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[renegade-enzo.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Matrix and AndrAIa: clean AND dirty? No warnings; it's a fade-to-black.]


Someone is looking rather content today.

Very content.

And, to other cyberspace denziens, he smells quite clean. Like Refresh soap and some other flowery scent, to be exact.

If he'd known getting his link command would make him feel this good, he wouldn't have needed Dot to strongarm him into the wedding ceremony—he'd have done it as soon as Daemon exited stage left.

This means he'd be agreable to non-viral company tonight.

You're non-viral, right?

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[renegade-enzo.livejournal.com]

You're speaking Matrix's language now.

"Do they allow you a study partner?"

Someone could show Enzo the finer points of target practise.

As well as how to throw a punch strong enough to break Mike Tyson's jaw.

[a1enzo]

"It's encouraged."

[renegade-enzo.livejournal.com]

"Right then. What do you want to learn first? Hitting or shooting?"

At least AndrAIa can't disapprove of Matrix helping Enzo with his classes, can she?

[a1enzo]

"Hitting," he decides. Blow off some steam with physical exertion before blowing things up.

[renegade-enzo.livejournal.com]

"Then if you're not doing anything else important, we can go out back and start the lessons."

[a1enzo]

"You bet!"

As they head for the back door, something finally percolates through to Enzo's consciousness.

"Why do you smell like flowers?"