#just fun lil paragraphs of the situation that was going on w the poses in my head when i was drawing these for context

[grif-hawaiian-rolls]

The Reds and the Feds

Some warmups that i got uhhh very carried away with!! But twas fun to draw blorbos together

Individual pieces and the snippets of the little scenarios that go with these under the cut

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-Donut and Neko-

“Impressive!” Neko nearly fell over when someone spoke. But he caught himself, and played off the wobble as merely switching which hand he was balancing on, which did give him a line of sight on the speaker. “Hi Donut,” Neko grinned, switching the angles of his legs to see the sim trooper better. “I had no idea you were so flexible!” Donut beamed, watching Neko shift his weight ever so slightly. “You could be in a circus with skills like this!” He shouldn’t, Neko reminded himself, because it was rude to lie apparently, but…sometimes it was just too easy. “So, funny story about that—“

-Sarge and Pavoz-

Sarge wasn’t really paying attention to him, Anton realized. He leaned out of the way of an arm swinging out with a broad gesture as Sarge recounted a story about Agent Washington and someone called the Meta— how much of it was accurate, Pavoz would have to confirm with Agent Washington another time. But for now? He watched Sarge’s face and spun his good pen- the one that had been a gift- between his fingers, and started drawing.

-Lopez and Soares-

“I’m going to go out on a limb and guess that Hughs misunderstood something when he said you needed my help with the Warthog,” Soares said. Lopez pushed himself out from under the body of the vehicle to look up at the medic. She raised an eyebrow at him, visible only because she wore her under-armor suit and not her actual armor. She must’ve been off duty. Lopez would almost feel bad for interrupting- almost. He didn’t actually feel that bad. “<Yeah. It’s not the warthog i need help with,>” He stood, and gestured for Soares to follow him to one of the other parked cars. Lopez crouched, and waited for her to do the same before he lifted the hood. Portuguese may have been a different language than Spanish, but being fluent in cousin languages meant that there was some understanding. Certainly better than whatever Donut claimed to understand of Spanish. But Lopez was a man robot of few words, so he instead opted to point at the problem instead of explaining. “Are those… teeth marks??” “<You tell me.>”