#World of the Coinless

[augment-techs]

couple headcanon prompts: expressing love/bad date/soulmates and Tommy/Jason or Coinless Jason/Drakkon?

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... Both. Both is Good.

Expressing Love:

Training together, performing weight challenges, running and running along the ocean from the first traces of morning light until they stop because one caused the other to laugh and trip or tumble over each other like bear cubs in a play fight wrestling match.

Sometimes it's with soft touches when the other isn't expecting in; after a bad battle, or a long fight, or a disagreement where neither of them were really right. Forehead touches and hugs from the back.

Bad Date:

They really have been fortunate not to have more than one--and that was mostly the result of placing an appointment at a really fancy restaurant and showing up after a torrential downpour had resulted in them both becoming sopping wet. The hostess wouldn't let them in when they started dripping water all over the lounge and then some assholes started slinging homophobic slurs their way in that tone and way that reminded Tommy of some shitty foster homes he'd been in.

They ended up gong back to Jason's place to change and just passing out in his bed together after drying off and wrangling some clean sleepwear out of his drawers that weren't too small from all the muscle that Jason could never seem to keep up with when buying clothes.

Soulmates:

One of the lovely rare soulmate types where an injury sustained by one is marked across the other in flowers or weeds. If the injury is like a broken bone or deep laceration that requires stitches, the flowers are permanent like tattoos. If the injury is a graze or a bruise or a nick, the weeds bloom and dry up. Keeping the buds in little mason jars and presenting them to the other soulmate on confirmation of the soul-bond is considered the height of romance.

Jason had a mason jar full of dandelions, daisies, thistles, ivy, and snowdrops that he handed to Tommy the second he saw a rosewood blossom tattoo along his shoulder in the same place Jason once had his dislocated. And Tommy actually cried until he's teleported to his home and back to give Jason the little tin he'd managed to hold onto in the group home; full of chicory and red sorrel.

Expressing Love:

Egregiously mocking pet names, aggressive fondling, pressing each other up against a wall at the first chance.

Ordering a literal feast in Jason's honor is sometimes something Drakkon will do, just because. But only after he's had Jason on a steady diet of too dry or too wet oatmeal and skim milk for two weeks; so Jason will actually eat the food like a starving animal instead of knocking off the table like a huffy cat.

Bad Date:

Could the entire time in which Jason was entombed inside the full-body prison while Drakkon cooed flirtations and lewd fantasies at him for a full year before getting bored and commissioning an entire wing of the palace to keep Jason before letting him out to perform head games and "proper courtship" qualify as a prolonged date?

Soulmates:

In a bit of insane irony, these two have the soul-tie in which one is unable to physically harm each other. Which makes for quite the party trick when Jason gets out of his prison cell and manages to knock out all the sentries coming for him and Drakkon can't do a thing about it except stalk him and remind Jason that he can still catch his cute little mouse.

Of course this sucks for Jason when he is caught and he can't kick, snap, or bite like he would be pleased to do. Especially when Drakkon pins him down to stick his tongue down his throat and make it pretty obvious from the line in his suit at the crotch that such activities are just a warm up.

(.....@ajgrey9647 was this you?)

[bayysart]

Ranger Slayer Kimberly my queen 💞💞💞 She honestly looks great with short hair! I’ll likely shade this later. :)

[skyland2703]

Now that I have access to good quality pictures of The Coinless #1, I believe I can give it a proper review~

SO LET'S GET STARTED!!

I'm gonna start with saying the art here was fucking gorgeous. And I’m not gonna cover the basic points, too many people already have. Just lil things that held MY attention, knowing all the plot twists and spoilers~

Does this mean Drakkon DID have public executions in the street??

Bulk/Kim crumbs!!! Bulk is such a Simp man. OHHH

and and and— he tells Skull everything. Every part of his day. And I think skull hears, Skull understands.

This might get a little out of order now, but

It’s so sad the way she sits here bundled up like this. It also melts my heart. And she misses Zack So MUCH. And the guilt is swallowing her whole.

SHE IS NOT YOURS—

You know what I’d be up to kill him too if I were in this world.

ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE MOMENT OTP DOUBLE TEAMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!! Please I love THIS SO MUCH.

Bro deserved this shot ngl.

…now why do you have this stowed away like this, huh jason? Are we keeping the trauma like a trophy?? Are you going to wear that when you leave your little recluse’s hut???

Untreated PTSD made worse by more incoming trauma. This guy got so fucked up and yet he finds a way for ME to be annoyed at HIM.

Baby. Baby. Babyyyyyyy. Ultimate himbo Simp. BBY!!

These women are in LOVE by the way. For the record. Just so you know. And every single scene they had deserved a post of its own because HHHHH

But this one in particular. They’re SOFT but they’re pretending to be so tough. They just need a HUG. That’ll fix like 99.9% problems.

Also does anyone remember what did happen to the scorpina of that universe??

This is so funny to me and I don’t even know why

Iconic shot. Could hear the BONK noise in the background.

Glad finster got this moment. Even if it was short lived~

Zack what are. You. Trying. To. Achieve. Why does he keep calling her out like this?? Like he's ridiculing her for what happened to HIM?! WHAT. IS. THIS.

Also does this mean we get lava zombie kim???

HE SAID HIS NAME HE SAID HIS NAME HE SAID—

oh he betrayed them.

oH buLk is hurt.

aSDFGH

Like i said, the art was GORGEOUS. Drakkon was annoying as fuck. I needed to punch him in every single shot he was in.

This feels like a potential redemption arc for him, and I don’t LIKE IT. I don’t like redemption arcs. 99.9% of them. They’re almost never done right.

Obviously, this COULD be something really good, but I feel like

Also the fact that all of the characters not explicitly mentioned are all zombies now saddens me beyond explanation. It somehow kills scope for fanfiction to me?

But on the bright side, Bulk’s development is some of the best of the BEST. He’s the glue that’s holding the team together, he’s also the guy who thought he’d never get this, the underdog, the guy who thinks he doesn’t deserve any of this, and yet, and yet in every interaction of the team, he shines through. He’s the one who’s holding them all together, even though his own world— aka skull— is collapsing.

and i hope we get more development for him.

And please please PLEASE can we have everyone turn back to normal when this shit ends?! These people need a goddamn break.

[skylandart]

I'll love you forever for a chibi coinless jason.... he's my baby so someone's gotta ask. He needs love too... lol

Chibi #15 is Coinless Jason for uuuuu :3

He deserves some happiness, no?? ;)

[azurezfiction]

A kiss that shouldn’t have happened + Boom! Power Rangers; Lord Drakkon and literally anyone you might like--dealer's choice ^^

Places for kissing | @augment-techs

"Fuck you."

Drakkon turns and gives a harsh, almost empty laugh with a head tilt. "Please do." He remarks, words dripped with bemusement and excitement. As he kicks a Zedstrinal away wit his foot. "Surprised that fool Zedd got new foot soldiers."

Jason gave Drakkon a flat look. "Like you're any better?"

"I at least have some form of creativity and imagination!" Drakkon snarks with a squawk in his tone. Docking, turning his blade around in the palm and jabbed backwards slicing another in half. "And at least I gave my foot soldiers a pension and benefits!"

"Wow. Sounds like a dream," Jason counters dryly.

"I'm evil. But I'm not an asshole to the people who I employee," Drakkon comments.

Jason snorts. That was the biggest damned lie he'd ever heard.

"Watch it!"

Drakon lunged past him and skewering another soldier before Jason had even realized. The intensity of their argument distracted him from noticing the enemy approaching from behind, before anything could be said. Drakkon grabbed Jason by the collar pulling him into a fierce, deep kiss.

The kiss had been intense that Jason almost felt himself from melting into it.

As the kiss ended, Jason put his arm to his lips jerking back at the cocky smile on Drakkon's face.

"I might not be half a good a kisser as your Tommy," Drakkon sneers satisficed. "But you are mine. No one is allowed to kill you but me!"

Jason grimaces slightly with a dark look. "Sure." He remarks coldly. "Whatever you say." He was no one's but himself. For now, Jason planned on letting on Drakkon do what was needed to defeat Zedd.

For now.

[ranger-ribbons]

"You don't have to be alone anymore." + World of the Coinless Jason, Kimberly & Bulk

This is also a piece you're gonna have to forgive me for, I don't know anything about them. We'll see where this gets us lol

~

Jason sits on a rock overlooking a small pond. He watches the water with critical, but haunted eyes. He wants, more than anything, for peace and quiet.

He's lucky he gets quiet.

Jason hears the screams again. He hears them even when his eyes are open. He hears them at night when the nightmares take hold. He hears them when his mind wanders and take him back to that fateful day everything changed.

Jason had been awake when Billy was killed. Contrary to the belief that he wasn't, and was therefore spared the pain of hearing Billy's death. Jason had heard. Jason had heard the sword stab Billy's chest, Jason had heard Billy's lungs fill with blood, Jason had heard Billy choke on his blood as it suffocated him, crawling up his throat to smother him. Jason had heard it all, and Jason can hear it when he's not distracted. The images of Billy dying, of Billy meeting his eyes as the light Jason had adored dimmed and was extinguished- those memories still haunt him, even all these years later.

Jason curses the day Tommy came to Angel Grove.

"Jase?" calls a familiar voice.

Jason doesn't turn, despite knowing who it was, and likely what they wanted.

"Hey, man, you okay up there?"

"Jason, please, come down."

Jason doesn't move. The screaming still echoes. Someone touches his shoulder and Jason reacts without thinking. He grabs the wrist and yanks, bringing Bulk into his vision.

"Whoa, hey!" Bulk says, "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

Kim comes up on Jason's other side. "Jase, it's okay," she says. "We're here. We know."

Because Kim had been there too, the day Billy died. Kim, just like Jason, can hear the screams as well. Unbidden, Jason's eyes fill with tears and he tries to hold them back. He feels like he's been handed a pamphlet that says, "Congratulations, you survived the war! Now live with the trauma!"

"Jase," Kim says. She kneels to his level, looking him in the eyes. Bulk squats to be below him, looming at him with eyes so soft, Jason almost can't believe Bulk ever bullied the Rangers back in school. "Jase, talk to us," Kim pleads.

"Please, Jason," Bulk adds.

Kim offers him a smile. Jason's emotions burst like a waterbaloon, and the tears come flooding down. Kim drags him into a hug, and Jason grips her dirt-stained jean jacket as if he'd float away if he didn't keep hold. Bulk wraps his arms around both of them and holds on just as tight.

Jason sobs, cries long and hard, pouring his grief into his tears and crying. The tears drip onto Kim's shoulder, but she says nothing. Rubbing his back, Kim hums a gentle song. She just sits there and lets him cry, lets him grieve. Bulk squeezes Jason's shoulder, says nothing. They both offer their gentle comfort and all the kindness this world will allow.

"It's okay, Jase," Kim whispers.

"You're alright, Jason," Bulk echoes.

"You don't have to be alone anymore."

~

@augment-techs

[madhare0512]

wearing the others' clothes so that it can at least feel like they're hugging them, even for just a moment + Boom! Comics Power Rangers/World of the Coinless; Red Sentry Skull~

Short one, apologies.

~

Skull doesn't say anything. He doesn't admit this to ANYONE, not even Park... but he misses Bulk a lot more than it seems he does. And he misses Billy even more than that.

Sometimes, late at night, when he knows no one will see, Skull will reach beneath his bunk and drag out a case from beneath his bed. Inside is a worn, black leather jacket that's too big for Skull and a blue sweater that's almost too small. He doesn't put on the sweater, too afraid to rip it or otherwise destroy it, but he slips on the leather, feeling the old material creak on his shoulders. Skull puts on the jacket and keeps the sweater in his lap and it feels like he's getting a hug.

If he wipes away tear tracks before the other sentries can see, that's his own business.

~

@augment-techs

[augment-techs]

Drakkon: So, spy boy, tell me your secrets.

Skull (tied up to a chair and looking vaguely bored): ...In Freshman year when I signed up to do a scene for a theater project and realized I had to do it shirtless right next to Jason; I realized my body wasn't even close to Jason's.

Drakkon (intrigued): ....And?

Skull: So I just ate every bit of chocolate in the mini bar.

Drakkon: ...And that helped you...how?

Skull (lifting his shoulders): I got to eat chocolate and witness Jason look so jealous about it.

Jason (from his own cell all the way down the prison block): I KNEW IT!!

[bayysart]

I am so sorry Bulk and Skull fans. orz Just there’s not enough angst of these two out there and I just… ya know had to do it. Skull is just uh… taking a nap and Bulk is giving him a big hug! And that’s just ketchup on Skull’s face. Totally not the alternative… Also can y’all guess what the posing composition here is inspired by? Hint is a painting from the Realism movement during the late 1800’s! The first person to guess it gets to request a drawing idk.

[augment-techs]

@ajgrey9647

"You can love a monster, it can even love you back, but that doesn't change its nature."

unknown / Mitski Cop Car / Catherynne M. Valente The Bread We Eat in Dreams / Jonny Bolduc Harsh Light / Margaret Atwood / Sylvia Plath Poem for a Birthday: Who / Anne Sexton Hansel and Gretel "The Complete Poems of Anne Sexton" / @/thymoss (tumblr) / unknown

i. unknown [ "I tip my head like a dog at the window. The outside world is so interesting, and I am not a part of it; I'm just witnessing." ]

ii. Mitski Cop Car [ "I get mean when I'm nervous like a bad dog / I get mean when I'm nervous like a bad dog ]

iii. Catherynne M. Valente The Bread We Eat in Dreams [ "I said: I could be a wolf for you. I could put my teeth on your throat. I could growl. I could eat you whole. I could wait for you in the dark. I could howl against your hair. ]

iv. Jonny Bolduc Harsh Light [ medical diagram of a dog. "Let the harsh light warm you / Let the harsh wind carry you away ]

v. Margaret Atwood [ "you dangle on the leash of your own longing; / your need grows teeth ]

vi. Sylvia Plath Poem for a Birthday: Who [ "Eaten or rotten. I am all mouth." ]

vii. Anne Sexton Hansel and Gretel [ I want to bite, / I want to chew, / I will eat you up. ]

viii. @/thymoss (tumblr) [ sketch of an animal with teeth surrounding the outside of its snout pointing away from it. "I will remove my teeth, for I want to remain kind despite my anger" ]

ix. unknown [ "I love you like a rotten dog, / I love you like my canines are falling out of my gums / Like a monster, like a beast / Like something not worth loving back" ]

[skyland2703]

Quietly just gonna slip a couple of these moodboard prompts in just for the fun of it:

Coinless Stone Canyon Trio~

HHHHH ALL I KNOW IS PAIIIINNNNNN—

[azurezfiction]

kissing in an abandoned building+ World of the Coinless Trini/Zack; boom! power rangers

Places for kissing | @augment-techs

It was strange… being back here.

Being back at Angel Grove High. Rather, what had been left of Angel Grove High. Ever since Drakon and Rita began their takeover of the planet, no place had been left untouched during battles. Not even schools. The one place that the Rangers had some form of normalcy away from being Rangers. That had been until Drakon decided to destroy it. Taking away a piece of their humanity alongside it.

Zack and Trini walked through the building, taking a look around. Looking for anything useful they could scavenge, and surveying around.

“I can’t believe it’s kinda still standing. You’d think it would have collapsed by now,” Zack remarks with a slight teasing smile.

Trini stops herself from snorting. “It must have been built of stronger stuff,” She comments non unkindly.

“You know…” Zack pauses and glances towards her. “We never really did get to go to Prom, dd we?”

A frown soon marred her features with narrowed eyes. Trini stopped mid-stride confusion settling in trying to decipher his words. Prom? That had been so long ago. She barely remembered it. Everything became hectic. Chaotic. Trying their best to survive and push through Drakkon’s ever growing army, none of them ever truly graduated from high school. Dedicated their life to the fight.

“Zack, I don’t….” Zack takes her hand gently, his gaze ever so soft. She had forgotten how gentle he could look. He carefully brushes his lips upon her hand.

“Shall we have our first dance while we have the chance?” “Zack I…” Trini felt her face burn and glanced away. Eyes sliding back. “I’m not sure…” “When will we ever get the chance?” Zack asks, his shoulder sagged. 

Trini finds himself smiling despite herself, catching the glimpse of mischief that danced within his eyes. “Okay,” She relents. “One dance. That’s it.”

“That’s all I need.” Zack says with a grin that reminded her of his younger self, and kissed her cheek.

Trini turned away attempting to hide the blush that grew. Perhaps coming here had been a blessing. And, a sign that they still carried hope inside.

[ranger-ribbons]

Whump Title Ask Game: World of the Coinless; Skull + "FABULOUS/almost too big/DEFINITELY too big/Fuckin' Sick Day/ER/27 Club/Now I'm just SKIPPING my next life"

Okay, so I've heard this used for NSFW, but for funsies, I'll go strictly sfw.

It's giving torture devices. It's givingggg various torture devices that Skull's had used on him during conditioning and training before he became a sentry. It's giving Skull telling someone (Adam) about the torture he's been through and having the experience shared and them ranking the torture devices.

~

@augment-techs

[madhare0512]

Taking a risk by eating unidentified berries+running from a wild animal + World of the Coinless; Rocky, Aisha, Kat~

Sure sure sure!

21.) Taking a risk by eating unidentified berries.

42.) Running from a wild animal.

~

They're in the woods on a mission. It's been a long and hard mission for all of them, they've been out in the middle of nowhere for a week straight. Their food had run out, their water source was now polluted since they'd had to wash some sort of chemical off of them.

Kat goes down first. Hunger pains and dehydration get her. She's half starved and can barely stand. Rocky and Aisha only give each other a glance before they decide to make camp and stay for a few days.

Rocky goes down next, bitten by some poisonous bug and having to sleep off the sickness it brings. Aisha doesn't hesitate to go into the forest and scavenge for whatever she can make do with.

She regrets it almost immediately.

Aisha finds some berries in the forest that are the right color to eat, but she doesn't quite know them. They aren't hollyberries, so she figures they're safe enough, but still. She dares to nibble on one before she takes them back to Kat and Rocky. It tastes sweet, a little bitter when she swallows it down.

A crack echoes behind her and Aisha whips around. Something growls in the bushes. Aisha let's out a terrified yelp and gathers her supplies. Ripping off a bundle of the berries, Aisha rushes away.

She bolts past the trail she left to find her way back to camp, running as far away as she can before she turns back and finds the animal is gone.

Aisha breathes a sigh of relief and begins to backtrack her steps, heedless of the brown eyes watching her steps with fondness as she goes.

~

@augment-techs

[bayysart]

World of the Coinless Skull WIP? Yeah that’s right! I don’t care if that world is in an apocalyptic situation, Coinless Skull needs a septum piercing.

[skyland2703]

Write a scene without any dialogue + World of the Coinless/Pre-Shattered Grid; Sentry Adam & Sentry Skull~

Ah, writing without dialogue. A special treat for me, indeed.

It was a little cardboard carton. It was probably all that Skull had managed to save, and to bring along, when he'd become a Red Sentry. That box had always intrigued Adam, because neither he, nor any other sentry of the entire coinless ranks had ever had a chance to peek into it.

It wasn't that nobody cared for the contents of the box, everyone was curious. But there was something about it, a strange aura of it, and the way Skull was around it, that made everyone respect his privacy, and not go snooping around. Adam imagined it was probably old picture frames, knick knacks from their school days, or maybe something a little more precious than that.

Skull was usually seen sitting with that box after an especially hard day, when things didn't feel all that right; days when Drakkon's assignments to him involved murders of innocents, or reimbursements of loans from people who had way too little money to pay back the principle amount, let alone the interest. Sentries sometimes doubled as debt recovery agents, and since the loans from Drakkon's treasury came at a forty percent interest rate, (which was also less, considering the way Drakkon's greed ran his finances, and something that was there as a reason of Finster arguing with him that nobody would take the loans if he kept it above 50%, no matter how necessary—) it was especially painful, and Skull more or less landed up with the job once in every few weeks. It was extra horrible than the others, such as manning the granaries or guarding the Bastard's royal chambers, as it involved humiliation and harassment of those who were a little too beneath them.

And Skull didn't have the heart for it.

He was especially depressed when he came back from events like this, and Adam, who was usually paired off with Skull on duties like this, saw him taking a shower— which often involved some shenanigans with Adam himself, for some stress relief— and then settling onto the bed in the railway station issue quality blankets, which barely protected any cold at all, and pull up the little cardboard box from under his bed, and turn off the lights.

One day, though, he decided to ask about it. As they settled onto their beds after a relatively less stressful day, Adam on his bunk across a narrow strip of floor from Skull's, and Skull nestled into his blankets, and turned towards Adam, a small melancholy smile on his face. Adam flashed him a big grin, and wondered if he should ask, if that were the right moment to ask such a thing. And seeing that Skull didn't look as haunted today, as he didn't even need to bring up his little box of memories, Adam raised his eyebrows, and wordlessly, pointed towards under Skull's bed. Skull looked down, his eyes following to where Adam's fingers were pointed to, and he realised what the Black Sentry meant.

Skull sat up, tossed his blankets to a side— this was definitely a good day to ask about this— and gestured for Adam to come over, to his bed.

Adam followed, still grinning at his success, and mentally telling his curiosity that it was about to be satisfied. He climbed onto Skull's bed, and sat in front of him, as Skull dragged the little box out. It had, in a terrible handwriting, with a sharpie that had stopped running by the end of it, written "Memories. DO NOT OPEN". Adam chuckled to himself, realising he, and the other sentries, was right, the box did indeed contain mementos from Skull's life.

Skull opened it, and placed it in front of Adam, as if urging him to look at it, and figure out what it contained. Adam dipped a hand in, and came up with a few... were those fairy lights? Little fairy lights, all white and golden. He wondered if Skull would ever have a room of his own, he'd put them up, like a little teenage boy's room. There were posters in there, old bands, My Chemical Romance, Green Day, Lana Del Ray, people he didn't particularly recognise.

Then he dug further, and saw a little snow globe, with a white bearded wizard trapped in it. He eyed it curiously, and Skull, understanding what he was going for, picked it up, and turned it around in his hand, watching Adam's stunned, and childlike reaction to the glitter that, now disturbed, was falling over and around the wizard like snowy magic.

Then there was a little bandana, which Adam felt like belonged to Bulk... it wasn't one that Skull regularly wore himself, it was violet with black stripes, and he felt he'd seen Bulk wearing it a little too many times when they had been in school. There were old polaroid pictures— Kimberly Hart, the Ranger Slayer had had a polaroid camera, back in the day, if he remembered correctly. There were polaroids of Skull and Bulk, and one of Skull in a ridiculous costume that made Adam chuckle slightly. Kimberly used to take pictures of everyone from her camera, and present them to them on their birthdays, it was an adorable tradition, and made for memories that people, including Skull, cherished to this date.

Then there was a little toy robot sitting in one corner of the box, and Adam picked it up. He watched Skull's eyes flick onto the robot, and a sadness filled them immediately. Adam decided it wasn't his place to touch that, and he was just about to put it back in the box, when Skull's hand stopped his, holding the robot in both of their hands, and the Red Sentry's scarred fingers gently turned it over, and under its feet, Adam saw a little sticker sticking in, that read "William Cranston". That made sense.... Billy... that robot had belonged to Billy... but what was it doing with Skull?

He placed the robot respectfully back into the box, and pulled up what looked like a little toy sword— there were two of them, plastic, about the size of his forearm. There were also various other little things, like pirate eye-patches, more bandanas (apparently, they were a thing Skull liked to collect) a bunch of ragged clothes... and a broken spectacle frame.

The spectacle frame was so small. As if it belonged to an eight year old, and it was blue... Adam couldn't imagine who it belonged to, but a part of him said it was the same child to whom the broken robot had belonged to. A part of Adam told him this was the reason why Skull looked at these things when he was sad... he had some memories he liked to relive, and yet, the way the box said 'DO NOT OPEN', there were memories that he didn't want to come to terms with, and were tucked away in the bottom of the box.

The last thing Adam noticed before closing the flaps of the box was an old, torn and forlorn photograph of two six year old boys, one with fluffy black hair, and one with blonde ones. They were both tiny, a little smaller for their ages, and the blonde one wore the exact same spectacles he'd just seen in his hands a few minutes ago. They were both dressed up as pirates, and that one photograph had the words "Skull and Bones" scribbled on it in a child's wobbly handwriting.

Adam understood everything, with that one.

He looked up at Skull, who was smiling at him, reading every expression of Adam's as he dove through Skull's treasure chest. Adam heaved a sigh, and then reached around his own neck, pulling out a little charm he always wore with himself, as a thank you, and as a 'remember me too, would ya?' and handing it to Skull, no words said, but he looked down towards the box, and implied what he had meant.

Skull smiled gratefully, and placing everything back in the box, he gently rested the charm on top of the little toy robot, and tilted his head, and laid back in bed.

That was another memory he'd like to cherish.