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Ting!
"Oh, careful, will you?!"
RGB pushes Magnus away from him, turns away, covering his screen with hands, feeling it for any cracks. His movements are a little chaotic, and that's not too surprising. After all, when you have a TV where your head should be — eugh, even the fact itself sounds disgusting, — you don't really want to scratch it or, even worse, break it.
Magnus chuckles, yet only to himself, quietly, because he knows that RGB takes such things to heart. He slowly turns RGB to face him, with the same caution, grabs his hands and takes them away to look at the screen.
"Relax, everything is fine..."
"Oh you're so..." RGB would have thrown up his hands if they weren't being held at that same moment. His gut whispers that something is clearly not right. Something has always been wrong, no matter with him, with the weather, with people, with the environment, with him.
He turns his gaze to Magnus. Trying to focus on him. On this glass prism with several sharp edges. Very sharp and very hard. And if the sun rays go through it? Rainbow. And heat. And maybe this refracted rainbow would burn through his screen and he will just d-die! Again!
"But how do you know that everything is okay?!" His voice sounds harsher, as if it was about to break into screaming. "What if..."
"Hey..." the fabric rustles as Magnus gently pulls RGB closer to him. He examines him, RGB can feel his ever-attentive gaze, which makes something inside his TV-head warm up. "Just... Listen to yourself. Closely. Do you feel any pain?"
The multi-colored strip at the bottom of the screen bends as RGB winces, realizing with some embarrassment that... everything is okay. Everything really was okay.
He turns the screen to the side, sighs barely audibly and remains silent, but Magnus still understands everything.
"Here... Everything is okay, see?" he strokes his back, and a smile can be heard in his voice. — You're still as irresistible as ever. And, you know, if something was really wrong, I'd be the first to notice it and try to help you, okay?
These words make RGB look back at Magnus and, as awkward as it sounds, he's taken aback by how close their heads were. He involuntarily jerked in this embrace, not yet quite understanding what exactly he wanted, to break free or stay.
"Oh, really." he snorts, either sarcastically or with hidden irony. Perhaps both at once, as he learned in his past life.
"Oh, indeed." Magnus presses himself closer to RGB, so much so that he can feel the imaginary warmth from the idea's body. "You don't believe me?"
RGB jerked his head, his hands as far as the other's hands would allow, and eventually resigned himself, muttering something like:
"You're driving me mad..."
"Come on, we both know you got immune to that."
"Well, you'll melt my frame."
"Are you hinting at something? If so, I'm surprised it didn't melt when you looked at yourself in the mirror." RGB makes a movement that's somewhat similar to rolling his eyes and turns away from Magnus:
"I hate mirrors."
"Such a shame. You really missing out on a great view."
"Shut it."
And Magnus laughs. This time louder than usual, more... sincere. Almost making RGB go limp in his arms, laughing along with him.
And it feels good. He feels good? Yes. Oh what a strange realization.
It slowly wraps itself around him, almost like the Doubst, but feels so much warmer, softer. That RGB almost drowns in it before finally coming to his senses.
It feels like a cold wind knocking him off his feet, or the water making him pass out.
He's becoming too attached to Magnus.