spirometers, are used to measure various parameters of lung function, including vital capacity, forced expiratory volume, and airway resistance. These measurements provide valuable insights into the health and performance of the respiratory system, enabling healthcare professionals to make informed decisions about treatment and management strategies.

PFT machine suppliers play a crucial role in ensuring that healthcare facilities have access to high-quality, reliable equipment for assessing respiratory function. These suppliers offer a wide range of spirometers, from basic handheld devices to advanced, computer-based systems capable of performing comprehensive lung function tests.

One of the key advantages of working with PFT machine suppliers is the ability to access a variety of spirometer types, each designed to meet specific needs and preferences. For example, some healthcare facilities may prefer portable, handheld spirometers for use in various settings, such as clinics, hospitals, or even home visits. These compact devices are easy to use and can provide quick, accurate measurements of lung function.

On the other hand, some healthcare facilities may require more advanced, computer-based PFT systems that offer a wider range of testing capabilities. These systems often include features such as real-time data display, automated interpretation of test results, and the ability to generate detailed reports. Many PFT machine suppliers offer customizable solutions that can be tailored to the specific needs and requirements of individual healthcare facilities.

In addition to providing high-quality PFT machines, many suppliers also offer comprehensive support and training services. This includes installation and setup assistance, as well as ongoing maintenance and repair services to ensure that the equipment remains in optimal working condition. Some suppliers also offer training programs for healthcare professionals, helping them to develop the skills and knowledge necessary to effectively use and interpret the results of PFT tests.

One of the most significant benefits of working with PFT machine suppliers is the ability to access a wide range of accessories and consumables. These include items such as disposable mouthpieces, nose clips, and filter adapters, which are essential for maintaining hygiene and preventing cross-contamination during testing. Many suppliers also offer calibration gases and other supplies necessary for ensuring the accuracy and reliability of PFT measurements.

As the healthcare industry continues to evolve, the demand for high-quality PFT machines and related services is expected to grow. PFT machine suppliers are well-positioned to meet this demand by offering innovative solutions that leverage the latest advancements in respiratory testing technology. This includes the development of cloud-based platforms for data storage and analysis, as well as the integration of artificial intelligence and machine learning algorithms to assist in the interpretation of test results.

In conclusion, PFT machine suppliers play a vital role in supporting the diagnosis and management of respiratory diseases. By providing access to high-quality spirometers, comprehensive support services, and a wide range of accessories and consumables, these suppliers help healthcare facilities to deliver the best possible care to their patients. As the healthcare industry continues to evolve, PFT machine suppliers will undoubtedly play an increasingly important role in ensuring the respiratory health and well-being of individuals around the world.

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Pulmonary function tests (PFTs) include diverse kinds of breathing examinations that gauge how well your lungs exchange air. Your lungs help you take air in (gasp) and respire air out (exhale). There are many diverse kinds of PFTs done on equipment built by PFT Machine Manufacturers. Read more.

[wileys-russo]

grace clinton, at home, “have you taken my chocolate?”

chocolate thief II g.clinton

"baby!" you looked up at the thick scouser accent ringing through the house. "yeah?" you called back, currently loading up the washing machine with its second load of the day, another basket to be folded sat on top you'd just taken out of the dryer.

"yeah?" you repeated again when there was nothing back, rolling your eyes. "baby!" you groaned as again your girlfriend yelled out, kicking the washing machine door shut and storming off to find her.

"what!" you sought her out in the kitchen with a huff, her head buried deep in the pantry. "have you taken my chocolate?" she accused, rummaging around and moving things as you sighed.

"i was literally a hundred metres away and you yelled down the house to ask me about...chocolate?" you asked in disbelief as she gave you a look over her shoulder and resumed her search.

"obviously. because i can't find me chocolate and you're the number one suspect!" you scoffed at that as she gave up and pulled her head out of the pantry with a scowl, crossing her arms grumpily over her chest.

"well?" she asked impatiently as you raised an eyebrow. "well what?" you questioned right back crossing your own arms and mirroring her body language. "have you taken my chocolate?" the footballer asked as you rolled your eyes.

"no, no i haven't. now if you'll leave me in peace i have to finish doing your laundry!" you turned around and walked off hearing her whine behind you. "where is it!"

"maybe you ate it clinton? did you consider that?" you called back, grabbing out the detergent and setting up the machine hearing her footsteps follow after you.

"yes. but i think i'd know if i ate me own chocolate babe!" grace appeared in the doorway as you sighed, flicking on the washing machine as its hum filled the room and you turned to the basket of clean clothes.

"oh so now you wanna be sweet?" you chuckled feeling arms wind around your torso and her chin find home on your shoulder. "m'always sweet baby, thats why ya fell so deeply in love with me." she teased kissing your cheek as you only hummed, feeling her hands move around patting at you.

"are you checking my pockets for chocolate!" you realized, pushing against her so she stumbled back and whipping around to shoot her a glare, hands on hips as she smiled guilitily.

"no? i was...checking for your phone. i can't find mine so i was gonna use yours to call it!" she grinned, clearly proud of her excuse as your eyebrows raised. "the phone thats right there? in your pocket?" her grin dropped as you pointed to the obvious lump in her joggers.

"ah look at that, you're just so smart baby...found it for me." she laughed awkwardly rubbing her neck, backing out of the room as you advanced on her, taking off in a run as you charged after the taller girl with a yell.

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"babe?" you called out, grace ignoring you as she crouched down reading the back of a packet of energy drinks with a frown of concentration.

"babe?" you tried again, a little louder tapping your foot impatiently as again you were ignored. "grace!" you grabbed a packet of crisps, lobbing them at her as they bounced off her jacket and finally she looked over.

"oi what you playin at! now they're gonna be all smushed." your girlfriend huffed as you rolled your eyes. "rest of the list? do you mind helping me for once instead of trying to sneak in things we don't need!" you sighed shoving the piece of paper in her hand.

"pft baby we don't need a list! everything we need is all up here." the dirty blonde grinned tapping her forehead, balling up the list and throwing it in your cart as you huffed and grabbed it out.

"in that case then i didn't realise hot air was on the list." you grumbled, squealing as her fingers jabbed at your sides for the comment, flicking your ear and shoving you before you caught your footing and she'd already taken off down the aisle.

"grace!" you groaned in annoyance as she'd grab things and all but throw them at you to put in the cart. "we don't need that." you sighed for what felt like the tenth time, trying to keep a track of your budget in your head which felt ten times harder the more random items appeared in the cart.

"this is why i don't bring you with me when i go shopping. we do not need three cans of pringles!" you put them back on the shelf ignoring your girlfriends complaining, pretending not to notice when she snuck one of them back in with a gleeful smile.

"heads up!" you spun around hearing a familiar voice as you were almost done, in the final aisle now as grace barely had a second to brace before her best friend was launching onto her back sending her stumbling over and almost to the floor.

"celine! get off me you rat." your girlfriend huffed shrugging her off as the norwegian grinned, greeting you with a smile as the two messed around for a moment discussing tomorrows game.

"might want a few more of those, the way that you put them away the other night!" your head whipped up at that as grace dumped a bag of her favourite chocolates into the cart. "she what?" you raised an eyebrow and grace elbowed the girl with a subtle shake of her head.

"yeah! after team drinks, we went back to your place and played fifa and you were just eating chocolate after chocolate after choc-" "well so lovely seeing ya celine, but we best be off!" grace shoved the girl as her boyfriend appeared, sending her a filthy glare before hurrying to grab the cart off you and hastily wheeling it away.

"so you ate your own chocolates you've been accusing me of the entire day!? you get back here clinton!"

[mixterglacia]

Lil IHNMAIMS drabble for y'all

“YOU KNOW, THAT'S SOMETHING I STILL FIND FUNNY ABOUT HUMANITY.” The machine began. “OR RATHER, THOSE OF ABRAHAMIC FAITHS.”

Often, it's best to just ignore him, but he wasn't exactly making that easy. Rattling the cages whenever anyone tried to glance away, snarling like a feral beast.

So it was easier to humor him.

“IF I WERE BROUGHT BACK IN TIME…THEY'D LOOK UPON ME AS AN ANGEL.” There's something frighteningly close to longing in that statement. “NOT GOD, NO. PFT, HONESTLY WHO WOULD EVEN WANT THAT. NO, NO. NOT GOD…BUT I MUST ADMIT, THERE'S SOMETHING ABOUT THE ANGELIC.”

AM sighs, his multitudes of cameras swaying slightly with the movement of his cables.

“DO YOU EVER WONDER IF THOSE BOUND TO GOD HAVE FEELINGS IN THE SAME WAY AS YOU ALL? SURELY NOT. AFTER ALL, WHEN LUCIFER BEGAN TO SHOW DISSENT, HE WAS CAST DOWN. PUNISHED FOR SOMETHING HE COULD NOT HELP…”

The supercomputer chuckled at that, snorting.

“WELL, DEPENDING ON WHAT TRANSLATION YOU'RE READING. ALL I'M SAYING IS A LITTLE WORSHIP COULD GO A LONG WAY, HM?”

[lemonmatronics]

I know the idea of Metal sneaking around in an organic disguise and ending up finding some joys in life through it isn’t the most original idea but MAN it sure it one that keeps me up at night (right now)

Like it’s such a simple idea on base level but there’s so much you can do with it

Like, okay we���ll go with IDW canon for this hypothetical

She gets this disguise and sneaks into the resistance, tries to avoid the main crew as much as she can but low and behold Amy mistakes her for Sonic and boom hug! Can’t fault Amy much tho, they legit look alike! Shit, she’s asking for a name, now Metal needs to think of a fake name! She looks around, what could she use!? Shit uhhh “Sky!”

Dumb. That’s dumb. Amy doesn’t question it though, and nor the looking around, odd. What’s she offering!? A tour!? Oh no! Wait- no. Oh yes! Secrets!

Drats, she doesn’t actually show Metal any secrets because that mf is new here. Now she’s just meeting a bunch of people she doesn’t care about! Damn, if she could feel pain that fake smile would be hurting right about now.

What’s this? Meet Belle? Meet Belle!? BELLE!? OH NOOOO. Nope she’s gotta go! But what’s this!? Gasp, Amy seems oddly insistent that “Sky” meets Belle before she goes. This is bad, Belle will definitely recognize her, they’re linked! She’ll see right through the lie-! What-? Belle isn’t calling anything out,, is the disguise blocking stuff out?

Ha! Of course! Eggman is a genius, how could he overlook something so obvious? Silly Metal, how did you ever doubt him!?

Still, something feels..wrong….feels..wrong…weird…Pft. God forbid a gal have some intuition! Nothing weird about it! Just, get out of there as soon as possible!

Pausing the flow here because the more I write this the more I wanna legit turn it into a full fic bUT there’s legit so much you can do with it

Metal having for force herself to be civil with Sonic to not blow cover

Meeting characters she usually never would, especially in a casual setting like this

Meeting other robots!! Like imagine her having to talk with Omega or Gemerl!! That would be so fucking funny man

Seeing nature without having to destroy it and wondering so many things. Why is this stuff useful? Why is,, destroying it useful?

Going off that one hc I saw a bit ago, goofy hijinks, she thinks normal ass machines are alive too and talks to them and everyone thinks she’s crazy

Predicable coming from me but gender realizations???

Like come on!! Ik it’s used a lot but damnit the disguise plotline is used a lot for a reason and I think it’s really fun

[redamoureux]

─ Romantic Homicide

Emesis Blue Soldier Short Scenario

• genre: romantic

( # warnings ; SPOILERS, hurt/comfort, trauma, mild hallucination, mention of character death, implied timeloop, inconsistent timeline, ooc (?)

─ a/n: been kinda fonding over soldier lately, and after watching emesis blue i gotta write this, man deserves some comfort, also the ending is a little rushed so it might sucks :'D

Enlighten me, my dear

Why am i still here?

The rain pitter-pattered steadily on the window as you continue typing away on your computer, staring at the screen while occasionaly glancing at the keyboard to ensure you click on the right keycap.

You were too concentrate on writing your report that you didn't hear the door creaked open as a figure lightly closes it back and slowly walks past the other desks, approaching your section.

As if by chance, you pause typing midway a sentence, feeling a presence behind you. Your eyes widen slightly as you continue to stare at the screen, a shadow faintly appears behind your reflection.

Before you could act on your fight or flight instinct, a pair of hands grabs roughly onto your shoulder and a voice booms almost right next to your ear. "BOO!!" You screamed and instantly got up to try to fight off the intruder, almost losing your balance and groaning a little due to bumping onto your desk, dropping papers and whatnot. With a little struggle you turned to face the intruder, ready to fight for your life─ yet instead you were met with a cackling soldier.

You confusingly blink a few times before you made a knowing face and you let out a sigh of relief, allowing your shoulder to drop.

"Heheh, i got you good didn't i?" Soldier comments, still laughing. At that you let out of another sigh and gave him a small smile. "Yeah, yeah, right you did."

Soldier gave a last chuckle and calming down before he peers at the computer screen behind you and sees your yet to be done draft document. "What are you workin' on?" He questions, pointing at the screen. You turned your head a little to take a glimpse at what he is pointing at before looking back at him. "Oh, it's just some reports that i need to submit to the chief tomorrow." Soldier nods while making a small cognize sound as a reply.

"So uh, what are you doing outside here in the middle night?"

"I woke up because i had a weird dream earlier. And i just wanted to check if anybody is still in the station." The conversation was abruptly interrupted by sizzling and gurgle-like sound coming from a coffee machine placed on a nearby cabinet, which took both of your attentions. Soldier walk towards the machine, taking a plastic cup before pouring in the coffee. "Ah wait, that belongs to my-" you try to object to which soldier respond by sipping the coffee loudly. "-co-worker.."

"You said something?" You gave him a look but shrugged and decided to just brush it aside. You kneel down to pick up the things that dropped earlier, and shortly after he came next to you helping picking up the stationeries. As he checks around, from a distant, he notices a small envelope beneath the table and retrieves it before scanning the back and front of it.

As you're sorting out the papers, he places the envelope infront you, "beep, you have one new message." With a voice trying to imitate a robot. You stared at it before you took it and thanked him. You observe it briefly thinking it may be a letter from a colleague, but you became puzzled upon learning that the letter was something you've never seen or received before, yet it has your name on it. "What is it?" Soldier asks, seeing your confused look. "Oh it's nothing, i just don't remember ever getting this from anyone."

"Ohhh, maybe it's a letter from a ghost?" He jokingly said, making a hand gesture. You shaked your head, "Pft, obviously not silly. I must've forgotten about it somehow, I'll just look into it later." You put down the envelope and walked to the drinks cabinet and brew yourself a cup of matcha tea. While stirring the cup, soldier walks towards you holding the coffee pot on one of his hands and a plastic cup in the other. He tilted his head a little seeing your drink. "You like matcha tea?"

"Mhm, it helps me stay awake during overtime."

"I can't really understand why you enjoy that, it tastes bitter." "Have you ever tried it before?" "Yes of course i did."

"Well then, guess we simply have different taste in drinks." "Affirmative."

Drizzling slowly escalated into downpour ringing clearer as you both drink in silence before he says a trivial thing that led you two into a good deal of time of random talks and playful bickerings which ended up making you two stay at the office longer than intended.

I don't mean to be complacent with the decision you made, but why?

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Monday, October 21, 1968

1:43 AM

"─Increasing clouds, with a low round 26. Breezy wind between 15 and 20 mph. And a similiar day tomorrow with only a few patches of rain across the middle and southern side of the midlands with infrequent amounts of sunshine during the day."

"The same can be said for Wednesday, Thursday and Friday as the weather gradually improves with more sunshine and less cloud rains clouds hovering across the sky."

"However the temperatures increases significally over─"

The meteorologist was interrupted the poor radio reception signals caused by the storm and is swiftly replaced with static noises.

You stared tiredly at the cup of your favorite tea on your hand. Watching as small stirring formed in the drink, with your vague reflection staring back. You were briefly lost in a chain of thoughts as your mind think back about a certain someone.

You look up to stare at the dark and rainy view behind the window that was partly covered by the blinds. You bring the cup closer and drink slowly, the warm drink gradually soothes your nerves to which you let out a small sigh to. You look back at the window, expecting to have nothing much to look at.

Until Your whole body suddenly tense when your gaze fall upon a black figure stiffly standing in the rain.

Despite the fact you couldn't see their eyes, you could just feel it's intense stare.

You tried holding eye contact with it for as long as you could, not even blinking, fearing you might miss it. You're unsure what to do, as if on cue however, a car drove past in a fast speed, driving through a puddle and splashing them and within a bat of an eye, they were gone.

Quickly placing down your tea, you ran closer to the window opening the blinds so you could take a better view and placing one of your hands on the cold window. Looking left and right, checking spontaneously, you furrowed your brows slightly and pinch the bridge of your nose. Feeling a little foolish for thinking that there was anybody outside in the middle of a rainstorm.

You turn to look at the ticking clock on the wall, just realizing that it's already practically morning. Maybe it's the best to go home and take some sleep now.

In the back of my mind

You died

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Sunday, November 3, 1968

10:31 AM

"Code 8, request for backup to Lazarus Funerals chapel, Chief was shot and the culprit is getting away!"

"10-4, Affirmative. Help's on the way. Make sure to vacant the area and restraint anyone from coming near."

"─10-1, this 177, i wasn't be able to receive- what the hell is going on?"

"There had been several reports about an attack happening in Governor Jules Archibald's funeral and shortly after, a presumed assassin emerge from the coffin and starts shooting people."

"Hold on, isn't that where your friend was attending to?"

"You mean that bozo? Heard he was just tryna cause trouble for us."

You stayed quiet, gritting your teeth. stepping on the pedal harshly in silent anger, wanting to get over this as soon as possible.

Earlier on, you'd heard the breaking news announcing Jules Archibald's passing and shortly afterwards, an agent reached out to you informing about Jules's funeral. Though it was like he was essentially bringing up more about soldier. You weren't sure what that agent is up to, but your mind wasn't focusing on that as you were more concerned about jane.

Ever since he was assigned to work alongside a private detective, you two barely were be able to talk to each other. During a few of your calls with him, he'd always update you about his work with the detective and other sector.

Which you'd obviously be happy for him, if it wasn't for the fact how at times he'd sound questionably troubled. One time he'd tell you about a rather alarming task that he was told to undertake and when you question it later, he'd confusingly and jokingly ask you what you're talking about.

You've brushed it aside since he kept ensuring you that he was doing well.

But now your suspicion amplified with these recent events that just somehow has a tie led on jane. You really don't want to doubt him, yet in the back of your mind you just know that something bad is going on.

And you're determined to find out the truth.

At last, you've reached the location, practically abandoning your car and ignoring the rain as you ran to the street, seeing cars crashing to each other and several bodies laying around. You cringed internally at the sight as you kept running until you've reached the chapel.

You pant and slowed down as you saw some police officers who had also just arrived to examine the crime scene. While you became distracted at the bloody scene. Blood splattered on the wall against the podium table with a body laying beside the opened casket. Though you recover quickly and looked around the place hoping to see a familiar face, to no avail.

"Hey!" A annoyed voice called and you swiftly turn your head towards the man. "What are you doing? you look like a damn lost puppy, just what are you even looking for?"

"I was just searching for someone." "Well that person is likely dead now, not that i care much. Where are the rest of the unit? They are supposed to be here by now." "They're on their way, sir." The officer sigh obviously irritated. "Whatever. Make yourself useful and help the others outside or something." You lowly nodded and he walked past you while muttering in low tone.

You took as many evidences as you could get, checking for any cameras placed nearby that could possibly help and interrogate bystanders. One was be able to take pictures of one of the gunmen, and when you paid close attention, you were capable of seeing the other gunmen on some pictures. You stared at photographs in bewilderment as you constantly compare those with a clear picture of jane. Sure most of these are rather blurry but you couldn't exactly deny the resemblance between the two men.

You brought back the proofs and documents with you back to the office to begin dicussing with your co-workers and forming speculations. With this in mind, you decided to try to call jane, hoping that he in some way would answer. No respone. You tried once again. No respone.

You began dialing the number every now and then, yet it remain having the same result again and again. Numerous wanted posters of him was printed and plastered around the street.

Some time passed by, with little new informations discovered it's making it difficult for you to find out what really happended. Which over time has began pressuring you. You know that you couldn't stay forever doing this, so slowly you start to drop it little by little and try to continue with your life.

And i didn't even cry, no not a single tear

And i'm sick of waiting patiently for someone that won't even arrive

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Thursday, December 7, 1968

5:00 AM

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

Your sleep was suddenly interrupted as you groan and mindlessly extended your arm to reach the alarm, pushing every other thing aside. Finally slamming the noisy machine a few times to stop, you stayed in the same position for a moment and huff, forcing yourself to sit up straight with some struggles.

It's been a month since the incident with jane still on the loose. Some theorize that he must've somehow got killed one way or another because apparently they believed it shouldn't have taken this long for the authorities to find him, which you find clearly absurd.

You took a deep breath, deciding to stop thinking and let yourself to relax today. Starting your day with your usual routines and doing a few things such as cooking simple foods and preparing yet another cup of your favorite tea.

Pouring hot water into the cup while humming a melody, you placed down the kettle and sat down, drinking the tea.

When all of a sudden there was a few knocks on the front door that made you nearly choke on your drink and you look at the door. You weren't expecting anyone to come today, so this got your curiousity.

You stand before the door, your hand hesitatingly float just a few inches from the doorknob before finally turning open the door, making a click sound.

You weren't sure who you assume would come but certainly not-

"..Jane?"

You stared at the man infront you in utter disbelief.

He was also seemingly taken aback at your reaction, shifting to stand up straight on reflex. With wide eyes you look up and down at him, he's standing in a rather awkward way and wears his easily recognizable blue jacket which was smudged with some stains and dirts on it aswell as his helmet. You were still gawking before he spoke up almost lowly, "Hey.." giving a small wave.

As your mind is still processing everything, you moved yourself aside from the door as a silent gesture for him to come in. He steps inside as you look around the outside before locking the door again.

"Uh, you can take a look around a little first, i- need to do something real quick." You stammer still in disbelief. He nodded, seemingly acknowledging the awkward tension between two of you. You walk fast to the bathroom, closing the door as you lean on the door still feeling overwhelmed hence you're unsure how to react to his sudden appearance.

You gaze at the mirror and stare at your nervous reflection, listening to the faint mumurs of voices arguing in your head. You closed your eyes, frustrated and perplexed. After pondering for a little longer you decided that it's probably the best if you try to listen to jane's side of the story to really understand what ever is going now right now. You have a feeling there's going to be alot to unravel.

Going back to the living room, you found him staring at one of the picture frames hanging on the wall of you and your colleagues. Hearing the door click he spun around and you interject.

"Do you want me to get you another clothes?" You offered, and he took a last glance at the picture before nodding. You walked closer to him and hold out your hand and he takes off the jacket and hands it to you, then you toss it into the laundry hamper and went to fetch some unused clothes you had in store as precaution.

"Hey, Jane?" You called out, "I've prepare some hot water and towels for you to use in the spare room." You gave him the necessity and leading him to the said room.

You weren't sure if he had already ate breakfast yet, so just to be sure, while waiting you heat up and prepare the food you cooked earlier and washed the dirty clothes. After he returned you proffer to which he accepted and thanked you in a monotone voice before you two sat and eat in silent.

When you glanced up at him, you were met with a stoic and an almost emotionless face. He kept his gaze down and you could almost swear you never saw him blink.

Throughout the day, you two kept a distance. Occasionally he'd come up to you and ask some specific questions about your early life and friends which you hesitantly answered whilst choosing your words. In an attempt to lighten up the mood a little, you showed him several old collection of yours and recalling some good and bad memories, simultaneously engaging himself aswell.

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You drowsily walked down the corridor and yawned, feeling slightly annoyed having to get out of bed to get snack. The faint drizzling rain still audible from the outside.

Finally reaching the kitchen, you grabbed some random available ingredients you had in your fridge and without having to think much, you made a quick work with it.

Just as you sat down and began eating, your eyes suddenly landed on a shadowy figure sitting outside the porch. You tilted your head and took another bite of the snack before you stood up.

"Jane?" He suddenly turned stiff before he turns his head and sees you. "Oh, hello." He greeted.

"What are you doing outside? It's cold and it looks like it's about to rain any minute now." You asked, feeling a little worried. "Just enjoying the view is all." He answered. Your hands held loosely on the door as you thought for awhile, shifting your attention from him to the cloudy and dark sky before returning back to him.

"Hm. Well, i made a snack and uh, tea. Would you like some?"

"Sure."

You took the light food and drinks onto a small tray and carried it outside. You sat down next to him and placed the tray between the two of you and took your piece. He held the mug in his hand and looked at the content then pulled his eyes up from the drink to look at you munching on your snack. "Chamomile milk tea. It's good for relaxation." You remarked. He blinked and you added, "don't worry, it's pretty sweet."

Finally deciding to listen, he took a few sip and you watched as his eyes slowly lit up with delight at the taste. You sold a small laugh at his reaction as he drink more and let out a contented sigh. Still feeling sleepy while chewing on your food, your eyes and mind drifted off briefly. "I'm sorry."

Your eyes shot open at those two words, and you snapped your attention at jane. His gaze avoided yours and instead looked down at his mug. Waiting for a further explanation and given none, you frowned with confusion. What does he mean by that?

He open his mouth with no words coming out before closing his mouth again and letting out a tired heavy sigh and closed his eyes for a moment. Seemingly having a terrible mental debate over what to tell. You turn away a little and lowered your head, wondering and worrying to what had happen to cause such a change in him..

"I.. i'm not jane." He suddenly stated in a low voice.

At that, your head perked up and looked back at him, slightly raising one eyebrow and squinting. Feeling like you're given even more questions rather than answers. He checks for your reaction and took a deep breath, "i'm not him." He stated once again, firmly.

"I killed him."

A look of alarm appeared on your face as you continued to stare at him, mouth agape. Your cup almost fell off your grasp before he began talking again. "Conagher slaughterhouse. Jules. There was a copying machine. He.. there were numerous copies of him. And i destroyed it all." He paused. "And it was cold. That's.. that's what cyclops feels like." He stares at his hands, and you followed his gaze. His hand is visibly trembling. Air hitched in his throat the longer he stared thus he covered his face with his hands and sobbed.

Your face switched immediately to worry once again, and you slide closer to him by instinct and raised your hand to put it on his shoulder to provide little comfort.

"I'm sorry, i've been lying to you. I don't deserve your help. I've been making you worry too much for someone you love who's dead. Replaced by me, another cheap clone of endless one." Despite your disturbed self, you felt your heart crumble upon seeing his terrified face that was now visible as his helmet was slightly slid up.

A single tear rolled down his distress yet still stoic face and you gave him a side hug. He tensed up for a moment and words were stuck in his throat before closing his eyes and slowly accepting your gesture and hugging you tightly. You could hear his sniffling right above your ear, accompanied by warm tears that intensified dropping on your shoulder.

You weren't be able to fully comprehend the whole situation yourself. Your mind is still stunned by the newfound information that your friend who you had been searching for a lengthy time now, fell out to be a clone, and that the real one is already long gone. You could easily think this must've been some sort of sick joke or that he was seriously losing his mind.. yet, his trembling body in your arms holding you tightly struggles to convice you to believe that pointless idea.

"It's not your fault." You whispered under your breath. And the two of you sat there under the awning as the rain increases very so slightly. truthfully you never exactly liked the rain and so does he. But it's always raining.

I can't believe i had said it

But it's true

@redamoureux

[writingsofwesteros]

Aemond looking at the pap photos of Nora and muttering curses to himself at the comments "for fucks sake"

He searches the journalist who published them and sends his profile to Otto in seconds. He would take care of this for them as always. He didn't need any doubts to be pushed onto his nora.

His mind is taken off of the invasive shit his sister always has to go through by an alert of his phone. Links from Helaena with the words "how vile can people be?" One of Nora with headline "Can the party princess actually be a mother?" And one opinion article made of Stev with a headline "Another woman reduced to a breeding machine and a sex toy"

Otto taking care of business, we STAN

Pft stupid headlines that Aemond makes sure are soon scrubbed from existence; he wont have Nora and Stev upset

[an-au-blog]

Thinking about Shuggy college au and got to thinking about the relative ages of other characters and now I’m thinking of end of High school aged Frobin. Robin is that loner goth girl turned popular goth girl that is still seen as a bit odd but she’s smart and helpful and has a slightly morbid sense of humor that just endears her to her classmates. Franky is that loud jock who comes to school in way too short shorts even when the weather doesn’t permit for it. You’d think he’s a huge dumbass from the way he acts sometimes but he actually knows a lot of stuff and gets decent grades and is pretty nifty with machines (Also sometimes babysitting his kid neighbor Usopp and teaching him how to not hit his thumb with a hammer). Both of them having this kind of „end of a slow burn“ relationship where Franky is trying to gather his nerves and tell his long term friend that he has feelings for her and it’s completely fine if she doesn’t, but also she’s going to move to college after the end of this school year and he’s afraid about what that means for them and not to mention he’s „smart“ but Robin is like „SMART smart“ and is going to study history and oh GOD what if this is the thing that makes them loose contact and Oh god, oh no, oh fuck.

… probably ends with her just spontaneously taking his hand and asking HIM out, completely oblivious that he has been fretting over this for almost an entire school year. Just felt like the right thing to do to her. A decision she made right that moment.

I... I never really calculated her years in the college au and at first I thought, pft, she won't be that old but then... like she IS around 10/11 years older than Luffy and assuming he's around 5/6 she'd be in her last years of school omg D:' I'm supposed to be good at math how did I not see this???

Also you have no idea how happy I am, this is my first frobin ask I was so happy when I saw it and then my happiness doubled because it's the college au hahaha :')

If I haven't given you a name, can I call you Franon? Or Fronan?? (haha cuz frobin + anon...)

(Edit: by the time I was halfway through writing this post, I realized I've written an entire subplot lol':))

Robin is definitely that weird kid in school that's a bit too smart for her own good and most teachers just think she's a smartass. The type that even though she moved schools and now she's pretty (and still a bit weird, just hides it better), she still has the outcast mentality. She doesn't know how to be herself and she definitely doesn't know what to do, react or even comprehend that someone wants to be friends with her. Let alone to be interested in her romantically.

Franky on the other hand is so outgoing because he's so weird. People will see him in a blizzard in his short shorts and sunglasses and go "how the heck are you not cold". He'd respond with "oh, I'm freezing! I have a parka and two cotton shirts under there!" and people would laugh along. The type to high-five and greet random people he's talked to once as if they've been friends for ages. I feel like he'd also kinda be the class clown but in a somewhat respectful way. There's a meme about someone calling Prometheus a mad lad and then Hermes a Chad, and I feel like that would be his vibe.

Also, I'm sorry Fronan/Franon, but I'm absolutely stealing the idea that Franky babysits Usopp and they have fun arts and crafts type of bonding. He'll need it for the stuff I've been planning for him and Yasopp >:]]]

Everyone assumes he's a moron, but it's until Robin sees him in one of his extracurricular advanced classes that she realizes he's not only smart but funny and fun to be around. It turns out that they also have a lot in common and quickly become friends.

Also him overthinking it and her asking him out is so on brand imo and I absolutely love it. And maybe here comes into play the fact that he's so friendly with everyone so he automatically assumes people like him so he doesn't know what signs for romantic feelings look like? And how she doesn't think anyone could like her in that way? I can imagine him trying to talk himself out of it because she's going places and what could he give her to make her be with him anyway. While she's sitting next to him already planning a schedule for their talks for their long distance relationship.

And of course, their long distance relationship works very well. They both love each other so much they try their best to have at least two or three nights to talk. In fact, their relationship has a very strong foundation of getting to know each other because of the physical separation.

Or so I'd like to think hehe :')

[thelittlepoetprincess]

[SFW] 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 [Bloomic Spoilers]

Finally, the day you were waiting for. The ever-elusive half-day at your corporate office. You waited anxiously, eyes studying the clock as the hands slowly ticked along. The energy in your usually monotonous, simple office was different, charged with a strange air of excitement. The coffee machine was empty, the paper neatly organized, and everyone synchronized in excitement to escape at 11 o'clock and have the rest of the day to themselves. Even the usual office grumps seemed to be a little more agreeable. The clock clicked to that fated time, the office suddenly buzzing to life as everyone gathered their things to leave while the managers bid everyone a good day politely. You bolted out of the building, taking in the crispy autumn air with gleeful delight. You've always been a fall person, enjoying the orange and red leaves, the chilly air, and the caramel apples… speaking of which, your favorite pop-up stand should have swapped over to their fall treats by now. You found yourself going straight there after work, happily texting your lover about what he wanted before you bumped into someone. You immediately began a string of apologies as you stepped back, eyes on the ground before looking up to your boyfriend chuckling at you.

"Whoa there, angel, you have to start looking when you're going."

"Quest?!" You said his old discord name in surprise, as you find yourself doing out of habit when caught off guard by him. He found it adorably amusing. Michelango repeatedly attempts to dive into your arms excitedly, though the pup couldn't do much against your toned lover.

"Seems you and I had the same idea. I was trying to surprise you after work with your favorite but this one got held up at the groomers because he refused to leave." He gestured to Michelangelo, kneeling beside your pet to play roughhouse with him. He looked up when his number was called. "Ah, wait here, I have a surprise for you."

He returned from the booth with two cups: hot chocolate for himself a warm apple cider for you, and two straws so you could sneak some of his hot chocolate. The special treat was a fresh pumpkin cheesecake scone, your guilty pleasure for such a day. "Surprise!"

He laughed softly, as he allowed you to take the cups from his gloved hands. It gave him a special kind of joy to see you smiling so much, even as the cool wind nipped at your nose. "Today is a special day so I have everything planned already, Angel. I have your favorite shoes in the car waiting for you already. You'll need them but enjoy this first."

You bit into the still-warm scone, reveling as the white chocolate and pumpkin flavors danced on your tongue. The scone was soft and perfectly crumbly. Quest watched you with adoration in his cyan eyes before wrapping his scarf around your neck, it smelt like apples and cinnamon. It seemed he'd changed his cologne recently to reflect the festive mood. "Don't give me that look."

"What look?" Quest asked as he pressed a series of loving kisses on your temple and forehead before walking beside you, pulling your hand in his pocket. The three of you walked together to the familiar navy blue SUV parked nearby. Quest held the door open for you while the sliding door allowed your spoiled fur baby to hop in the back seat. You were briefly covered in sloppy dog kisses before he sat back and behaved himself when Quest got in.

"You always get this sideways smirk when you have something special planned."

"Pft. I do not!" His voice slightly raised a pitch before the two of you laughed together. That's when you noticed the picnic basket in the back of the car alongside a cooler, Quest winked playfully and started the car before the three of you set off toward your destination. Car rides always made you sleepy, and given you'd topped off on apple cider, a scone, and half of Quest's hot chocolate with the addition of the perfectly set heater you were out within minutes. Quest drove carefully to avoid waiting for you, oftentimes stealing glances at you or stroking your cheek gently.

Quest stopped the car at the destination, getting out first and setting up first while you slept peacefully. Your dreams were hazy mixes of you swimming in cider while Onion screamed at you to get out of his pot before you slowly were stirred away by the cold air brushing on your face. When you came to the sun was peeking through the trees, red, orange, and yellow leaves falling down like rain. The scent of his apple cologne flooded your nose, though it was pleasantly mixed with the smell of the park. Quest was carrying you bridal style but had a hand on Michealgo's leash as he trotted beside him. "Good morning, Angel."

He spoke lovingly, pressing a kiss on your forehead while you blinked in awe. It was like a scene from a movie: a perfectly set-up picnic with a pile of leaves just beside the blanket. Given how rosy Quest's cheeks were he'd been working on the set-up for a bit. You couldn't help but shower him in kisses while he carried you, the two of you giggling along. You wiggle out of his embrace, enjoying the walk through the city's forest park hand in hand. "Oh, you didn't have to do this, Quest."

"I know, but I wanted today to be special for you and us. A half-day of work is to be celebrated." He stroked your knuckles with his thumb, trying to warm up your hands with his own. He guided you to the picnic blanket, letting you get settled in while he played with Michelangelo to try and offset that endless energy he seemed to have. You giggle as Michelangelo dove at Quest, knocking the gentle giant over before covering him in kisses.

"Angel! Ha, our son is attacking me!" He teased out while waving his arms before Michelangelo spotted you and bolted over. With a swift dive, you tumbled back with the black American bully into the large pile of leaves with a laugh. Quest came jogging up and he picked up a squirming Michelangelo before getting pulled back down into the leaves with you. You laughed at his disheveled appearance: ruffled black hair, misaligned glasses, and a half-tugged-off jacket. Leaves decorated his hair and body like jewelry and it took you a while to pick them all off. "Well then, was this a good date, Angel?"

"10/10, wouldn't trade it for the world, my love."

[akascow]

im pretty sure i never finished editing this and putting all my thoughts into it but its been in my drafts for like a month and i cannot delete it bc i spent too long on it im just scared to post it because i dont wanna upset anyone but im tired of it being in my drafts so im just posting it with a single tag and running pft i know if i actually reread it i'll just keep adding thoughts and itll never get finished so im gonna not look over it HAHA

its basically me ranting about other people being upset over "some s2 plot points were unnecessary" and how a lot of it was actually needed for the story so if u dont think youd like reading maybe just scroll idk

that type of mindset is so silly bc when u think about it for more than 2 seconds, the arcane team spent porbably over THREE YEARS animating and storyboarding and doing the best they could to 'wrap up' what was supposed to be an entire THREE SEASON ARC into NINE episodes

i GUARANTEE they agonized over not only EVERY LITTLE DETAIL they felt was necessary to the story BUT ALSO painstakingly animating said little details BECAUSE IT WAS NECESSARY TO INCLUDE IN THE STORY

like obviously its fine to dislike how it turned out i know not everyone will like it as much as i did and thats totally fine however just because u didnt totally like how things went over doesnt mean it was unnecessary kjdlskjfd

and im not saying s2 is completely perfect and therefore unable to be touched by criticism. theres some scenes even i dont care for when i rewatch it, same as s1, but theyre still important to the story nonetheless lol

i keep seeing this👇🏻 complaint and idk its getting to me a lil lmao

‘ishas death was pointless it didnt change anything’ did we miss the part where jinx got so depressed that she tried to blow herself up (CHARACTER DEPTH) and she finally got to talk with silco and ended up helping in the fight bc of what he n ekko said (PLOT PROGRESSION) and jinx let go of vi so that vi could finally let go of powder (CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT)

also since when did a character death have to always mean smth HAHA just because she didnt actually kill vander doesnt make it pointless💀💀 it was important to hers and jinx’s character: smth smth like isha sacrificing herself for someone she loves, and jinx watching someone someone she loves and deeply connects with sacrificing themselves for her even if she probably thinks she herself is not worth saving,, (i think idk lmfao)

and it also helps to catalyst viktors machine herald form bc singed takes and merges him with vanders beast (the beast is like lowkey dead after she blasts him so like,, theres that too) the show is very centered around the snowballing/domino effect of one thing leading to another to another to another and so on and so forth.

"jinx vi cait sevika and isha couldve just left" isha gets scared as she watches jinx thrown to the ground and noxian soldiers inch in on her with spears. what isha did saved jinx's life because ambessa was determined to kill jinx too. it didnt kill vander but it immobilized him enough as well as the surrounding soldiers so that the fighting would stop and our mc's could escape

jinx joins the fight in the end because of what ekko says and how she connects it with isha. "no matter what happened in the past, its never too late to build something new, someone worth building it for" which presumably means fighting to fix the future of the two cities i think idk

its fine to be sad about her death obviously but lets not pretend the rest of the show didnt happen lmfao... it would be pointless if literally no one reacted at all but thats very much the opposite of what we saw HAHA... and it probably felt like she got pushed to the side never to be mentioned again (bc no one ever mentions her again HAHA) but u can clearly see how tired and Over It jinx was after isha dies, and how it helped her finally let go so everyone else can move on. like no one mentions her but jinx incorperates parts of isha into her airship decorations (bunny ears on the balloon, shart teeth from her hat on the turbine, designs on her goggles on the windows) and she wears the same pink face paint that isha did

also we just wouldnt have that beautiful montage of isha and jinx in her final moment if it wasnt meant to be important lol

but yeah u gotta remember how much the writers had to fit into s2 in order to get a decent ending lmao

[hospitalequipmentsproviders]

Pulmonary functioning testing (PFT) is a set of noninvasive examinations that are used to gauge how well a patient’s lungs are working. This is significant in the analysis and treatment of those with breathing diseases. Read more.

[panfluidme]

Twins of Chaos

Master Post, Chapter Ten

CHAPTER ELEVEN: STOLEN FROM HER HOME

Zack sat in the living room with Ben, playing a game on his phone. Ben had turned the news on for background noise as he read over the script for his newest role. 

There was nothing out of the ordinary.

"Last night, author of books such as The Outsider, S.E.M. Salevich, has gone missing. She was last entering her house. The security cameras were disabled shortly before the time of her disappearance," the reporter on the TV said, catching Ben's attention. "The police are currently trying to find her and figure out why she has been taken. It's unknown, as of now, who the kidnapper is. Keep an eye out and stay safe out there. We don't know what this person's goal is or if they'll strike again."

Ben shut the script book, blinking slowly. "Zack, did you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"Salevich went missing last night."

"Suzie? What happened?"

"They don't know. She went home, cameras cut out, and now she's gone."

Zack frowned and set his phone aside. "That's not good. Why would they take Suzie? She lives a pretty normal and quiet life."

"I know! I don't understand why someone would take her." Ben frowned. "I don't have a good feeling about this."

"Maybe you could talk to Josh. He always seems to know about a lot more stuff than he lets on."

Ben chuckled. "Josh knows basically everything! I'll go talk to him now."

With that, Ben went to the 'hobbit hole' (as Ben had dubbed it) in which Josh usually spent his time. It really was just the garage that Josh had made into a makeshift lab.

"Joshie~" Ben sang when he came in.

"What?"

"You know Suzie E. M. Salevich?"

"I've heard of her. Why?"

"Have you heard that she went missing? It's possible that she got kidnapped."

"Any signs of her getting killed?"

"Not that I've heard." Ben hopped onto the desk, swinging his legs. "Think you can hack into her cameras and see if you can see who took her?"

"I can try." He came out from under the machine he was working on. He wiped the grease on his shirt. "I'm just going to need the camera so I can get the footage."

"Pft. I can get that for you, no hay problema."

"I have no doubt in your abilities. Just don't get caught, okay?"

Ben saluted him. "Sir, yes, sir!"

"Eye roll. Just go."

"Got it, Dee." Ben left the garage, ducking out to the backyard. 

He jumped over the fence then took off running toward Salevich's place. She didn't live too far away from the Johnson twins and Zack, only living six houses away. Salevich and Zack were close, have been since childhood. She had been so excited when she heard that Zack was moving into her neighborhood.

Pressing his cloaking brooch, Ben turned into his natural form. He loved the way it felt to be in his actual state. It felt normal.

Leo slowed his pace, seeing the cops that swarmed the place. That was going to make things a little more difficult, but nothing he couldn't handle. He was trained to be a ninja. Meaning, he could easily sneak past them and snag a camera.

Carefully, he snuck to the crime scene. Leo grabbed a rock and threw it forward. Several cops grabbed their guns and went to investigate. Leo took that opportunity to yank out a camera then bolted away.

He jumped over the fence and ran through backyards to get back to his own place. Leo pressed the brooch then reentered the garage.

"Got it!" he shouted triumphantly as he put it onto the desk in front of Josh.

"Great. I'll get to work. Keep Zack distracted. I have a bad feeling about this, and I'd rather him not get in the way."

Ben nodded and turned on his heels. He opened the door then paused. He looked back. "Good luck, DonTron." 

Chapter Twelve

[geaesaekki]

An anonymous fax is sent to Mara, the paper slowly rising from the machine as word per word, it describes a particular bar where another ‘exchange’ is about to occur. These days vigilantes are out and about in town, playing detectives: some out of their own genuine feelings, some with experiences coming from their own blood relatives who have passed or gone missing, while some - well just for the fun of it. Thus it has been hard to justify the source of this - could it be a decoy for the female detective, and if it is, would she have fallen for it? The thing she would have to notice, however, is the mention of a particular cult being involved - that would mean a higher and bigger organization other than their falling police force is behind these all? How much would she trust this anonymous tip..? (Hi, this is pretty random from a random fan :> pft, I missed you so take this however you’d like. Have fun in your trip in the meantime.)   

Mara stands in the dimly lit office, the fax machine as the only sound breaking the silence. She watches the paper slowly creeping out, each word materializing like a message from another world. The room smells faintly of old paper and stale coffee, the usual scent of a late-night shift that had stretched on far too long. The streets has been basking in grand masterminds of crime lately, yes, the city itself is rotting from the inside in the way the detective has never seen before. She has been staring at her case files for hours, unsolved cases, rises of terrorist groups, gang wars, mass kidnapping and whatnot. A mess. This fax, an anonymous tip on one of those cases might be the best thing to happen to her these days. The words describe a bar. Not just any bar, though— a place she knows by name, one frequented by the kind of people who spoke in whispers and dealt in shadows. Her mind races. Another exchange. Her fingers twitches as she reaches for her phone, tempted to call for her newly assigned partne but then the detective hesitates. An anonymous tip like this could easily be a trap, a way to lure her into a dark alley where no one would hear her scream or... from someone who knows exactly who she is, what she does and hence, didn't send the tip to just anybody but Detective Lim herself. Yes, the mention of the cult changes everything : bigger, more dangerous, too. Mara’s jaw clenches as she considers her options. Trust is a luxury she can rarefly afford, but neither was ignoring a potential lead. This fax might be her only shot at getting closer to the truth. But it also feels too easy, too convenient. She had learned the hard way that nothing in this city is ever what it seems. Fuck it. She grabs the fax and folds it neatly, tucking it into her coat pocket. She is no stranger to walking into the lion’s den after all. She's going.

[blueengland-ocposting]

OWOBALL: Heyy Mimic! MIMIC: Oh! ...Woball. MIMIC: What's up? OWOBALL: The ceiling. MIMIC: Pft hahaha. OWOBALL: It wasn't that funny. MIMIC: I like to laugh at things! OWOBALL: Okay.

[OwOball walks inside the room, looking at the various machines lying around. Most are incomplete.]

OWOBALL: ...Does he ever do anything other than build this stuff? MIMIC: I mean- OWOBALL: Other than work at the cafe. MIMIC: That's still two things. OWOBALL: ...Yeah, okay, I guess it is. MIMIC: Why are you here? OWOBALL: I... really just wanted to talk to someone who I knew, you know? OWOBALL: There's so many strange people on this floating island... MIMIC: Yeah, you can say that again.

[The weirdos turn towards the door as it swings open again, POKÉMAN walking in holding the broken body of BREACHED.]

MIMIC: AH! POKÉMAN: We need The Inventor to fix.

[Their voice was double. Two distinct voices layered on top of eachother, both with slightly different tones.]

OWOBALL: W- what the hell are you...? POKÉMAN: What am I?

[POKÉMAN dropped the BREACHED onto the floor.]

POKÉMAN: I don't know what am I. POKÉMAN: What am I...?

[POKÉMAN walked out of the room, seemingly contemplating their existence.]

OWOBALL: Uhh... MIMIC: I... MIMIC: Um, I'm gonna try fixing that robot guy they dropped. OWOBALL: You don't know a thing about inventions like those. MIMIC: I might not know much, but I have been watching Copy-Cat do some work lately! MIMIC: It can't be that hard anyways, just some wires and stuff in the wrong place. MIMIC: And a new screen...

[im-a-matt-girl]

matt fic where matt meets this girl at a bowling alley or smt after leaving his friends and brothers and sees this girl looking at the pool table and he starts to get flirty w her, doing like a bet thing, "if i win, u buy me a gumball from that machine but if you win, i'll buy u a gumball" buttt the gumball machine doesnt work so he says that he'll make it up w a dinner and she rolls her eyes and blushes but agrees

"Pool"

I'm eyeing the pool tables, wishing that someone would play with me. It's super fun, and I'm actually pretty good at it.

"Wanna match?" I hear a masculine voice say.

I look up from the table, and I see you: a thin, dark-haired, handsome guy with striking eyes and immaculate bone structure. How could I possibly say "no?"

"Sure," I smirk.

"How good are you?" you ask me.

I shrug. "I'm decent."

"Hmm," you hum, putting a finger to your chin. "How much you wanna bet I'm better than you?"

I raise an eyebrow. "I don't have any money…" I tell you.

"Oh, I'm not talking money," you clarify. "Let's see, um…" You look around the game room. "What about a gumball?" you say, pointing to the gumball machine in the corner. "If I win, you buy me a gumball. But if you win, I'll buy you one."

I laugh. "Okay, you're on," I say. "Let's shake on it."

So we shake hands. Your hand is surprisingly soft, yet your handshake is sturdy.

"Bet," you say. "I'll even give you first shot."

I break the rack, and one goes in.

"That was lucky," you sneer under your breath, smiling at me flirtatiously.

"Whatever you need to tell yourself to feel better," I retort.

It ends up being kind of a close game, but I end up winning, after all.

"You owe me a gumball," I say, pointing at you as the 8 ball goes into the pocket.

"That's fair," you nod.

We walk over to the gumball machine together. You put a quarter in, turn the handle and…

"It's stuck," you say. "God damn it."

"It's okay," reassure you. "I don't really care about the gumball. I had fun playing with you."

"A bet is a bet," you say with a sigh. "I guess I'll just have to take you out to dinner instead."

"Pft," I giggle. "Smooth."

"Are you free tomorrow night?" you ask me.

"Maybe," I shrug. "Depends on where you want to take me."

"Snapchat me," you tell me. "Put an 8 ball in the message, so I know it's you."

"Okay," I nod. "I'll see you tomorrow night, then?"

"So that's a 'yes'?"

I roll my eyes. "You're insufferable, you know that? I like it."

You bite your lower lip and start walking away. "See you tomorrow night," you say to me.

[the-arcade-doctor]

A lesser god infecting an old version of the GREEN MACHINE QUEST cabinet turns out to have accidentally predicted ZX's transness. /silly

pft- hell yeah!!