#betaophiuchi

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No homo; full bi.

He’s actually thinking about it, considering the option.

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Phobae’s reaction✎ = speaking in a different language .

“ Lingua Franca, motherfucker, do you speak it? ”

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‘I need a haircut. My split ends are becoming a nuisance.’

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Wet Dreams➓ Oil massage.

The dream had been longer, heavier, just a lot more than what he was meant to remember after he woke up, but he’d surely remember the unknown kitchen with bright red walls in contrast with the shiny metal of the appliances... and that particular someone he soon enough recognized as that fighter he had seen around before. Now, what was in their hands? Was he going to use that oil to cook? To make a salad? To put it back in its place? Then again, why was he naked?

Too many questions he didn’t have to voice to know, too many things were already a given: this was about to get really kinky and dirty. And it did, real quickly. He wasn’t exactly feeling something real as the oil rolled down his shoulders and skilled fingers begun to put pressure in the right places, but he knew how he was supposed to feel and acted accordingly. Was that a moan? But it felt so good... so, so, so good that he didn’t mind to have those wonderful hands down his back to his ass, almost reaching a point of no return------- and when that was about to happen, he woke up hard, confused and even if there was no oil in his skin, he felt dirty either way.

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“ Oh, God, just stop doing that eye thing that you do, please! It’s terrible and disgusting and it makes me feel sick. ”

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Cebalrai frowned, concerned for his navigator. It was worrying how fatigued Ras looked. “Is something keeping you up? Maybe you should go and tell them up at the Med Bay…”

Ras hesitated, wondering if he should say what’s on his mind or leave it. He could see the worry in Cebalrai’s eyes, though, and he reminded him so much of a puppy that he couldn’t just brush it off; Ceb would definitely know.

“Our last mission was... tough.” He closed his eyes and lay back down on his bed. “I almost got us killed.”

[alpha--ophiuchi]

"Are you sleeping okay?"

Ras looked up at his fighter slowly, eyes feeling heavy as if they were being physically dragged . “…No.” He was too tired to try and brush it off. “M’not.”

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“C-Ceb...? What are you doi--!”

“This is. Not normal. I hope you’re not covered in oil again.”

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[MSG]:Did you have fun with you-know-who last night?

[MSG: Ceb] Not at all. It’s safe to come back, by the way.

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“No, anne, I’m not, don’t fuss so much,” Cebalrai shook his head, laughing gently, “I was only thinking out loud anyway.”

“I’m not your mother, Ceb.” Ras padded over to feel his forehead. “...Not feverish either. Go lay down and stop talking nonsense.”

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“Do you think foods have feelings? Maybe that gumball I dropped today was sad I didn’t eat him…”

“...Ceb, are you drunk? Did that mechanic give you alcohol?! Let me smell your breath!”

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♡  Does your muse have any birthmarks or scars they get embarrassed about others seeing?

He has one shaped kind of like a teacup on his hip but it’s fading slowly. He doesn’t like it but he can’t do anything about it.