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the song drabble meme

It's pretty simple and fun, folks. This is how this works!
( 01 ) Have a playlist ready! Don't use all your songs--try and narrow it down a little.
( 02 ) Let everyone know how many songs you're working with. Also, which characters you would be willing to write about.
( 03 ) Others tag your post, picking a character or pairing or friendship or familial relationship or whatever, and then choose a number from your list.

( 04 ) Write a drabble related to that song, using that/those character(s)!

<b>Characters:</b> -Name || (<lj user="username"></lj> ) -Name || (<lj user="username"></lj> ) <b>Number of Tracks:</b>

- reference our previous meme if you're still confused

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Anon and Gibson, 29

[recompiling]

((Finally found a re-shuffle that wasn't horribly angsty, yaaaay))

Daylight Robbery - Imogen Heap


It wasn’t so much a day off, as it was Gibson wanting to take a look at the station a little more and Anon willingly submitting to it. The Monitor got out from Kurzweil more often than the ISO did, but he had no problem going with him. Even if it meant cramming both of them onto Gibson’s light cycle because Anon was still working the kinks out of routing the station’s holograms through his baton.

His arms were looped around his friend’s waist as they cruised through the districts, the night lit up with neon signs and flickering street lights and the glow of the light cycle’s brilliant green light ribbon. He hadn’t been on a cycle since he got here, and there was something wonderful about being on one again, leaning into the turns with practiced ease and feeling the vehicle humming beneath him. It took everything to resist the urge to let go of Gibson and stretch his arms out to feel the wind pushing against him.

Eventually they stopped in one of the Garden districts – he couldn’t remember which one – in the middle of a densely-packed forest. Anon beamed at Gibson then, hopping on the balls of his feet for a moment before taking off up a tree trunk to dash across the branches. He leapt between the trees, making a large circle around the ground-bound ISO… and he swore he saw a hint of a pleased smile on the other’s face. That was when he wondered if Gibson hadn’t specifically planned this, considering Anon’s usual dislike of these Garden districts and the simple joy he got from being able to perform Parkour.

Still he was hesitant to ask. When they finally tired of the forest, it was back onto the light cycle… and to a club not unlike End of Line. Anon pointed out the similarities, finding the exact spot at the bar he’d stood at all those cycles ago, and where Gibson had been – and he finally confessed that he’d thought Gibson looked a bit shifty then. Gibson snorted and dragged him onto the dance floor.

That had probably been a mistake, but the place was deserted except for robots and holograms and them, so no one needed to know that Anon was a terrible dancer. As they left, Gibson slung an arm over Anon’s shoulders companionably. The Monitor, so wary of physical contact, tensed only a little before relaxing again. “You have fun, buddy?” Gibson inquired with a grin.

Instead of his usual mute nod of agreement, he spoke. “Yes. Been a good night.” He wouldn’t trade it for anything.