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“Shit—“ Simon cursed, fumbling as the prosthetic arm Rocky had made for him tumbled to the ground yet again. He was still getting used putting it on, and having only one arm didn’t help much either. Simon exhaled through his nose, attempting to attach the xenonite arm alone clearly wasn’t working, unfortunately. Time to try a different approach.
He poked his head around the corner, peering at the doorway of Grace’s lab. “Hey. Pretty boy. C’mere for a sec.” He called down the hall. Grace didn’t react, remaining hunched over his desk. “Pretty booooy, I’m talking to you.” Simon tried again, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the shiny metal wall. This time, Grace’s head snapped up, twisting around in his chair.
“Huh!? M-me?! Im pretty boy?!” He exclaimed, pointing at himself dumbly with a startled expression on his face.
Simon raised an eyebrow. “I mean, yeah? Who else would I be talking to?”
Grace flushed a bit, looking away, but still pushed himself up and trotted down the hall.
“… Pretty?” He questioned upon reaching the spot where Simon was standing.
Simon smirked a bit, mildly amused at how easily flustered Grace seemed to be. “Am I wrong?”
Grace flushed even more at that. “I mean I’m not that attractive, objectively speaking I’m actually quite average— and that’s if I’m being generous…” he rambled, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “I guess what Im trying to say is that I know I’m not exactly the kind of guy people swoon over, so… yeah…?”
“I’m sorry, what?” Simon blinked. This was straight bullshit. If humans on earth were anything like humans in C.O.I and Eden (which they seemed to be), then Grace had to be either delusional or extremely oblivious.
Grace pushed his glasses back up his nose nervously. “I… I’m not really attractive?”
“Bullshit.”
“Language!”
Simon grabbed Grace’s jaw with his singular hand, resting the stump of his other arm on Grace’s shoulder. “I don’t know who lied to you, but you are probably the single most attractive man I have ever seen. Now help me put my arm on.”
He patted the blonde man’s cheek before he turned around to retrieve his synthetic arm from the floor. When Simon turned back around Grace looked like he was about to explode, or melt, maybe both.
Honestly, this was surprisingly entertaining. Maybe Simon should make a habit of complimenting and hitting on Grace. If not to get him all worked up like this, then simply to boost his ego. God knows the insecure little geek could use it.