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[At some point in those two days, A is being summoned to Intensity's lab]

[He comes shortly after their text convo, and he's overdressed and wearing gloves. Not looking so proud of his Boss-inflicted scars now.]

I'm curious to see what you came up with.

Did you bring your phone?

[pulls it out of his cloak]

Fully charged, as requested. What do you need it for?

[Holds his hand out for it]

I need to sync it to your new eye.

Ah, so I'm to be Bluetooth compatible? I wonder if that's advisable.

[he says as he hands it over]

[Don't mind him as he is scrolling and adjusting some of the phone settings.

The eye in question is sitting in a petri dish next to the computer. As requested, it is the color of A's original eye (thank B for pictures) and it looks like its made of flesh and blood]

Not in the least, but here we are.

Here we are.

[A does take a look at the eye, though it's hard not to focus on whatever Intensity is doing with his phone]

[As promised, Intensity is just setting up a wireless data connection between the eye and the phone and setting up a default folder for all the data to be stored in. When that's done, he hands the phone back to A]

Set-up complete.

Now on to the live demonstration.

[And for that he carefully picks up the petri dish containing the new eye]

[he isn't sure how "live" is meant, specifically in regards to whether or not it involves his face, and stiffens a bit, though he regards it otherwise calmly]

The craftsmanship is excellent, I should mention.

Of course it is.

[Because it's just an actual eye gadgeteered with some shit. Shhh shhh stuff that A doesn't need to know about.

Carefully he presses the back of his forefinger against the side of the eye - the side that would be against A's temple after it's "installed"]

Now. Check your phone.

[In the pictures folder, there should be a new folder called "window_of_the_soul" with a new picture in it. A picture of A, the lab behind A, and whatever else was in the new eye's line of sight]

[Examining the picture, though not very closely because seeing himself so damaged kinda sorta wigs him out.]

Is it activated in a similar fashion?

[Taps his temple, phone still in hand.]

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Exactly. Pressure sensitive.

It was either that or have it activate every time your rolled your eyes.

A wise choice. I'd hate for people to think I had an attitude problem.

It could have also been every time you blinked. But then who knows what kind of blackmail images would get stored on your phone.

They'll only be going to my phone, correct?

[nts: passive-aggressively take a bunch of useless and out-of-focus photos, just in case]

You want proof they're not going to mine?

I'll take your word for it.

[in a tone that would imply that his word is expected]

You're your own free agent. I don't need to fucking spy on you to get what I want.

[purses his lips]

...Yes, I suppose that's true.

Oh for fuck's sake, A. Don't get all pissy about that.

Do you really take issue with something that is mutually beneficial?

[there are about 100 different ways in which he feels vulnerable and petty and insecure right now, and not even one of them is worth vocalizing]

...No. Of course not. My apologies.

The meek look is even worse on you.

Just fucking say what you want to say.

I don't like being at a disadvantage. It's nothing more than that.

[Setting the eye back on the desk]

And why do you think you're at a disadvantage? Is it because someone was able to fuck you up so bad?