In all honestly, Clu preferred the quieter arena, and not just because of the reasons it was quieter. Built for sneaking around as he was, there was always going to be some part of him that disliked being stuck in a large crowd or even just watched by one. He could still focus well enough under those conditions if he had to, but it stripped much of the enjoyment out of it, which defeated the whole purpose of the decision to go to the arena.
Disc wars had never been his favorite- though he added a note to his priority queue that he should probably practice more, just in case it was ever needed-, and while lightcycles were fine for basic transport, when speed was needed, he preferred something with a bit more stability. That left command break and hyperball, and the former was more of a mental challenge, while today he was looking for a physical one. So hyperball it was.
After bidding his brother farewell at the entrance to the lightcycle locker rooms, he went off to those for the hyperball courts to get his own equipment on. While both disc wars and hyperball required skill and precision, the former relied more on power and aggression, where hyperball focused more on dexterity and stamina; much better suited to a hacker. And Clu was good at it too; he didn't dominate it quite as entirely as his code-brother did lightcycles or like Tron and later Rinzler did disc wars, but he was still a tough opponent to beat, and gave even the challengers he lost to a run for their money. (Did Users actually run for money? And if not, where had the expression come from? Ah well...)
After a few rounds with random challengers- 3 wins, one loss-, he'd thanked his final opponent for a good game, then went to meet his code-brother back at the entrance to the lightcyle locker rooms as agreed. The admin wasn't there when he arrived, though nor did he appear after a bit of waiting. Surely he couldn't be that into his lightcycle race, especially when he'd booked this particular track for himself alone. A few more long moments of waiting and Clu decided to go in and check on him. After all, injuries were still possible even with the safeties on, and if his code-brother had wiped out at speed, he could be having some trouble.
"Bro, you in here?", he called as he entered, accompanying the question with a standard scan. Ah, there he was, in the drefraggers. Programs didn't sweat of course, but lightcycles could kick up pixel dust sometimes, so a number of programs found the defrag showers useful. Plus they were just a great way to relax after an intense match. But if his code brother was in there, why didn't he hear it running?
He got his answer when he stepped into the shower room himself. His code brother was there alright, sitting on the floor with his back against the wall, normally solid gold circuits flushed a multitude of colors. The most noticeable of which was blazing bright purple centered right around his crotch, and in particular his cock which looked almost painfully hard, even from an outside perspective. Well this certainly explained a few things.
Clu had enough sympathy and courtesy not to chuckle at the admin's predicament, but he couldn't quite resist a smile, both because of the cause of the issue and because his code brother just looked really hot when he was this flustered and turned on. "Well now I know why you've been so restless lately," he said. "Just how long have you been using just the same few functions? You must've let things go for awhile to end up like this."
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Disc wars had never been his favorite- though he added a note to his priority queue that he should probably practice more, just in case it was ever needed-, and while lightcycles were fine for basic transport, when speed was needed, he preferred something with a bit more stability. That left command break and hyperball, and the former was more of a mental challenge, while today he was looking for a physical one. So hyperball it was.
After bidding his brother farewell at the entrance to the lightcycle locker rooms, he went off to those for the hyperball courts to get his own equipment on. While both disc wars and hyperball required skill and precision, the former relied more on power and aggression, where hyperball focused more on dexterity and stamina; much better suited to a hacker. And Clu was good at it too; he didn't dominate it quite as entirely as his code-brother did lightcycles or like Tron and later Rinzler did disc wars, but he was still a tough opponent to beat, and gave even the challengers he lost to a run for their money. (Did Users actually run for money? And if not, where had the expression come from? Ah well...)
After a few rounds with random challengers- 3 wins, one loss-, he'd thanked his final opponent for a good game, then went to meet his code-brother back at the entrance to the lightcyle locker rooms as agreed. The admin wasn't there when he arrived, though nor did he appear after a bit of waiting. Surely he couldn't be that into his lightcycle race, especially when he'd booked this particular track for himself alone. A few more long moments of waiting and Clu decided to go in and check on him. After all, injuries were still possible even with the safeties on, and if his code-brother had wiped out at speed, he could be having some trouble.
"Bro, you in here?", he called as he entered, accompanying the question with a standard scan. Ah, there he was, in the drefraggers. Programs didn't sweat of course, but lightcycles could kick up pixel dust sometimes, so a number of programs found the defrag showers useful. Plus they were just a great way to relax after an intense match. But if his code brother was in there, why didn't he hear it running?
He got his answer when he stepped into the shower room himself. His code brother was there alright, sitting on the floor with his back against the wall, normally solid gold circuits flushed a multitude of colors. The most noticeable of which was blazing bright purple centered right around his crotch, and in particular his cock which looked almost painfully hard, even from an outside perspective. Well this certainly explained a few things.
Clu had enough sympathy and courtesy not to chuckle at the admin's predicament, but he couldn't quite resist a smile, both because of the cause of the issue and because his code brother just looked really hot when he was this flustered and turned on. "Well now I know why you've been so restless lately," he said. "Just how long have you been using just the same few functions? You must've let things go for awhile to end up like this."