#no bc why did I feel like I was typing up a damn fanfiction transcribing this

[blazingblorbos]

wtf I just found the gayest Memory Bubble in the Space Station (it’s in the Base Zone’s medbay)

I’m going to transcribe it here (because pasting screenshots would be insane of me):

Your neurons are connected to the bones of Mecha No. 16′s arms – the experience has always been uncomfortable. You turn around, ready to complain to your partner, only to find Leah is also staring at you. No words are necessary.

She smiles, then raises her arm. You sense a reaction in your forearm. Like a marionette, you are controlled by invisible strings. You try to resist it, but it hurts. At last, you lift your arm, and the pain lessens as expected.

“You don’t like being controlled by me in this way?” She snickers at you with her head crooked. Blinking her eyes, she sticks up her index and middle fingers and rests both hands on her head, making them look like a pair of rabbit ears. You are forced to do the same and feel embarrassed about it.

You know she is  making fun of you. "Could you not read my mind?” You deliberately crease your forehead and quickly spin around to avoid meeting her eyes. This is not something you are used to doing.

Leah chuckles before inching her face closer. "No. 16 isn’t capable of that." You can feel her warm breath caressing the back of your neck. "Are you blushing? C’mon, you are a girl too."

You decide to steer the conversation away from the awkward topic. “What’s our mission this time?” You grit your teeth, feeling as though there are burning coals in your mouth and your body is on fire. Your voice is cracked.

"Catch that star". She looks up at the light of the star that glides downward outside the cockpit and falls into the ocean, where it is crushed by the waves. You let out a muffled grunt, unable to figure out why she appears so calm.

"You’re scared." She extends her arm in your direction, but your arm does not move in response. It seems like she has cut off the connection. While you are deep in your thoughts, she beckons you over. "Come on," she invites in a serene tone, "let’s do it like the old days.”

You reach out your hand silently. She gently laces your fingers together and holds your hand in a tight grip as usual. She is strong despite her slender and small body...

The stars are still sparkling on the ocean outside the cockpit. Instinctively, you tighten your hold on Leah’s hand to prevent the starlight from slipping through your fingers.

Y’ALL WHAT DID I JUST TYPE.  WHAT IS HOYOVERSE COOKING IN THAT DAMN KITCHEN??????