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// I'll be condensing my side blogs to my main, please follow me there instead!

// There's still time on the poll, but I think I'll take this as it is and go ahead.

I had been thinking about it, but this is just the nudge I need.

Thank you to everyone who voted! <3

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"Gah-!" She latches onto whatever she can, claws scrapping the surface before giving out as she was dragged under the pile with him. Oh, she was right though. He was comfy. "Aft..." She hissed weakly, already wedged herself close to him, plopping down with soft vent.

Continue from x "You look ridiculous..." She lies, she thinks he looks comfy and just might be jealous.

A golden optic peaks from the blankets before claws snap out and grab her. She is dragged under the pile into a forced cuddle.

Suffer and look ridicules with him.

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Her upper lip peels back in a sneer, rolling her optics as she slumped in her chair. Talk about bottom barrel slag...

"Of all the mechs and all the femmes...of all the names to choose...That's what we've landed on? Sweetspark, please..." She snorted, tail flicking in annoyance. "If you had a degradation fetish, you could of just asked."

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A growl bubbled in her intake, swatting his servo away with a glare. "No one will have to crawl after me...! Because I won't be in the fragging vent..."

@ceruleanschemer said... 'Outbreak, your claustrophobia could never.'

"I jus' said I wasn't fragging in any vents! Jus' that I can fit in them if need be-! Vents shouldn't be fragged with is what I'm saying, slag it!"

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@ceruleanschemer said... 'Outbreak, your claustrophobia could never.'

"I jus' said I wasn't fragging in any vents! Jus' that I can fit in them if need be-! Vents shouldn't be fragged with is what I'm saying, slag it!"

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@athenafire said... Waves from the vent

Green optics squint, lips pulling back in a sneer. "What the frag is that...?"

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Cue the biggest slag eating grin, followed by a hearty purr. "I think we'll have fun together, you sound like a real treat."

@spymeister said... See, I feel like you and I could be friends.

Always interested in more friends, especially ones in such...high places.

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@ghostlyvisage said... 'I'm not dragging you out of them when you get stuck and panic again.'"

"I didn't panic!" She lets out a indignant huff. She could handle vents...! "Your vents are fragging falling apart, Ghost, I got a little worried!"

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@spymeister said... See, I feel like you and I could be friends.

Always interested in more friends, especially ones in such...high places.

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Venting? No, she knows better than to risk it, even if she's small enough to fit fine.

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A blanket is being dropped on her, almost carelessly. And a cube is placed in front of her.

"Watching you stare at that screen is making me hungry."

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"Then don't fraggin' watch me," She snapped back weakly, dwarfed by the blanket and immedatey hunkering underneath it with a unconscious purr. Green optics eyed the cube before claiming it. She tugged it close, stealing a sip, focus returning to the screen.

"Waitin' on results..."

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“are u jealous?” (me, vibrating and covered in blood) no

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She gives him a skeptical look, unsure of what's happening, but she climbs onto the offered stump and plops down. Well, it looked edible, at least.

The bowl seemed enormous in her grasp, and she eyes its swirling contents suspiciously as he lists off the ingredients, as if checking to make sure he didn't slip anything in. "I'm not gonna steal your recipe," She snorts with amusement, inspecting the 'gumbo' more closely. Her audials twitch as she gives it a cautious sniff, occasionally glancing at him to ensure there's no funny business, then lifts the bowl to her lips and takes a sip.

It...was really slagging good. She perks up, seizing the utensil and immediately shoveling a mouthful into her mouth, her tail flicking with interest behind her.

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"What...the frag...is 'gum-bo'?"

"Aw cher you're missin' out!!" He pats the stump then grabs a big bowl- claws snatching up the ladle to drop her three big ladles full of gumbo in then hands the bowl over. Ingredients float around in a beautiful glowing red roux, the bowl and utensils were homemade too. Just like the pot it came out of. "Ain't nobodies the same, mines got uh-" He starts to hold a claw out for each ingredient he names "-Shryp, cyberdads, sausage, some plants, my special roux, an' a few other things like spices I ain' gon' tell ya cause that's a secret." He wags a digit at her.

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they match each other’s freak to a degree that is dangerous to the public

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She bristled, jaw clenched as he tail whipped back and fourth in annoyance, "You...-!" She vented loudly as he cut her off, slumping in her chair with a low growl. Oh yeah, he was absolutely correct. She had been pining for Burn for a long time now and would have probably given up if not for the fact that she was friends with his siblings...

"You- I-" She huffed loudly, seemingly unable to form a coherent sentence, "Your fragging chair is fine, btw- Not like anything else in this ship isnt falling apart..." She settled for that instead, grumbling to herself about the triplets and their sire.

Ghostspires helm leaned to the side, one optic squinting as she shouted in his audial. When she finally finished he gave a long suffering sigh. The things he did for his ward...

"First. stop poking holes in my chair. I just finished patching it from the other set of holes you gave it." He ran a servo down his face and gave a long, slow vent. "Second, I know. Whiskey, Lily and I all know he's a grown aft mech. But you also harrass him just as much as he harasses you. Just fraggin.. kiss already or something."

There's another moment of silence from the mech before he spoke again.

"And for frags sake if your going to get caught at least make it fraggin worth it."