#she is so cute amongst my other plushies and stuff

[snatcher-no-snatching]

The bow plush is VERY cute btw she is my bestie now and is adjusting quickly to her new environment

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

Luisa and Donovan smut when

Tumblr auto deleted first one, lets try this again-

You guys JUST met this guy??? But alright, let's get Luisa some MAN attention in here-

"THAT'S MY FUCKING GIRL!!!"

He called out to her, giving her a thumbs up as he set the crate down. Luisa said she had chores to do today, so he decided, to spend more time with her, he'd help. He couldn't do as much as her, like lift a church, but moving crates and supplies was little work he had no problem taking over for her. He appreciated her, genuinely. Super tall, super sweet, super...pretty. Okay, so Donovan was super attracted to his super buff and super strong girlfriend. It wasn't his fault! Not when she had such pretty eyes and pretty hair and pretty lips that he just really wanted to-

"Donnie?"

"Huh? What?"

Suddenly she was right next to him, wiping the sweat from her brow.

"I said, do you wanna go to my place for a bit? You look like you could use something to drink."

"Oh uh, sure. I'd love to."

He got to hold her hand as they walked, and he couldn't help but be a bit flustered. Her hand was so soft too, it was like being hugged by a cloud. They made it there, and a beeline right for the kitchen, where her mom was making some kind of drink.

"Oh, you're back early!"

"Yeah, Donnie helped me with a lot of stuff."

"Not like she needed me, this girl is fucking awesome out there."

Luisa blushed a bit at the compliment, even though it was true. Julieta smiled, handing them both a glass.

"Such a little gentleman! Here, have some Uchuva."

Whatever the hell that was, it was terribly sweet. He didn't adore it, but she clearly did, so he shut up and drank it.

"Gracias, mami. Hey uh, Donovan is gonna come upstairs with me, I need give him something he left of his."

"Go on then. Don't forget, dinner is at eight!"

Luisa gave her a nod as Donovan walked upstairs with her.

"Uh...you don't have anything of mine."

"I don't? Huh. Oh well, you're already up here."

He saw that smirk on her face. Sneaky sneaky. She opened the door to her room, and he lightly whistled.

"Woah. Nice in here."

It was mostly...rocks. Rock walls, floors, furniture. But what made this room really hers, was the ceiling. The rocks were carved out, letting the stars act as her light. She chuckled, fumbling through her dresser for something.

"This is just the room everyone else sees. In the back, I have some other stuff. I'm uh, gonna shower real quick, you mind?"

"No no, you do you, I'll just hang here."

Luisa kissed his forehead, and left. He stood there, unsure of what to do. Then it clicked. He was in a girl's rooms. HIS girl's room. Something about that fact made him freak out, as if he had just snuck in here on his own. He looked around, thinking about leaving, but that'd be rude, right?

"Look. You're fine. You're just. In the room of your super hot girlfriend. You're fine. Just. Don't do something stupid."

He did something stupid. He started to snoop. He looked around, seeing pictures of her family, trophies and medals, and her bed. Oh her bed was precious.

"Oh my god. She's got unicorn plushies AND sheets-I love her so fucking much."

She was too cute for her own good. He looked around some more, before noticing there was another door. Despite common sense, he opened it, revealing the view of an endless, open beach. The salty air hit his nose through here, and the pink sand amongst the various weight equipment only proved this was hers. Luisa was fascinating, constantly full of surprises. He thought about walking in, when he heard her door start to open. He shut the door, and immediately leapt for her bed, taking a seat just in time.

"You sat there the whole time?"

"Uh...yeah. Didn't. Want to invade your space."

Help him, help him, she was in her bath robe. It was big and fuzzy and purple and her hair looked SO pretty when it was down and wet like this. Luisa chuckled, tossing her clothes in her hamper in the corner.

"I wouldn't have minded. I mean you're my boyfriend so...ow."

His attention was taken away when he heard that. It was rare for her to be physically hurt, but when it did happen, he was on that shit.

"What's wrong?"

"I think I pulled something carrying that last donkey, kinda hurts right here, at my shoulder."

"Dumbass-I told you to stretch beforehand."

"I know, I know. I just wanted to get it done quickly, I really wanted to spend more time with you."

God. Dammit. He felt his face explode, before he sighed, scooted over, and patted the bed.

"Come here, I'll massage it. Dad gets body cramps all the time, this is what mom does."

He was glad she didn't fight him on this, sitting down without any retort. He was about to reach up to touch her, before realizing two things. One, he was about to touch his girlfriend, fresh out of the shower, in a place he hadn't before. Two, he needed her to push her robe down to even fucking reach-

"You okay back there?"

"Yeah I just need you to drop the robe. Just a bit, I can't reach."

She did that, letting it fall past her shoulders, and showing just a bit of her back. Holy shit, holy shit her muscles looked good enough to bite into. Relax, you fucking pervert. He got up a bit on his knees, and put his hands on her shoulders, just getting her used to his touch. His nervousness was obvious, and she chuckled.

"Donnie, you can just say you don't know what you're doing-"

"Shut the fuck up. I'm just, worried I might go a bit too hard. Stop me if I am, or imma go bat shit."

She looked pretty when she blushed like that. His fingertips pushed into her, alongside his thumbs. He went hard, knowing her muscles needed a bit more than the average effort. She seemed to sink into his touch, sighing in relief.

"Okay, take it back. You definitely know what you're doing."

"The massage, or taking care of my girl?"

"Both. I'm...still not used to you calling me that."

"Me too. Can't believe you're with an angry shithead like me. Is it the hair?"

She chuckled, turning her head to look at him.

"It's part of it. I also like that you're strong for me. Like, you stick up for me, you support me, you encourage me, and if I'll be honest, I kinda...like the angry, a bit. Kinda comes off as passionate."

She was looking at him with those pretty eyes, it made him focus on where he was massaging. But he had to look away immediately, because he could totally see her cleavage like this.

"I like stuff about you too. I like that you're sweet. I like that you're pretty. I like that you're strong. I like that you keep me calm and that...shit, princess, I just really like you."

She used her finger to give him a little push, chuckling as her face seemed to only get redder. Red suited her.

"That name is so dumb. I hate that I like it."

"Well I mean, that's what you are. To me, at least."

"Oh, stop it."

He hated when she did that. When she didn't believe him when he said good things about her. He leaned over her shoulder, meeting her eyes as he went on.

"No, I'm serious! I think you're like a princess. You're pretty, you're sweet, you even do the animal thing! I mean it's with donkeys but you get the idea. Look, how about this. You have tomorrow off, right? We'll get you a dress. A real big fancy one. And whatever girly shit your ass wants. Whatever makes you look like the princess I already see. Deal?"

She put her hand on his chest, looking at him with such fondess that it made HIM feel like a big shot.

"You hate shopping. Youd do that for me?"

"Absolutely. Whatever you need, imma do. I want you to count on me."

"...you know, if you think of me as a princess, does that make you a prince?"

He snorted as he put his whole weight on her, trying to ignore how much of her skin he was technically touching.

"Shit, if that'll keep you around, I'll be some prissy prince."

"And princes kiss princesses, right?"

He knew exactly what she was getting at. He cupped her cheek, and carefully pressed his lips against hers. She was so soft, even her grip on his wrist was gentle as gentle could be. They've had a few kisses, usual pecks. But this, this felt like it meant something. It kinda got to his head, honestly. In between kisses, he felt himself groan softly against her.

"Damn I love your lips, baby."

She seemed to freeze at his words, and he just now realized HOW he said his words. Like he was coming onto her. He cleared his throat, feeling embarrassed that he dared to talk to her like that.

"Donnie-"

"No no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound like that. I don't like, EXPECT stuff from you and..."

His thoughts drifted as she held onto his hand, keeping it against her cheek.

"No no. It doesn't bother me. I was...uhm. Gonna say, I kinda. Liked it. If you uh...want to do stuff, we can."

No way he heard what he heard. He glanced briefly at her chest, immediately regretting it because god dammit her cleavage was RIGHT there.

"Lulu, I uh. Think I didn't hear you right. It kinda sounded like you're saying you wanna have sex-"

"I did."

"...oh."

Oh god. Oh fuck. Oh shit. Oh every cussword in every language. The hottest girl ever, wanted to fuck HIM. She winced upon seeing his face.

"You're steaming, Donnie. If you don't WANT to, we can just-"

He didn't know how he did what he did. He just knew he somehow had her on her back, and he was right on top of her, elbows propped up so he can peer down at her. She looked so...pretty, wet hair over her pillows, robe disheveled, cheeks on fire and her eyes looking at him in surprise. How dare she be so cute?

"Gimme a safeword. You're gonna need it."

They BOTH were steaming at this point, like two kettles in a tea house. She fumbled with her thoughts, before getting an idea.

"Pressure."

Good enough for him. He leaned down to kiss her again, relishing in the fact that he was allowed to make the proper sounds he wanted. Amongst his own groans, he heard hers. Oh shit was it cute. She was begging for it.

"Wait, was that little sound from you?"

"...no?"

"You're a dirty little liar. You MOANED for me. You should do more of that. A lot more."

He pressed his lips against hers again, and in between their lips, in between his tongue grazing against her own, he pulled at her robe, till it opened. He lifted himself up a bit to look at her, and his confidence faltered. She was. Woah. Way too pretty for him. A big, fit body, perfect with muscles, decorated in freckles, and every part of her was beautifully big and thick. Including her chest. Oh help him they were huge. She winced at his face, about to pull her robe back over herself.

"I'm sorry, I know it's a lot, we can do it with it on-"

"Damn bitch, let me admire the shit out of you for like two seconds, you're fucking gorgeous."

She stared up at him, as if he just recited some romantic ass poetry to her.

"You're...not lying?"

"If I lie to you about how much I love you, you get to kill me. Or get your sister to, she'd actually beat my shit in."

"Which one?"

"Both, honestly. But my point is, I think you're the most beautiful woman ever. I think you're my pretty princess."

Oh she LOVED that, he could tell from how she tried to cover her mouth with her palm. How he was the only guy who saw her as gorgeous, he had no fucking clue.

"You're embarrassing me..."

"Is it embarrassing if my pretty princess LIKES all the attention?"

He wanted to kiss her lips again, but with her covering it, he had to try something else. He buried his face in the crook of her neck instead, kissing along her pretty skin. So soft, and he swore she smelked like lavender and cupcakes. He let his hand trail down her stomach, till his hand was right between her legs. Oh there was a bit of curly hair that tickled her fingertips, he kept reminding himself to NOT lose his shit.

"Donnie, can you uh..."

"Can I what, baby?"

"Can you call me the other name too?"

"What, you mean teddy bear?"

She gave a mini scream as she nodded, and god dammit did he love that shit. He leaned down to sneak a kiss at her nose, before he started to rub at her pussy, just slow enough to get her used to his touch.

"I can do that. I can do whatever you want. Whatever makes you happy. Just keep those legs open for me, I'll make you the happiest teddy bear in the world."

She did as he said, keeping those pretty things to the side to give his hand that much needed space he needed. The space he needed to smear her wetness over her pubic hair, to rub it over her folds, to brush over her clit. To make her make those pretty sounds he was really starting to get addicted to. Her shakey little voice was helpless, and for once, he liked seeing her so weak.

"You can uh, p-put them inside if you want."

"What, you want my fingers inside your pussy? Like this?"

He may have been getting carried away, but he couldn't help but push a finger into her, and watch as she gripped onto the sheets below. He watched her bite her pretty bottom lip as she nodded.

"You can put m-more. I can handle a lot more."

"Oh yeah? Alright. I'll give you more."

He shoved three fingers into her, pushing them in and out. It made such a loud, wet sound, and he wanted to be inside those tight little walls. His own dick was straining against his pants, giving him a bit of pain, but that didn't matter. She did.

"T-thank you."

He snorted, leaning down to press his forehead against hers.

"Don't thank me yet. Don't thank me till I get my dick right inside this wet little cunt."

"Can it...c-can it be now? This is killing me, Donnie. I need more than just the fingers."

He wanted to scold her, but he was too excited about the idea of a girl THIS fine being Impatient for him. He got off of her, took off his shirt (he tried not to get even more confident upon her checking him out as much as she was), before taking himself out of his pants. He was more ready than he thought, all from just a few moments of fingering his girlfriend. He stroked himself for a moment, getting her use to the sight of him. That, and well...it was kinda hot, her watching.

"You SURE you want this, right? Because you can stop me at ANY point."

"I don't want you to stop. Donnie, please?"

She put her hand between her legs, and parted her folds for him, letting him take a look inside of her pink, hot, wet insides. Didn't have to tell him twice. He reached for the condom in his pants, and after opening it with his teeth and sliding it over himself, he got down to it. He held onto his cock as he slowly pushed himself in, and he banged his fist against the headboard upon pushing himself in fully. That felt. WAY better than it should. She shouldn't be this cute and be THIS tight, it made him feel WEAK.

"God DAMMIT, baby."

"W-what? Are you okay?"

"No. No I'm not. You're too fuckin' pretty, and you feel too good around me. Unfortunately, I think you got me hooked on you."

He kept himself propped up as he started to push himself back and forth. Slowly at first, knowing if he went full force so soon, he'd only last a second. Her hands held onto her sheets, and he watched as his strong girl seemed to unravel underneath him.

"D-Donnie, you...feel really good."

"You're one to talk. Tight little pussy, cute little face...I'm a lucky guy, you know that?"

"You're not just saying that because we're doing it?"

He took a hold of her cheeks, tilting her head to the side, in order to kiss her pretty cheek.

"Nope. I'm lucky before and after. I just REALLY like fucking you, but I don't think you're complaining."

He couldn't help but give her kisses upon kisses, taking in the smell of her pretty shampoo, finding himself picking up the pace. Should he be going so fast? Probably not, but she'd stop him if he was too much. For now, he wanted to fuck the prettiest girl in the world. He kept his face buried into the nape of her neck, and just stopped thinking, just let his body do all the work.

"No. No, no covering that pretty mouth. I wanna hear it. Wanna hear how you sound when I'm with you."

She was wordless now, but sure as hell not silent. Her hand wanted to cover her mouth, try to save some dignity, but she wasn't allowed to have that, not now. Not as his hips started to buck into her, not as he was starting to use her to make himself feel so fucking good.

"Fuck, you feel so good, teddy bear. You feel like you belong with me. Like this is the pussy I'm SUPPOSED to fuck."

She wasn't looking at him anymore. Hell, they were closed at this point. But it didn't matter to him. She looked pretty like this, eyes forced shut and her cheeks drenched in blush, sweat coming down her frame. He could feel himself throb, all for her.

"You make me so fucking angry sometimes. I see you out there every day, and you don't know how fucking sexy I find you. You know how many times I almost wanted to sneak you off into some alley and take out all my anger on this pussy? You're so unfair. You're a real fucking tease, teddybear."

Her poor hips tried to buck against him, clearly wanting more of him. She wanted more, she'd get more. He forced her to open her mouth, and forced his tongue past her lips. She loved the feeling of his tongue rolling against hers, hardly letting her breathe, he swore it was practically shoving her off of that edge.

"Teddy bear likes to get tongue fucked. How cute. If that's what you want."

His hips kept moving, his tongue and his lips kept kissing and licking, was it any wonder she came? Her sound was so pretty, he swore it even tasted sweet as he swallowed it. She tried to speak, probably something about his turn, but he didn't need it. He pushed himself in as full as he could, and came. He wished he could've cum inside her. Something about her made him want to just do it, even though it was a terrible idea.

They sat there for a moment, trying to catch their poor breaths, before he pulled away, tossing the condom into her trash. He was about to ask if she needed something, before her head was right on his chest, and her big arms were wrapped around him. He chuckled, putting his hand on her head.

"Happy?"

"Mhmm. Very. I'm...glad we did that. I mean I've done it before, but never with a guy."

"Oh. That's news. I hope I didn't just ruin it for the guys team then."

She chuckled at his joke, shaking her head.

"No no. It was nice. It was...a lot more than I expected, a little overwhelming, but I liked it. I like you."

"I like you too. A lot. I like your shampoo too, shit smells like a bakery's asshole."

She snorted as she looked up at him, catching him playing with a piece of her hair.

"Donnie, can I say something, and you not freak out?"

"Go for it."

"I don't like you. I love you. I'm glad you're my boyfriend."

She meant it. He could see it in her pretty eyes. He smiled, and leaned down to kiss her forehead.

"And I love you. I'm glad you're my princess."

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"Oh. Donovan. I didn't expect to see you here so early."

Luisa tried to get him out of her room early, but she had overslept, so she decided he should at least get some breakfast before sending him home. Donovan nodded at her as he started to pile on his plate.

"We uh. Had a sleepover."

Antonio called out from the dining room table.

"Why wasn't I invited?! I like sleepovers!"

"Next time, little man! Imma eat, then we'll head out Teddy bear."

He kissed her hand real quick before heading over to go eat. Julieta chuckled in amusement.

"He's in good spirits. Maybe he just needed a nap. What can I get you for breakfast, mija?"

"I uhm. Would actually just like some tea."

"Oh of course! I have this new tea that tastes EXACTLY like mangos-"

"No. I mean. The tea Dolores takes. The one she makes sure to have it after she hangs out with Mariano."

She seemed confused, before she gasped, hands over her mouth.

"Oh! Oh. You and Donovan?"

"Last night. Yeah. I can tell you that, right?"

"Oh of course! I'm just. Surprised. Oh my girl is growing up! Now, I'll make you a tea. Let's just not tell your father-"

"Tell me what?"

"Ay Agustín."

She sighed as Agustín seemed to pop out of nowhere. She held onto her husband's hands.

"I'm going to tell you something. I need you to not make a scene. Alright?"

"Okay, scaring me, but I'm following."

Luisa looked at her with worry, before she continued.

"Luisa is taking those tea's now. You know, the birth control one. Because her and Donovan are...starting to have sex."

Julieta winced as Agustín's fingers gripped into her hands. She hoped that cracking sound wasn't as bad as it sounded. Luisa shrunk a bit at her father's disbelief.

"Dad, I AM an adult. I CAN do these things. Are you...mad?"

"Not mad. Just. Surprised. And scared. And I might throw up. But I'm fine. Totally fine. You are an adult. Long as it was consensual and safe. I...Julie help me sit down."

Luisa winced as Agustín needed help taking a seat. But upon hearing Donovan yell that her mom's coffee was 'fucking bitchin', she realized she wouldn't take it back.

Not with her prince.

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Flower | 09

; Hoseok x Reader

; Genre: Fluff, slight angst

; Word Count: 4.2k

; Synopsis: You finally decide to take a dip into the world of online dating and find the Flower dating app. One of the top matches for you proves to be a guy who looks to be your complete opposite; tattooed, pierced, a metalhead and oh…incredibly handsome. What happens when you throw caution to the wind and reach out to him?

; A/N: A Christmas present for you all! This has been my favourite chapter of Flower so far so I hope you all enjoy it too! Please reblog if you enjoyed and let me know what you think in a comment or ask!

; Flower Masterpost

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The knock on your front door causes you to pause, clothes in your hand as you put them into your washing machine. You’d been frantically cleaning for the last hour, tidying up your already clean apartment to make sure that it all looked good. When you’d run out of stuff to clean, you’d resorted to washing your clothes early. 

Just for something to do while you waited.

But now he’s here. Hoseok is here. At your apartment, for the first time. You’d been to his a few times now but he’d never been to yours. That had been your fault because you simply just hadn’t invited him. It hadn’t entered your head to do that. Not until Chungha got exasperated and pointed out that perhaps he’d like to see where you lived too.

She must have been right because Hoseok had eagerly accepted and so here you were. You’d finished work an hour and a half ago, the time spent since waiting for him to finish and head home to grab his stuff before coming to yours had given you plenty of time to fulminate.

Not only was Hoseok coming over to yours for the first time...but he was going to spend the night. He’d come up with a plan to drive you both to an amusement park a few hours away tomorrow, but it required getting up pretty early. As a result, you’d just blurted out that he could stay with you.

You could tell that he’d been a little shocked at your proposition, not because you were suggesting he stay but because it was you who was suggesting it. He probably hadn’t expected you to propose that for a while yet.

Especially not when you had plans to let him sleep in bed with you too. You’d discussed it with Chungha and Soyeon in depth, wondering whether you should make him sleep out on the couch for the night. They’d been adamant that you couldn’t do that given you were dating, and you’d been together for two months so why not just let him sleep next to you?

If he remained as polite as he’d been, he wouldn’t be putting any moves on you. 

The easy way you’d said yes to it and suggested it to him told you, and everyone else who knew you, that you really wanted him to stay over. To sleep next to you. Honestly, it had one of your fantasies. Alongside the sexual ones, sometimes you just thought about him holding you in bed, cuddling with him.

Tonight you were going to get to experience that.

Quickly putting the rest of your clothes into the machine, you pause for a moment as you wonder if it’s stupid of you to be washing your clothes. But you push the thought of the way as you add powder and detergent before turning it on. A final glance around your small apartment lets you see that everything is as clean as it’s going to get and you take in a deep breath, smoothing down your shirt.

Opening the door slowly, you smile at Hoseok as he stands there waiting, a backpack over his shoulder and a bright smile on his own face. “Hi...err...sorry, I was putting my washing on. For some reason. Err...come in.”

He laughs softly as he enters, toeing off his shoes and carefully placing them on the rack you have set up next to the door without even being asked to. Moving forward through the tiny hall, you gesture to the living room and attached kitchen with a nervous movement.

“Errm so...this is the living room, obviously. And the kitchen. The door you just passed is the bathroom and the other door is my bedroom. It’s not very big,” You feel yourself heat up in embarrassment as your hands twist together. “I mean...I can still barely afford it but it’s home at least.”

Hoseok looks around slowly, eyes darting everywhere as he takes in the decor of the place. You weren’t allowed to put things on the wall so the only decorations were on the bookcase in the corner, your television stand, your couch, the coffee table and the drawers next to the bookcase. Looking around, you take it in the same way he does.

A fluffy throw in slate grey is draped over the couch, covering both the back and the seat cushions while an array of interesting cushions and plushies cover it. Your Pusheen plush sits in pride of place but there’s also a bao bun with a smiley face, an overly cartoony calico cat stretched out along the back and a Jack Skellington face on the couch as well. 

Other plushies dot the room as well, from the set of Pokémon on the bookcase which included all the Eeveelutions you’d carefully collected over the years and various Pokéball’s to random cute ones and even a Pac-Man. Amongst all of that, was other stuff you’d collected; a range of animal shaped hand creams, a bunch of tiny Harry Potter chibi snow globes, some Funko POP figures featuring Disney characters along with a Totoro clock.

Random lights were currently turned on around the room including the PlayStation logo light, the Mario Mushroom light and a Yoshi egg. Part of you cringed as you took in how...colourful and pretty everything was compared to Hoseok. It looked so...delicate next to him.

He was stood there in black ripped jeans with a Guns n Roses shirt on, his tattoos the only thing that matched the room really. And yet he didn’t look disgusted by it, instead he just looked fascinated. Moving forward, he looked over the various books, Blu-Ray’s and video games you’d collected over the years along with the tiny Totoro figures that almost made up a little set.

“Oh my god...this is literally you in a room.” He marvelled, eyes wide as he took in the light shade that covered the light bulb hanging in the room. It was simple, just a curved circle but it was navy blue with tiny circles cut into little rockets and planets. When you turned it on, which was rarely, it made the room light up with a space theme.

“Err...yeah...I’m sorry, I know it’s a lot.” You apologise, rubbing at your forearm as you feel the swirl of negative feelings within you start to bubble. Already you’re regretting letting him into your home, into your safe space. This was where you felt most comfortable, where you felt happy. You only let people in that you trusted, and after two months you were pretty sure you could.

But it was still overwhelming, letting someone into the very private part of you and letting them see what made you happy.

“Don’t apologise, this is great. You’ve seen my place, it’s barren compared to this. I like it. It’s nice. Feels...cosy.” Hoseok said with a bright grin, white teeth flashing as you glanced at you before looking into your kitchen with eager curiosity.

The cuteness extends into there too, sweet woodland themed animal print oven gloves draped over the oven handle while a whole array of cute magnets cover the fridge along with pictures and important notices. A Totoro egg timer sits next to a little polka dot flower pot on the window sill while a cat themed calendar is propped up on the microwave.

A soft meow combined with pressure on his lower legs causes Hoseok to jump slightly, looking down before he grins even bigger. “Oh hello there! You must be Kasumi! Your mommy has told me so much about you.” He croons in a high pitched voice, the kind people only use on babies or animals.

But you can see the delight in his eyes as she sits in front of him, her cream fluffy coat combining with her dark paws and ears alongside astonishingly azure eyes to make her look like the prettiest cat ever. You were pretty sure that she was a ragdoll cat, which meant it was even more shocking that you’d found her in a shelter as a kitten. 

She observes Hoseok for a moment longer before meowing sweetly at him, pushing up to butt his hand with her head and he coos as he crouches down, stroking and talking absolute nonsense to her. You get the sense that he’s just fallen in love at first sight with your cat, the smile on his face bigger than anything you’d seen as she flops to the floor, belly presented and batting at his hand playfully.

“I’m gonna steal your cat.” He teases, looking up at you with playful eyes and you snort, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Over my dead body. She loves me anyway, right Kasumi?” At her name, her ears twitch and she looks at you upside down, letting out a soft mewl as her loud purrs reach you. You grin and crouch down, arms open as you make kissing noises to her and she immediately jumps up, rushing over to you. Standing back up with her in your arms, you smile smugly at Hoseok and wonder why on earth you’re suddenly competing with him over the affection of your own cat.

It looks like the thought runs through his head as well as he shakes it before walking over to you, dropping his backpack past you onto the couch before he places his hands on your waist. Leaning close, you feel your shoulders rising at his attention and he chuckles quietly.

“I guess I’ve got some competition then, huh?” He murmurs before kissing you, the gesture ever so gentle. It’s nothing intense, yet it fires you up in ways you’d never really considered before. Here, in your home, with your cat in your arms and your boyfriend kissing you, you feel happier than you can remember in recent memory. It feels...almost normal.

Hoseok pulls away quickly, smiling as he looks you up and down with a raised brow. “Can I go change if you’re in your pyjamas already?”

His tone is ever so slightly teasing and you look away, pressing your face into Kasumi’s soft fur to avoid the embarrassment.

“Yeah...sorry. I don’t...I don’t see the point in wasting clothes when I’m at home. Pyjamas or die you know?” He snorts in response, kissing your cheek before grabbing his backpack again.

“I get it, I’ll be back in a minute.”

-

It turns out that Hoseok’s pyjamas are just...his normal lounge clothes apparently. A pair of plain black sweatpants is combined with an overly large Star Wars shirt, a few holes in both items that cause you to raise a brow in amusement. A far cry from the matching set of pyjamas you’re wearing; a set of Marauder's Map leggings combined with a black shirt and a gold Hogwarts crest.

“You can tell our personalities just from what we’re wearing.” He looks up from his phone, brows raised before looking between you both with a lopsided smile. Without a word, he walks over to you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you to him tightly.

Body stiffening automatically without you even meaning, you force yourself to relax in his embrace. You still weren’t used to the open affection Hoseok lavished on you, the casual touches of his not normal enough for you to accept openly like you did with your friends and family. But you were getting there.

You just wished that you could extend the open affection to him in the same way. It was hard though, you weren’t naturally open to physical gestures like that. Normally you just accepted them, but you wanted to discover to be open with him.

Because as you melted into his arms, you realised that you really liked this.

“What are you trying to say, huh? That I’m ratty and old while you’re young and put together?” He teases, squeezing tightly while rocking you from side to side, putting just enough pressure that you have to stagger back as you giggle against his chest.

“No! I mean...you are older than me…” 

“Excuse you! I’m only two years older than you! Hardly Hugh Hefner here.” Hoseok protests, his voice loud but you can hear the playfulness in it. It makes you happy to hear that, knowing that he’s going along with you.

“You’re right...you don’t have as much money as him. I’m missing out.” At that, he leans back enough for you to see his face, his jaw dropped while he tries to stop a smile from spreading. It causes you to grin in response, squeezing him tightly in response before you press your face back to his chest. “It’s okay though, you’re pretty.”

“Wow...okay. Does that make me the Playboy Bunny in this situation?” You snort, hands lowering without even meaning to and making him jerk in surprise as you squeeze his ass without even thinking. The very ass that your friends had teased you about weeks ago.

“How do you look with bunny ears and a tail?” 

He moves away at that, eyeing you suspiciously as he bites his lower lip, the flesh disappearing between his teeth. “Let’s never find out, shall we?”

“Awww. There’s people who find that kinky. They get dressed up as animals and stuff. Sometimes it’s just...they just wanna dress up but sometimes they dress up and it’s like...they wanna have sex in those suits.” Hoseok just stares at you in disgust, looking away before nodding slowly.

“Sounds great. I’m never doing that. Just want you to know,” he pauses, looking up at the ceiling before cringing and shrugging. You’re suddenly reminded of that woman trying alcohol meme as he makes a considering face. “Okay maybe I’d try it once if you were into it but I don’t think it’s for me.”

You steadfastly avoid his face at that, body heating rapidly at the thought of him thinking about having sex with you knew he probably had. If you were thinking that way about him, then there was no one way someone like him wasn’t thinking that way too. And it was a very strange sensation to know that he wanted you like that.

So you just gestured to the couch, watching as he sits down and scoops Kasumi into his lap. A quick phone call gets you food ordered from your favourite Chinese place, Hoseok stating his preferences to you as he flicks through Netflix and strokes the fluff ball he’s holding.

The next few hours pass by in a food coma bliss of delicious food combined with both of you starting a show on Amazon instead called The Boys. It had surprised you both with how violent and gory it was yet you enjoyed it thoroughly, much to Hoseok’s amusement. Maybe he thought your love of cute things meant that you didn’t like that kind of stuff but you enjoyed it just as much.

You both made it through three episodes before you found yourself getting tired, it was nearing 11pm and as lame as it made you sound...you were someone who went to sleep a bit earlier than that. It amused Hoseok when your head started to loll onto his shoulder, the pleasant warmth and comfort of his body as you cuddled up together lulling you into drowsiness.

Which was why when the episode finally ended, he stood up and gently pulled you up as well. “Come on sleepy, I think it’s time for bed. Sometime’s tired.” He was using that voice that he’d used on Kasumi earlier, and part of you wanted to protest it but you were too drowsy to bother. So instead, you went around the room after shaking his hands off to turn off all the lights.

Hoseok went to the bathroom while you did that, telling you that he was just going to go to the toilet and brush his teeth. By the time you had finished cleaning everything up and throwing the empty Chinese cartons away, he was standing a little awkwardly outside your bedroom.

Smiling, you opened the door and let him in. “You can go in.”

He gave a little smile before heading in and pausing as he looked around once more. Your room was barely big enough for the double bed in it, one side pressed up against the wall while a bedside table rested next to it. A wardrobe was next to that and a chest of drawers along with a mirror. 

“Err...sorry...it’s a little cramped.” You say quietly, rubbing your arms nervously once more and he just shakes his head at you with a small sigh that sounds more amused than you’d expected.

“You need to stop apologising for everything. It’s fine, honestly. Don’t stress yourself over it.” He heads over to the bed and looked down at it, teeth clanking against his lip ring as it looked down. “I’m gonna guess that you sleep on this side?” 

Pointing at the side closest to the bedside table, you go to nod before realise he’s being rhetorical. It was blatantly obvious which side you slept on, given the other side was covered in a large array of plushies. From more Pokémon to a Star Wars teddy, Toothless from How To Train Your Dragon, a cute cat face, a fluffy llama and so much more. 

The side Hoseok would be sleeping on was covered in them and you cover your face in dual embarrassment and horror, realising that you’d blatantly forgotten to clean it off for him. “Err...yeah. You can just...put them on the floor or something. Sorry, I mean…” 

You cut yourself off from apologising again at his look but he just smiles and shrugs. “It’s okay, I’ll sort it out.”

Quickly, you leave the room to prevent any further embarrassment for you. Sometimes you really wondered why Hoseok stayed with you given how different you both obviously were. The thought made your chest hurt and you pressed as it, frowning as you did your own nightly routine. It took a little longer than Hoseok’s as you had a whole skincare routine to go through and so ten minutes later you walked back in with a face mask on.

He was lying on his back, pillows propped up behind him as he looked through his phone and you noted with amusement the little ice cream plush that was still situated next to him. In fact...he made the most bizarre image laid there.

Your bedding was white, with tiny rainbows ending in clouds interspersed with yellow stars and little cartoons unicorns and pegasus that jumped and frolicked. You liked your bedding to look as cute as everything else, only it looked childish with him in it now.

His tattoos look at complete odds with it all, dark hair pushed back and making him look even hotter than ever with it all messed up. He looked dark and brooding in your bed, anathema to your bedding and it was both adorable and bizarrely attractive. 

A sudden thought rushes through your head that one day, if everything goes right, you’ll be having sex with him in that bed. Cheeks heating, you quickly rush forward and sit on the bed carefully, plugging your phone into the charger before looking back over at him.

“Do you need your phone charging too? I have another cable and plug.” You offer and he lets out a noise, head turning towards you before his eyes finally pull away. When he finally notices your face, he jerks away in shock before his face contorts and he squints at you.

“The fuck is on your face? Are you cosplaying Michael Myers or something?” Hoseok mutters, leaning forward a bit and looking you over. You try not to laugh, not wanting the face mask to move and you push at his face lightly.

“Don’t make me laugh, you’ll ruin it. It’s just a face mask, my night routine.” Laying back on the bed, he pulls a face at you.

“You do that every night? Isn’t it tiring?” You shake your head, checking in your Twitter feed as you wait for the time to pass until you can take it off again. “Is that why your skin always looks so pretty? Or is that makeup?”

“Hoseok! I haven’t worn makeup the last three times we’ve met up. You haven’t noticed between that and makeup?” He just stares at you for a moment before shrugging, his hand suddenly running along your back in slow and steady movements. It feels like electricity moves through your body as he does so, but you can’t tell any sexual intention behind it.

“I feel like no matter what I say here...I’m going to get myself in trouble. So...I will be smart and say that you look beautiful with and without makeup.” His smile is boylike then, making his entire face look far younger than he actually is and you sighed softly in defeat, shaking your head before checking the clock on your bedside table. “Why does your clock look like that?”

You pull off the face mask and throw it into the small trash can underneath the table, gently patting at your face to get the excess moisture to absorb. Glancing at the clock, you note it’s unusual shape and size while the orange numbers glow.

“It’s one of those clocks that simulate sunrise to help make it easier to wake up in the morning. I struggle with feeling tired and in winter I never want to get up. Err...I tend to get a little...or a lot...depressed with it. So I got this because daylight is meant to make you happier so ten minutes before my alarm goes off, it starts to light up and simulate a sunrise. It works pretty well in fairness.” You finish, rubbing your cheeks before grabbing the next step of your routine.

“Really? Huh. Cool.” He hands you his phone once you’ve finished, turning onto his side watching you intently. The attention makes you feel warm inside and finally you’re ready to go to bed, lifting the covers and cautiously sliding in next to him. It feels warm and comfortable as usual, your pillow and bedding maximised for comfort.

Reaching over, you turn off the lamp, leaving you both in darkness. The room feels oppressively silent at that moment before you realise that you can hear his breathing next to you. Suddenly, you feel hyper aware of his every movement and sound, your own body stiff beneath the covers.

A few minutes pass by like that, you unsure what to do now and too tense to sleep even after feeling so drowsy earlier. And then suddenly Hoseok reaches out, his hand resting on your stomach tentatively before stroking gently when you don’t react.

“You’re so tense.” He laughs softly and you feel the need to apologise again. But you hold it back, knowing that you have no reason to apologise. Hoseok knows by now what you’re like, he’s aware of your shy and awkward nature and he must know how out of your comfort zone you’re feeling right now.

Which is why you appreciate how slow he moves, his hand spreading heat through your stomach as his slow movements lead you to relaxing ever so slightly. He keeps doing it, his breathing just as hypnotising and you find your eyelids fluttering shut as the earlier drowsiness comes back.

“Can you turn over? On your side?” Hoseok asks softly, hand pausing and it takes a few seconds for you to acknowledge what he’d said. But you do so, shifting lazily until your back is facing him and your head is pressed comfortably into the pillow with your hand slotted beneath both pillows.

And then carefully shuffles up behind you, a warm and heavy weight sliding around your waist as he wraps an arm around you. Pulling slightly, he tugs you into a more comfortable position and you’re suddenly wide awake again. Even though you’ve been cuddled up with him before on a couch, it’s somehow completely different now that you’re lying together in bed.

Every bit of his front presses to your back and you’ve never been so aware of someone else. He feels like a furnace behind you, though you’re not sure if that’s because he actually is warm or if it’s because your body is burning hot. But you like it, as nervous as it makes you feel.

Your limbs feel like you could go outside and run a marathon yet the idea of leaving the bed is so far beyond you. His warm breath gently puffs against your neck as he settles a little more and you swallow hard, forcing your body to relax as you get used to the feeling. It’s been a long time since you’ve slept next to someone, and you’d never felt comfortable with them.

But you do with him. You do with Hoseok.

And without even realising it, your wandering mind begins to drift off as you lay there comfortably, feeling safe and content about everything. 

[the-fiction-witch]

Apologize P1 & 2

REAL LIFE: X CREATIVE COUPLE: TBS X READER RATING: DARK + SAD 

It was raining, Or so my mother told me.

August 24th At 00:02 am,

I made my grand Arrival into this world.

Loudly, Or so my family told me.

They liked to joke that my screams woke everyone who lived within five miles of the hospital when I was born.

I was Named After my Great Grandmother who we had just lost a few months before I was born.

I was taken to a little Semi-detached house on a little road with a big sister and a Puppy to keep me company.

I remember the tree in our garden that always summoned butterflies.

I remember the Buttercups in the garden flower pots, I do believe I ate the dirt from one of them once,

I don't remember much of being a little girl I just remember being happy and giggly

I think i would have revelled in it a little longer if I knew what was coming,

I Remember the first day of school, My mother never sent me to Preschool as she thought it was expensive and it was far easier to just have me at home as she worked from home anyway, But I remember the first day away from that house.

I stood in a little striped white and blue dress with grey socks and Shinny black shoes that squeaked if they touched each other My Thick hair Pulled tight into a painful ponytail holding a Plush Bear, Looking up at the high green gates that where taller then the buildings themselves the buildings grey and boring bricks with Strangely arranged doors with children running around of all sorts of ages most of the year groups staying to themselves,

And suddenly I was alone with a million eyes on me in every possible direction I felt like I wanted to cry so I ran as fast as my little feet would carry me over to my big sister who stood with some friends

"what do you want?" she asked,

"play?" I asked

"Go play with kids in your class," she says pushing me over to a kids my own age "Go Make friends Y/n"

so I sat on the concrete floor rocks poking my legs and bottom, till something hit my arm

"Owww!" I complained as my arm began hurting

"Are you okay?" A voice asked I turned to look and it was a boy the same age as me with a football and a little plushie seal tucked into his shirt pocket he was tall for his age and quite lanky with a blonde mop of hair and big brown eyes

"yeah" I nodded

"Then Get out the way next time!" He yelled before he ran off,

Not long after someone came out with a bell so I went to the class they told me too and the teacher lead me to a desk with my name written on it I looked at the name next to me

'Thomas Brodie Sangster' I looked to the person taking the seat beside me it was the boy who hit me with the ball

"Ohh its you?" He sighed "Why did I have to sit with the Ugly girl!" He whined to the teacher

"Thomas thats not very nice!" The teacher said

"I Don't wanna sit next to the fat girl!" He yelled

"Thomas sit down and appologize to Y/n" the teacher orders

I didn't know why but I was already crying so I held my ear tight and ran to the toilets sitting under the sinks with my bear

I sat at my desk a little excited as I did some maths work Looking at my table, I was the only one in class who didn't share a table with someone else, as Thomas threw a fit and knowone else would willingly sit with me, it was nice as I got a whole desk to myself and I put my bear in the spare chair, however, everyone had someone to talk to... everyone but me.

I glanced up at the board with the problems written all over it we were meant to be solving even if most people were just messing around with each other I saw Thomas across the room doing his work sitting with his freind mark who was making paper aeroplanes and throwing them at various people Thomas was looking at me leaning his head on his hand his elbow on the table he was looking right at me the second I looked over he stuck his tounge out at me so I looked away back to my work

"Right everyone, hand back your work and get your bags ready for swimming lessons," the teacher said so I passed my work to the next table and got up going out to the coat hooks getting my little swimming bag, it was clear blue plastic with all my things wrapped up in it I felt a shove almost hitting my head on the wall

"Surprised you didn't crack the wall!" Thomas's Voice Yelled as he grabbed his stuff and went back to the classroom I sighed taking my things back to the classroom lining up in alphabet order, Once the teacher said so we all walked out to the bus, as usual, I sat on my own Looking out the window watching the water run up and down the window as it had gathered in between the layers of the glass in the window I ignored the paper planes and sandwich wrappers being thrown at me the whole journey rushing into the girls changing room at the pool, I almost ran hiding in a little cubicle not watching to be around the other girls changing into my blue and white swimsuit, I went outputting my stuff away in a locker and lining up at the back of the rest of the girls in there cute little pink bikini's and costumes with butterflies and flowers There Young Bodies starting to slowly mature some of them in training bar's and a few of them using makeup already Once it was time to go out I tried to stay away from view best I could not wanting anyone to make fun of me we walked out to the pool complex the smell of clorine and the heat in the air, the little waves in the empty pool, all the girls sitting on the ledge waiting for the instructor all of them making eyes at the boys who sat around on the other ledge

"Ohh my god!" A voice laughed I looked and noticed, ever girl was sat and there was no space for me meaning everyone was looking at me being the only one stood up. Their eyes felt like knives Like There glares burnt my skin like acid as they all looked at me judging every inch of my body there were whispers and laughs amongst each other until

"Look, Everyone" A Familiar voice laughed It was Thomas stood, his mop of blonde hair tussled in his hand his thin lanky body exposes all but his blue loose-fitting shorts "Its Y/n The Manatee!"

and within seconds the name stuck and everyone was pointing and laughing at me

"Y/n the manatee! Y/n the Manatee!" over and over and over again.

"Ohh what's the matter you gonna cry?" he asked me grabbing the strap of my swimsuit pulling it high and letting go causing it to painfully snap on my skin "Oh no Manatee Cry those ugly little eyes out!"

"Thomas Brodie Sangster!" A voice yelled it was the instructor man with his whistle "Is that any way to treat a young Lady?"

"Hardly a lady is she" He argued

"You Apologize this second young man!"

"NO!" He screamed grabbing my hair by my ponytail My immediate reaction was to scream at the top of my lungs as he pulled my hair hard and threw me into the pool ...

I stood putting my coat on the hook outside the classroom as well as my other things getting my thick heavy books to use almost as a shield from people's eyes as I took my seat we didn't have any work to do today so I put my head in my books trying to ignore the groups of people talking about the new school, there were three in the area we could attend, the Gramma school, The Academy and the other school. I was hoping maybe people from here wouldn't be going to the same school as me so I'd get a new start away from these people but more than anything I hoped I'd e away from Thomas.

I had begged my mother to let me stay home from school somedays,

Or to take me on holiday,

Or to transfer me to another school,

this horrible comments had made me cry myself to sleep more nights than I dare to count,

I hoped with all my heart that he wouldn't be coming to the same school as me,

If he was I wouldn't be able to escape his torment for another four years.

I almost finished my book when the teacher wished us all luck for September and bid us all goodbye so I went putting my books in my bag when I suddenly felt a slap on my butt I panicked and almost screamed

"So where are you going in September Y/n Manatee?"

"None of your Business Thomas"

"Well we will find out won't we Y/n" he smirked

I remember being overwhelmed looking at this huge school filled with people fighting, running and yelling at each other I looked at the map in my hand slightly struggling to read it heading to the block and room that was to be my form room for the next four years opening the door

"Ohh come in really! I think I'm stuck in this fuckers gravitational pull!" Thomas laughed

"Thomas Brodie Sangster! Don't use that word!' the teacher yelled

"Which one?" He asked

"The f word, one more time and I'll give you detention" the teacher warns

"I'm not sitting with her!" He complained

"Well I'm sure if you two had a talk you could become best friends" the teacher suggested

"I don't want anything to do with... Her" he groaned

"Thomas you will sit with her" the teacher says "go on dear"

I sighed and took the seat next to Thomas he groaned moving his chair away from me as far as he could get, I put my books down on the desk and began to read while he was sat drawing something in a superhero notebook, his black trousers very loose to his skinny form infact they had been turned up at the bottom so they wouldn't drag on the floor, his white shirt so loose it was almost falling off him, his black blazer miles to big for him, his messy mop of blonde hair I noticed was starting to turn dark brown at the roots his hair slightly neat almost like a 50's giff

"What the fuck are you looking at?" He asked me "Y/n manatee"

"I like your drawing" I answered

He looked shocked by my words shutting his notebook avoiding my eyes

"Thanks Y/n"

"Your welcome Thomas" I smiled

"Thomas... Why did you, you know, on our last day at school?"

"Why do you care?" He laughs

"Curious" I shrugged

"None of your fucking business!"

"Thomas Brodie Sangster! Go to the office emmediatly!" The teacher yelled

I took my pe bag to the bathroom in the changing room locking the stall door and sitting in the toilet as I opened my bag starting to change pulling off my blazer and undoing my shirt revealing my white t-shirt bra the straps digging into my plump skin, the cups having a little space but not much where my chest was starting to painfully grow I pushed off my skirt and tights leaving me in my little white underwear the fabric breaking away from the elastic, I put my shirt and shorts on hiding my stuff in a little corner in the changing room while the girls all stood giggling and having fun while they got changed I waited outside the changing room till everyone else had gone

"Hey? You alright Miss Lewis?" One of the PE teachers asked as he walked past

"Yeah, fine sir" I answered walking out to the field hiding behind everyone I could see the boys on the other side of the field running around the muddy grass in their shorts and little shirts running around playing football as well as trying to check out the girls

"Alright, Boys come on over!" The teacher yelled and the boys all ran other excited "Right today we are playing boy's Vs Girl's at rounders"

I did my best for the whole game to hide away from people until I spotted him...

Thomas, He was feilding currently his hard crossed against his chest looking a little bored and he was looking... at me

"Miss Lewis Your Up!" The teacher yelled I went up going to take the bat from one of the boys who was feilding but he dropped it on the floor

"Ohh sorry Manatee" He laughs so I kneeled down to pick it up and he kicked dust on my face it instantly getting in my eyes and irritating me but I ignore it best I could The boy who was pitching smirked and threw the ball at me so low and so hard that it hit my leg I wanted to scream but I bit my mouth hard holding my leg in pain

"You Alright?" The teacher asks and I nodded even if I was lying they threw it again and I managed to hit it so I started running even if my leg was making me limp

"Run Y/n Manatee run! Run Manatee Run!" A voice shouted it sounded like Thomas but before I could even get to the first base the whole of the class of girls and the class of boys were singing it at me I kept going trying to fight back tears "Ohh whats the matter Manatee you gonna cry?" Thomas yelled as he grabbed the ball "Hey Manatee Catch!" before I knew what was going on I was on the ground In a pile of mud and dirt my head felt like it was bleeding my ankle in agony I knew I was crying

"Thomas Brodie Sangster! Go to the Headmasters office Immediately!" I heard a teacher scream at the top of her lungs

"Oh my god, you okay Y/n?" A voice asks carefully helping me up but I screamed as I tried to put the weight on my hands or feet "Miss! I think Y/n's Really hurt!" I looked to see this boy he must have been one of the base guys or something, I didn't recognise him he had a skinny figure like Thomas but a mop of brown messy hair, chocolate brown eyes and an Ashsma Inhaler in his hand

"Dan go get the nurse!" The teacher yelled and this boy got up and sprinted towards the buildings

"Y/n you okay hun?" she asks me

"I can't get up," I told her

"It's okay we're going to get to checked out" she says

I sat at home in my bed doing school work with my ankle in plaster, I had broken my ankle in the fall, as well as dislocating my wrist, as well as having a massive bruise on my head from the ball that was thrown at me so I'd been home, technically the doctor said I could return to school by now after all the time I've had off but I didn't want to go back for as long as I could convince my mother and in all honestly she didn't want me to go back yet, she had been into meetings and had so many calls to the school angry about Thomas getting one-week detention, that was it thats all he got for breaking my ankle.

"Knock knock? How you doing Y/n?" A voice asks at my door I looked at it was Dan from school, the boy who came to check I was okay after the accident, He had been visiting me because my house was actually on his walk home and he was delivering my homework and such as well as keeping me up to date with stuff that was going on

"Okay" I shrug

"Uhhh Here, I got some a little something to help you get better," He says showing the little bunch of daisies

"Ohh Dan thats so sweet" I smiled as he came over giving me them they looked really nice

"Thomas's a dick" He sighed

"Yeah" I sighed looking out the window

"You okay?" He asked

"Yeah... Just don't really wanna think about it"

"Sorry"

"Y/n... I hope you get better soon" He says giving my head a kiss close to my bruise "here's your maths homework, You think you might be back in class Monday?"

"Maybe Dan"

"Okay... see ya Y/n"

I sat reading my book when I heard steps up the stairs

"Hey, Y/n? How are you feeling?" Dan asks as he came giving me a hug in his loose blue jeans and his grey superhero shirt his blue hoodie over him loosely

"Better... doctors say a few more weeks till my ankle is better," I said

"Does that mean you can come back to school soon?"

"maybe" I shrugged as he sat with me

"what are you reading?"

"Lord of the rings" I smiled

"ooohhh..." He smiled

"So? why are you visiting today?" I asked

"You know a Saturday out the house plus I was headed this way anyway" He shrugs

"why where you headed this way?"

"Uhhhh.... look Y/n I uhh-"

"You done yet Kiss ass?" A voice asks from my door I looked and I froze with fear it was Thomas stood in his black jeans and a blue button-down "Hey manatee"

"What's he doing here?" I asked in a panic

"Please Thomas can't you just go and see your girlfriend already" Dan complained

"Fine... don't let her sit on your face Danmi she'll break your neck" He laughed before he left again

"Thomas is my brother Y/n" he answered, "Didn't you notice we look like almost identical apart from our hair?" he laughed "He was heading off to see his girlfriend so I thought I'd pop in here"

"Thomas has a girlfriend?" I asked

"Yeah, Linsdey,"

"Linsdey?" I asked very confused

"tall, Blonde, plays hockey? has the Gucci handbag for class?"

"Ohh I think she's in my English class"

"Yeah, she's nice a bit... uhhh stupid. shes been over to ours a few times I normally go outside and play football in the garden as they want the bedroom all to themselves" He explained "I don't get it"

"get what?"

"why he's dating her?"

"Well why not? she's pretty, I'm sure Thomas must like her"

"I guess Y/n, You... kinda like Thomas don't you?"

"Why would I?" I asked "He's tormented me for as long as I can remember, he's made every weekday of my life a living hell, he's called me names, he's sent me to hospital, he's had be crying myself to sleep more times then I can count, he's made me skip school so much, he's made me feel so bad that... I've stopped eating because of what he says about me, I've made myself sick, I've... I'm afraid of him." I explain "And I don't know what I did to make him do this to me"

"You... don't get how guys work do you Y/n?" He says holding my hand "when a girl flirts with us, we're not interested. When a girl says no and walks away, We're obsessed. When a Boy makes fun of a girl... it means he likes her."

"Thomas hates me..."

"Y/n Listen to me... my brother is a fucking idiot who knows what to do with his emotions about as well as you know what to do with a dick" he laughs "I wouldn't tell you this if I didn't think it was true Y/n"

"I Just want Thomas to leave me alone, I just want to blend in... I don't want to be popular or a sports star or anything I just wanna blend into the background so knowone sees me"

"I know Y/n," He says giving my hand a kiss "Anyway... do you think you can help me out for what to say on my date with mark?"

"Course Dan" I laughed

[zach-the-fox]

Furiends Episode 1: A New Beginning

“Just sign your name and we will take care of the rest,” says a deer with glasses to an orange fox, male in body build, with brown eyes. The fox takes the pen and writes along the dotted lines next to the “x”. Upon finishing, the fox hands back the pen as the deer takes the clipboard of the discharge forms. “Zach the Fox. All right, you’re all set, Mr. Fox. Is anyone coming to pick you up?”

The fox sighs as his ears droop. “I wish there was…”

“Nobody at all? Well, I’m sorry to hear. Hope you have a wonderful day.”

“I doubt that I will…” The fox heads off. “Everybody hates me… Nobody wants me…” Just as he heads out the door, he sits on the wooden bench by the entrance, deep in thought. “What do I do now…? I’m not wanted anywhere here… Everybody hates me… I should leave this place…” He is interrupted by a voice.

“Mister! Hey, Mister!” The orange fox’s ears stick up before he turns to see a brown cat approach him. Eyelashes and wavy hair at the tip, but also tied in a ponytail in the back shows her gender to be female. Glasses shield her eyes, while also wearing a red, long-sleeved shirt under a purple vest, blue jeans, and sneakers. The brown cat then raises her paw up with a blue bandana. Her brown eyes glare at the fox as she keeps the bandana in her grip. “You left this in the hospital room. I was afraid you might’ve forgotten it after you got up and left.”

The fox looks down at the blue bandana, then back up to the girl, keeping his frown on. “Keep it…” His head pivots away from her. “I don’t want it anymore… It just reminds me of the life I dreamed of having… I can’t stand the pain of remembering all that…”

“Why does this blue bandana trouble you?”

“It was given to me by an orphanage patron, who thought I was special… Special enough to be labeled and picked at, as well as a symbol for being flawed.”

“So, it’s yours, then.” The fox faces her again as she offers it to her. “Take it.”

“You can have it,” he tells her. “I insist. Wear it.”

“I’d rather you wear it. Besides, I think you’d look better with it on.” She holds the bandana closer to him. “Will you wear it?” Her eyes glisten in the sunlight.

“If it’ll make you happy…” The fox takes the bandana from her paw and proceeds to tie it around his neck. He makes sure the triangular part is big and points down toward his belly. “There… Happy now?”

“You don’t seem happy yourself,” she reflects. The cat sits beside him. “Is this about Team Rescuers pushing you away? Or is it about everybody seeing you as the flawed fox of Heroto?” The fox looks away with his ears drooping. The cat places her paw on his shoulder. “Listen, I know how you feel. It’s never good to be picked on or singled out because of a disorder, or even from being a product of an inappropriate relationship, or just be bad at something. My mother can get on my nerves sometimes… She thinks I can be a butt when I do things the wrong way… But, I learn, don’t I?”

“Carly?” Coming up alongside her is a beige warthog. Eyelashes and long, chocolate hair, messy on top but flowing in the back nicely straight with curves at the end, shows her gender to be female as well. Her eyes are protected by grey glasses as she dons an orange shirt underneath a black jacket and blue jeans. She stops in front of the cat, appearing to be half her size. “What are you doing out here? I got worried about you after my appointment ended.”

“Sorry, Emmy,” Carly tells her. “I was just returning something to this fox… I started to talk with him.”

Emmy pivots to the fox. “Hey…” She points to the orange animal. “Aren’t you that fox who was with Team Rescuers?”

The fox sighs. “I used to be… Not anymore… They all hate me…”

“I feel you. My stepfather’s a big jerk, yet my mom and I struggle to put up with him, yet he doesn’t like us very much.”

“At least you and your friend here have got families… I’ve had it hard my whole life… I have no family… no friends… No one… Unloved… Hated… I don’t even know what to do anymore… I’m on my own and there’s no one to help me. Maybe it’s just better if I left…”

“Where would you go?” she asks.

“Just be away from here… Maybe try to make it to Buscity, or even the forest… I’d have to start a new life…”

“You don’t need to,” Carly says. “We’ll be your friends.”

The fox’s ears stick up as he turns to the two animals. “Y-you will?”

Emmy leans closer to the cat. “Are you sure about this? People don’t like him very much, and they may think we’re crazy.”

“It’ll be fine, Emmy,” responds Carly. “He needs friends, but he’s never had anyone. Everyone deserves a chance.”

Emmy sighs. “You better be right about this.” She looks to the fox. “It’s a pleasure to be friends with you, um, Mr. Fox…”

“Zach,” the fox says. “I’m Zach.” The cat and warthog introduce themselves. Zach’s mouth bends into a small smile. “It’s good to meet you, Carly and Emmy. What are we doing?” The two girls look at each other, figuring out what to do for their next plan.

“I’ve got it!” Carly stands. “Let’s go to the mall. Besides, I really want to see what sketchbooks they have on sale.”

“Sure,” Emmy adds. “Guess I could look at that stuff. Zach, what do you think?”

“I’m fine, wherever,” Zach tells them, standing from the bench. “You’re my friends now, so I’ll follow.”

“Cool!” Carly heads off, leading the fox and warthog away from the hospital area.

 ***

 Standing around on a grey-tiled foundation in front of a store are three animals. One is a blue jay with nothing but long, Persian-blue hair, black glasses, and a white tank-top with a lightning bolt on it. Her body is female in build. On the bird’s right, a neon-blue wolf, male in figure with rainbow hair, walks alongside her. The three chat amongst themselves as they amble the right side of a long corridor, lined with stores. On her left, a deer, who is slightly shorter than her, waits nearer the entrance. His head is covered with an aviator’s hat with goggles as he dons a short-sleeved, buttoned-down shirt and cyan jean shorts. Emerging from the store is a grey newt with four arms carrying paper shopping bags full of purchased items. His black hair sticks out with the white undershirt and black jeans he wears.

“Did you really need that plushie?” the newt asks, looking at the wolf.

“I couldn’t resist!” the wolf tells him. “He was just so cute!” He snuggles the little stuffed animal. “I didn’t want anyone else but me to have him. I love him!”

“If you love him so much, why don’t you kiss him?” utters the blue jay. She snickers.

The wolf looks at her with a mean glare. “Don’t start with me.”

“Come on, guys,” the deer utters. “Please no fighting… We’re here to hang out, not start brawls. Now, where should we go next?”

“Can we hit the art store?” the bird asks. “I heard they were having a sale on sketchbooks and I wanted to check it out.” The three animals look at each other before coming to an agreement. “Cool! Thanks, guys! It won’t be long.” The group heads off down the corridor together. They talk differently along the way, passing other stores, kiosks, and other animals with bags in their grips. “Hey!” Everyone stops as the bird interrupts. She points her feather at the three figures inside the art store. “Isn’t that Carly and Emmy?” The others look into the store, eyeing the brown cat and warthog with the fox inside.

“It is Carly and Emmy,” Niji says. “What are they doing here?”

“Let’s go say hi!” The bird heads into the store, leading the three others inside. She walks up to the two animals and hugs the cat. “Carly, Emmy! So good to see you both!”

Carly chuckles. “Good to see you too, Navy.” She notices the blue wolf. “Heya, Niji!” The wolf smiles and responds with “hello”.

Emmy turns to the deer. “Hi Eren.”

“How’s it going, Emmy?” The deer shakes her hoof. “Silus and I are glad to see you and Carly.” The newt joins the deer and stands behind him. Upon noticing Zach, he looks to him. “Oh, hello. Um, Carly, Emmy, who is this?”

Navy notices Zach and turns to him as well. “Oh! You made a new friend? I like new friends! What’s your name, Fox?”

“I-I’m Zach. You must be friends of Carly and Emmy here… Pleasure to meet you all…”

“Wait…” Niji points to Zach. “I know you… You’re the Flawed Fox of Heroto.” Zach’s ears droop down as a frown forms on his face. “Why are you here? Come to prove to everyone you’re a hero by staging a “fake” rescuer, or have you come to cause more trouble?” Zach doesn’t answer. “What’s the matter? I make the poor little foxy upset?”

“Hey, what does the fox say?” utters Navy. Niji begins to snicker and laugh, causing Navy to let out a giggle. The fox puts his paws together in front of him with nervousness as his head leans with sadness. Shame shadows over him as the two animals laugh.

Emmy steps between the two and ceases their fun. “All right! Lay off! You two aren’t right!”

“Whoa, easy, Emmy,” says Navy. “We were just poking a little fun.”

Carly stands in beside Zach, placing her paws on him as a way of comforting him while facing the others. “Can’t you see the poor kid’s upset already? He just got out of the hospital with nowhere to go. No one he can turn to. He’s on his own.”

“Really?” Eren asks. “That’s awful…” The little deer walks up to the orange animal. “I’m so sorry for you. But hey, pay no attention to those two over there.”

“Yeah,” adds Silus, approaching and putting one of his hands on the fox’s shoulder. “They don’t mean any harm. They’re just goofing around.” He offers another hand to him. “I’m Silus. It’s good to meet you.”

Zach takes his hand and shakes it. “I… It’s a pleasure to meet you all as well… I guess…”

The newt goes on to introduce the others. “This here’s Niji, Navy, and my husband, Eren.”

Eren waves. “Hi, Zach. We are happy to meet you.”

“What time is it?” Niji looks around and spots a clock. “Oh, lunch time!” He faces the others. “You guys want to grab something to eat?” Everyone of the group agrees, except for Zach, who stays quiet. Navy and Niji proceed to leave the store, leaving the others behind. The four animals stay behind as they notice Zach’s motionless in his spot.

“Aren’t you hungry, Zach?” asks Carly. “Come join us.”

“N-no,” Zach responds. “I-it’s fine… I’m not very hungry.” Growling ambles around the animals, who trace the sounds back to the fox’s stomach.

“Your stomach tells us differently,” Eren tells him. “You should have lunch with us.”

“Zach, if it’s about Navy and Niji, don’t worry about them,” Emmy adds. “You’ll be with us.”

“I can’t afford anything,” Zach continues.

“It’s fine,” Silus says. “We’ve got you. Nothing to worry about. Come on.” Giving enough encouragement, Zach follows his new friends out of the store.

 ***

 Everyone sits at a round table with trays of unwrapped burgers, boxes of fries, and tall colas in them. Niji chews through his burger, tearing it apart, while Navy shovels fries in her beak quickly. The others take their time, enjoying their food.

“I like these fries,” Eren comments. “They’re so good.”

Niji darts his eyes at the fox, noticing him staring. “Well, what are you looking at, Flawed Fox?”

“Niji,” Emmy utters. “Please… Don’t start.”

“What? He is, isn’t he?”

“Yeah, everybody knows that,” the fox tells him, crossing his arms.

“Let’s not fight, shall we?” suggests Carly. “How about we talk about what makes us happy? I love to draw and sketch, and it gives me joy.”

“I never had joy,” responds Zach. “Not once in my life was I ever happy.”

“Because you’re a flawed fox?” asks Navy.

The fox stands to his feet with his eyebrows dipping into his eyes. “Oh yeah, sure!” His voice becomes louder over the conversations around him, prompting everyone to fix his eyes on him. “Let’s all make fun of the Flawed Fox! He’s so horrible! He’s such an annoyance! For your information, I never asked to be like this! I never wanted to be a flawed fox… I just wanted to show everyone I’m anything but flawed… I wanted to give love to all… Ever since I was influenced by Captain Red Mask, I believed caring for others and helping those is a great honor and esteemed privilege… I wanted to prove that I wasn’t bad… I failed… Not because I stopped trying… Because I never got support and love… Everyone thinks I’m awful… They all see me as the product of an inappropriate relationship and mentally disordered…” He sinks down into his chair. The tone in his voice decreases. “That’s what everyone sees in me… Being a hero is all just a dream now…”

“Damn,” goes Navy. “That’s dark…”

“Nobody wants me… Nobody loves me… They all confirm that I fail because of my faults… I’m nothing!” Zach pounds the table with his fist. Nobody…” Tears develop in his eyes. “Nobody… but Flawed Fox…” He lies his head on the surface of the furniture, hiding it with his arms around it to shield his expression. “Why doesn’t anyone appreciate me…? I never asked to be bullied… Never asked to be ignored…” Carly and Emmy do what they can to comfort him. They rub his back and shoulders as he hides his face with shame.

“Hey…” Niji gets up and walks up to him. “I didn’t realize how bad you had it… I apologize…”

“Same here,” Navy implies. “Didn’t know you felt that way…”

Zach lifts his head. Tears still stream down his eyes. “It doesn’t change anything… It doesn’t change what I experienced…”

“It does change things going forward, Zach,” Carly tells him. “You have us as friends, now. You have nothing to fret over.”

“Yeah,” adds Silus. “You can hang out with us whenever you want. We won’t push you away or ignore you.” He manages a smile as everyone else agrees with him and Carly.

The fox’s mouth bends to reflect his expression as he looks at his new friends. “T-thank you… I-I’ll try not to be a pain in the butt…”

“Nah,” Navy goes. “You won’t be a pain. You’ll love us.”

“I need to figure out what I’m going to do about where I’ll live. Maybe if I’m lucky, I’ll find a nice, comfy spot in the alley…”

“It doesn’t have to be that way,” Eren tells him. “Silus and I have an extra room at our home. We’d be happy to bring you in.”

Silus sighs. “Eren, you shouldn’t make hasty decisions without asking me first.”

“It’s fine,” Zach says. “I appreciate the offer, but I’ll just struggle on my own.”

“No.” Silus puts two hands on him. “It’s not fine. Eren and I will make you feel right at home. Sleeping in the streets isn’t good, anyway.”

“Y-you wouldn’t mind?”

“Not at all. We’ve got you.”

“T-thanks… If it’s all right, I would like to go to the orphanage. I need to get a couple of things… Are you all okay to come with me?”

“Why?” asks Emmy. “Why can’t you go alone?”

“I’m scared… I’ve had a lot of rough memories in that place, and I’m not very comfortable going in alone…” The others turn to each other and exchange head gestures.

“Of course, Zach,” Carly answers. “We’ll happily go with you. Let’s finish lunch first, okay?”

“Sure,” responds the fox. Zach picks up his burger and takes a bite out of it. @carlycmarathecat​ @emmy-the-absolute-goof​ @rainbow-strike​ @pink-unicorn-boi​ @ask-choro-mama​

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Mekakucity Talkers: Chapter 31

This time, guess what... we have a boys’ group talk!? The conversation unfolding amongst fellow young men while the girls aren’t looking is about...!?

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Mekakushi-dan ☆ Boys’ Room

Kano: No, I think something’s up with this plan... Just a rabbit isn’t enough, is it?

Seto: Is that so? I think that’s plenty...

Shintarou: OI~~~~SSU. It’s so peaceful, huh~~~~~.

Kano: Uwah. What’s wrong, Shintarou-kun?

Seto: Oissussu. Doing fine today?

Shintarou: Well, well, well. It’s great that you guys are doing fine too. Aren’t you pretty fired-up? What? You wanna ask me what I’m doing right now? I’m currently entrusting my body to my bed and letting myself reflect about world peace.

Kano: No, we didn’t ask that. Also, aren’t things the same as ever?

Seto: You sure are fine, huh? Did something good happen?

Shintarou: Well, everything has been solved, after all. Don’t mind me. Summer has ended as well, so let’s not lose to the coldness and have fun.

Kano: Hey, it’s a bit hard to make the connection...

Seto: Shintarou-san is sometimes emotionally unstable, huh.

Kano: Well, but indeed, it ended in a blink of eye, didn’t it? Summer, that is.

Seto: That’s right.

Kano: In the end, we didn’t get to do anything summer-like.

Shintarou: True. What did you guys do this summer?

Kano: Hu~m... Ate... Slept... Woke up...

Shintarou: Uwah.

Kano: What about you, Shintarou-kun, did you do anything summer-ish?

Shintarou: That’s right. This summer, I went to a beauty parlor.

Kano: That’s not eventful at all. And you, Seto?

Seto: I worked part-time.

Kano: Thought so~. It’s really like we spent it without doing anything... Ah, but we did go camping.

Seto: That’s right, but I kinda don’t remember it very well.

Shintarou: Weren’t you tired?

Seto: I guess.

Shintarou: But thinking about it made me feel lonely. So it’s over... Summer...

Kano: If you’re this lonely, why don’t you play the sounds of cicadas or something?

Shintarou: I’ll do that. Oh, it’s super summer-like? Guess I’ll raise the volume a little.

Kano: Won’t the person of the room next to yours be able to hear it if the sound is too loud? You’d said there’s quite a bit of sound leakage in them, right?

Shintarou: That’s right. Sometimes I can hear the explosion sounds of the videos that Momo watches.

Seto: What’s with those videos that Kisaragi-san is watching?

Shintarou: How’s the hideout in this aspect?

Seto: Eh, the hideout? Let’s see... The walls between the rooms are thick, so I don’t think we have that problem.

Kano: I’ve also never been bothered by it~.

Seto: Ah, but doesn’t Kido listen to music? I think she probably listens with earphones, but maybe because she doesn’t realize that the earphones get plugged off, I sometimes hear music blasting loudly when I pass by her bedroom.

Kano: Eh, is that true?

Shintarou: Isn’t it better to tell her about it?

Seto: That’s right... Kano, won’t you say it?

Kano: Don’t wanna. Why me?

Seto: See, aren’t you used to this kinda stuff?

Kano: It’s not like I meddle on Kido’s affairs every day. Besides, if I say something uncalled for, in the end, I’ll just get beaten up.

Shintarou: So you’re aware that you say uncalled-for things.

Kano: Hey, hey, enough of this. Seto, you go say it. It’d be a pity to leave her without noticing, wouldn’t it?

Seto: I get it. Then... I’m off.

Kano: ‘Ka~y. Kido often deals people a blow of her right-leg kick, so I think you can guard yourself if you’re careful with just that.

Shintarou: Don’t give scary advice.

Konoha: Hello.

Shintarou: Oh~, Konoha.

Kano: Hello~.

Shintarou: My bad for earlier. You saved my ass.

Konoha: It’s fine. I’m glad I was able to help Shintarou.

Kano: What, what? So something really did happen?

Shintarou: To tell the truth, the rabbit I keep here at home, Tono-chan, escaped from our place.

Kano: EEH!? Isn’t that a disaster!?

Shintarou: Aah, no problem. It’s already been resolved. Konoha found her.

Kano: Ah, that’s great~. I see, that’s why you were energetic earlier.

Shintarou: Exactly.

Konoha: But it wasn’t just me.

Shintarou: Did you get advice from someone?

Konoha: From Sensei.

Kano: Ah, if it’s Dad, he’s knowledgeable of animals’ habits and the like. It’s good that you found her. Ah, was Nee-chan home at that time?

Konoha: Hm...? She was, I guess? Maybe not.

Kano: Then that’s okay. Because, if Nee-chan had gotten to know that Shintarou’s pet rabbit had gone missing, she’d have caused a big fuss.

Shintarou: Ah? Why? Does she like rabbits that much?

Kano: No, no, it’s not like that~. Well, anyway, aren’t you glad that Tono-chan was unharmed?

Seto: Just came back.

Kano: Ah, welcome back~.

Konoha: Hello.

Seto: Ah, hello.

Kano: How did it go? Did she get mad at you?

Shintarou: Why’re you having expectations on her getting mad?

Seto: Well, about that, it seems she was in a pretty bad mood, so the feeling of overpowerment was incredible.

Shintarou: Hie...

Kano: Well, did you tell her?

Seto: I couldn’t bring myself to say it... But I also didn’t want her to think I’d called her over without having any business with her, so I handed her a rabbit hairball instead.

Kano: Why!?

Seto: Well, it was in my pocket by coincidence...

Kano: No, that’s not what I mean!

Seto: I said it’s a hairball, but it’s kinda like a stuffed toy, y’know? A rabbit that often comes to play around at the hideout is in its molting period, so it sheds a lot of fur. I thought that, if I tried making a plushie out of the rabbit’s fur, it might turn out cute, so I gave it a shot.

Shintarou: That’s nice. My Tono has also been shedding a lot of hair lately.

Seto: Next time, I’ll lend you my tools.

Kano: Well, Kido doesn’t hate fluffy things, somaybe she’s thinking of it as a present and is surprisingly pleased?

Seto: That’d be good.

Konoha: Animals? In the hideout?

Kano: No, it’s not like we own any, but it seems that the ones that got attached to Seto sometimes come over.

Seto: They’re precious friends that have been playing with me since the past.

Shintarou: Hehe, isn’t that a nice story...?

Kano: Ah, speaking of animals, Shintarou-kun, there’s a game I wanna recommend you.

Shintarou: A game?

Hibiya: Huh? Just when I thought that it was getting kinda tumultuous here... You’re talking about animals again?

Kano: Ah! Hibiya-kun. No, no, it’s not a talk only about animals.

Seto: Lately, Kano and I have been hooked on a card game. The cards have animals as their motifs.

Shintarou: Heeh~, a card game? I’ve never played any.

Kano: Right? Shintarou-kun, I think you’ll enjoy it too.

Seto: We’ve been getting together in my room in the middle of the night lately, assembling decks.

Hibiya: An animal card game? The boys from my classroom might be into it.

Kano: Isn’t that just great?! Hibiya-kun, come do it too~. Next time, I’ll give you the cards I have in excess!

Hibiya: I’m not very interested in that stuff, though...

Seto: If I’m certain, I think there were countless of them inside the living room’s self. I’ll go look.

Kano: Please~.

Hibiya: Actually, aren’t you embarrassed of doing that at your age? Even though I’m saying this myself, cards are stuff for elementary scholars like me to play, right?

Kano: You shouldn’t say stupid things, Hibiya-kun. Card games are the preference of true adults.

Seto: A disaster has happened.

Kano: Hm?

Shintarou: What’s wrong, Seto?

Seto: Just now, when I went to the living room, I ran into Mary.

Kano: That’s ‘cause we live together. We'd naturally run into each other, right?

Seto: No, about that, she was totally glaring at me.

Shintarou: After running into you, out of the blue?

Seto: That’s right...

Kano: Kido was the same just now. Did you do anything to make her angry~?

Hibiya: Eh, what did you do to a woman...?

Seto: No, no, no, I have no idea!

Shintarou: Ah. Wait. Crap. Mary is pissed?

Seto: Well, speaking in terms of being pissed, I think she was.

Shintarou: No, but could it be it’s about that?

Kano: Do you have any idea?

Shintarou: Well, last time, I promised Mary to take her to the amusement park, didn’t I? To tell the truth, on the arranged day, the weather was horrible, so we canceled it.

Kano: A typhoon had been approaching, right? Isn’t it something that can’t be helped?

Shintarou: About that, ever since I said “let’s leave it for next time”, I’d forgotten it...

Kano: Ah~

Seto: Indeed, Mary always remembers these things. Maybe because of this...

Shintarou: Is she that mad? Kano! Please! Go apologize to her!

Kano: Eh~, why me?!

Shintarou: I can’t tell Mary’s feelings just from chatroom texts, and I’ve got this hunch that things will get ugly if we don’t deal with it soon!

Kano: Then, isn’t it better to have Seto go?

Seto: I’m no good for that anymore. To think that Mary would look at me with eyes like that...

Konoha: Poor thing.

Shintarou: See, Seto can no longer take it. Besides, Kano, you’re used to making Mary angry, right?

Kano: I’m telling you I don’t wanna~. I’d just say something uncalled for and make piss her off again.

Shintarou: If you know that, make sure you don’t speak. No, wait. I see. How about you give her a letter with our plans for next time?

Kano: Well, if I just gotta hand over a letter, it’s okay.

Shintarou: Please write that we can go to the amusement park next Sunday!

Kano: Yes, yes. Next Sunday, amusement park it is.

Konoha: I want to go too.

Shintarou: Oh.

Seto: I’ll also be on a day off from my part-time job next Sunday.

Shintarou: Then how about we all go?

Kano: Seems good. We’re going through this trouble, so let’s go have fun all together for the first time in a while.

Shintarou: Mary would also be happier if there were more people.

Seto: Thinking that way, I’ve kind of started looking forward to it.

Shintarou: Summer has ended, but it’s not only during summer that we can all make merry, right?

Kano: That’s right, Shintarou-kun!

Seto: As expected, you say some good stuff.

Shintarou: Stop it; I’ll get bashful. ‘Ka~y, you guys, let’s have fun all together next Sunday in the amusement park!

[panickypeachboy]

RULES: Answer the questions you’ve been given, then write your own and tag 11 people. 

//Under le Read More, because 11 answers for 11 questions is long!

1. What’s your favorite thing about your muse(s)?

Oh goddess I’ve answered this twice already, but here’s me gushing over his clothes, cuz the face is just cute. There’s just surprisingly okay/good design with Momotaro that is overlooked because of all the pretty ladies that do the fan-service.

2. What’s your least favorite thing?

About Momo? Or ever? I would say losing close friends, over drama. That’s impacted me a lot, and why I can get really anxious over rping. But if you mean an actual object/show, then disposed (but there’s still notable remnants) food. Y’know the stuff in the trash. I’m allergic to bananas and that’s the most common thing rotting in the there. Makes it real tough to breathe, particularly when it comes to class too.

Don’t worry, I do have an inhaler for those sorts of things but...it’s only one inhaler and I end up mixing up where I last placed it. I just hope to the goddess that I don’t have to deal with a disposed peel during class...

3. Seeing how they’ve lived their lives - if you were in their shoes, what would you do differently?

Honestly, I’m not too sure. I would’ve said I wanted to speak up against the others (i.e. bullies, the girls) more often, but that’s just against Momotaro’s nature...and how Japan culture works. Also I would totally try to (re)tame Momotaro’s mutated friends. Come on, that Chimera is awesome! Let the boy have an awesome steed!

4. How independent is your muse(s) from your control? How much do you approve of their actions? 

Hoh boy, usually I’m like “Momo no”, so that’s pretty clear that I don’t have all le controls over him. He’s simple minded so there’s not much I would need to fuss over, I suppose. HOWEVER, I do have to restrain ourselves from doing too much in the subject of triggers/pstd, because I’m still learning about that...and not many folks are fine with muses suddenly attacking their precious muse just because they tried to be affectionate.

5. If you were friends with your muse(s), what would you do together?

We’d probably go visit animals at shelters and zoos...and befriend the crud out of them. Help care for those buggers, if possible! Also I would try to learn how to cook with Momo too, if he had my headcanon-trait of being a good cook.

6. What’s one of your favorite fandoms, and why?

H.ow to K.eep a M.ummy is one, out of the sheer fact that no one has produced r34 of it yet...or at least something that’s easily found. Also the fans are pretty cool with their enthusiasm and arts. I’ve seen some cute plushies of the main critters that are fanmade! ...I probably ruined that streak didn’t I?

Also the anime is adorable, and I look forward to reading the manga. I just don’t like the heavy focus on the protagonist. I wanted to learn more about the other peeps in the gang, AND THEIR MYTHICAL FRIENDS. Especially the baku and dragon.

7. Are there any fandoms that you want to interact more with? Any AUs that you haven’t gotten a chance to try out yet?

Utapri, and kinda Idolm@ster??? I don’t know I’m working on interacting with folks in this fandom because they’re neato folks, and I fallen in love with the idols! Gah! I had this headcanon for the longest time that Momo’s guilty pleasure is idol music, but he’s only remember how melodic the voices are, and not the names or faces! It would be really cool to well, have the boy be weak but not in a depressed manner, ya know? Actually I wanna see more muses fangirling over each other, particularly if one has a publicly known job.

An au I haven’t tried out yet is actually...Pokemon Mystery Dungeon. I did rp Momo as a pokemon...ONCE, but nothing mystery dungeony. Just a “what if he was reborn as a pokemon” or “experiment gone wrong” thing, and he had a human trainer too. Now I wanna actually find a better Pokemon to suit him and do them mystery dungeon stuff...maybe someday. There was this cool group verse!

That and I wanna try out a verse where Momo is a live-in servant/butler. Seriously I gave him too many traits that fit that sort of job...and I watched too much gakuen babysitters which has the amazing Saikawa. I hear Black Butler is cool too.

8. What was one of your favorite video games as a kid?

Lemme see, Melee is VERY popular, but I loved fooling around in that game, not being a competitive smasher with all them wave dashes. Actually there’s a fair amount of games I liked that are still popular amongst the internet so let’s go something more obscure:

Mario Party 3

Dunno how the fam got it, but that was the game me and my sister played a ton of as kids, and we still came back to it when the Gamecube was around. It was part of our like strange pseudo rping thing to jump around the games to emulate the activities our characters partake in. Start in smash bros, kick some rivals butts and go on adventure! Then visit Mario Party 3 to celebrate with a giant pizza! Oh no, we need to collect some goodies, let’s go do a round on one of the boards! Kick the impostor star’s butt again! Jump to another Mario Party to run through the dungeon and ride the bus! It was kinda our way of playing pretend...I think. Good times, which is why I see the appeal in rping, ya know?

9. What’s the best song you’ve heard for the first time in the past few months?

S.O.S, by Weaver. Holy cow it’s catchy, but like so amazing in its beats. A close second would be Nijiro ⭐ Over Drive! by Otoya Ittoki...I mean his va. I love me some energetic beats man.

10. What’s the best meme you’ve found in the past year?

Okay maybe it’s not exactly a meme but it can be a culmulation of memes...of sorts... Anyways, there’s a channel called “ColeyDoesThings” and she has a series of videos where she visits a room containing a representation of a fandom...represented by her donning various personas based off of personalities found in a fanbase. This series is called “Entering the ___ fandom”. While she can’t catch all the quirks of a fandom (because some are so freakin huge), this woman catches a lot the traits I’ve seen in the places she visits. It’s hilarious to me at least.

I highly recommend the Ship Wars video, at the very least!

11. Is there something you’re looking forward to in the next few months?

Yes. Hatchimals Season 3...oh okay, not a lot of folks are into the collectible toy things. Fair enough, YouTube has fostered the growth of creepy toy channels! I am hyped for obtaining Bayonetta for the switch sometime soon, the end of the semester...I think Blade Strangers is coming out within that time period and I’m hyped to see Curly Brace in that games! Also MORE AMIIBO. That’s all I can recall, at the moment.

Eleven questions for everyone else!

1. What’s your favorite toy from childhood? Do you still have it around?

2. Do you like to collect anything? If so, what is it?

3. Who’s one of your favorite YouTubers?

4. How did you first encounter your main muse?

5. Are there any headcanons for a muse that is related to a trait/experience of yours?

6. What’s your favorite thing to look up when it comes to researching for your muse?

7. Are there any characters (or muses) that influence your muse?

8. What is your favorite, very random, headcanon for your muse? Like something that seems improbable in canon, but is too hilarious/good that you gotta keep it?

9. A memorable, but sweet moment in rping? Could be a thread, or having fun with another mun ooc, or whatever!

10. Are you more keen on rping older muses, or younger muses? Are you fine with rping your muse at different ages?

11. What’s your favorite meme-related song? (i.e. Caramelldansen, Numa Numa, Levan Polka, Momotaro, Kobini Store, etc.)

Tagged by: @notevenjupiter, thanks a lot!! :D Tagging: @maracanight, @ultimate-impostxr, @plumeriaxskull, @patixntia, @gattaimuses, @pinkdressed, @yesfxckyxu, @inkybluez, @embersiisms, @niji-iro-melody, @zoolinguistics, @queenxfjustice, @ahogedetective, @hopeprevaiils, @jabberwockis-lupus, but anyone can do this, or not!

[askingexorcists]

can i request the exwires & yukio, shura, Angel, and mephisto's fave anime please?

Renzou:

He’s a huge fairy tail fan, he got into it in middle school after finding the manga lying around in the locker room. Although he loves Lucy and Mira, his favourite character is actually Natsu. Other then attracting the attention of girls, Natsu is also the reason he dyed his hair pink.

Of course he likes the harem and yuri genre, anything slightly dirty he loves. High school DxD is his other favourite - his best girl is Akeno.

Renzou is also a fan of shoujo anime, he started watching it to appeal to girls, but actually got super into it. His favourites are Watashi ga Motete Dousunda (kiss him not me), and Ao haru ride (blue spring ride). He’s also a fan of love live (not sunshine - sunshine sucks) his favourite girl is Nozomi.

Konekomaru:

When Koneko was younger he was really into pirates, so he really likes one piece. Bon and Shima also liked it and they’d always play pirates, often forcing Kinzou, Gouzou and Juuzou to play as well. He also loves Naruto and has a Sasuke keychain clipped to his school bag.

He is also a fan of one punch man, Renzou forced him ti watch it with him and said, ‘Koneko-san, I promise you’ll like it, you can study later! Oh plus it has a bald guy in it! It’s your twin haha!’ Despite the taunting Konekomaru ended up loving the show.

Konekomaru spends Sunday’s curled up at the kotatsu watching a studio Ghibli movie.

Ryuji:

Bon only really watches shonen anime, his favourites are Ansatsu Kyōshitsu (assassination classroom, Bleach and Boku no Hero Academia (My hero Academia).

He also has a gengar plush that lays on his bed with him each night, he doesn’t cuddle it, just shoves it at the end for display. His dad bought him it because it’s both their favourite Pokemon so he really treasures it.

Rin:

Rin likes any sort of supernatural type shonen anime, despite not believing in demons and such growing up, he still thought they seemed pretty cool. He likes Shingeki no kyojin (attack on titan), D.Gray-man and he not too long ago got into Tokyo ghoul as well, he also likes Durarara.

Ever since he was young he has loved the dragon ball series, he has a t-shirt with the main characters on and the pictures crumbling slightly. He seems to wear it a lot and Yukio always insists he should throw it out. Rin didn’t like his tail at first until he was rematching DB and he remembered Goku had a tail, and since then he’s loved his tail. He actually named his tail Goku.

Izumo:

Izumo likes a lot of animes, she also has a lot of cute march from the series she likes, stuff like plushies, keychains, straps, cups, cosplay items (but she hasn’t cosplayed, she just wears the items casually).

She really likes Love Live!, Tonari no Kaibutsu-kun (my little monster), Free!, Yuri!!! On ice,Kimi ni Todoke (From me to you), and Kyoukai no Kanata (Beyond the boundary)

She grew up watching sailor moon with her little sister, to this day it’s still her favourite anime. She doesn’t know but its Tsukumo’s too.

Shiemi:

Izumo introduced her to anime’s like Hatsukoi monster (first love monster) and such, and although she is throughly enjoying learning about life through anime, she did watch a few classics when she was young. 

Her favourite was Chi’s sweet home, it was also her grandmas favourite to watch with her. She called Shiemi her ‘mini koneko’ and for months she would only respond to the name ‘Chi’.

Yukio:

Yukio enjoys anime about solving crimes, or supernatural hints amongst  the common police force. He likes mystery/suspense because he likes guessing theories before he watches more episodes.

His favourites are Death note, Mirai nikki (Future diary), Kiseijuu: Sei no Kakuritsu (Parasyte -the maxim), Boku dake ga Inai Machi (the town where only I am missing), and Psycho-Pass.

Mephisto:

Mephisto has watched way too many anime to list, and his favourites are always changing, but he has march from every show he’s ever loved, he’s otaku level infinite. 

He loves supernatural themed anime and thinks some of the ideas humans get about the demon world and demons in general is ‘adorable’.

Mephisto is the demon king version of Freid.

He also loves kawaii type anime, stuff like Sailor moon, Onegai my Melody (Please my Melody), and kobayashi-san chi no maid dragon.

Kanna is his fave moe girl atm.

Nemu:

He likes high school of the dead and Yu-gi-oh, he has a few figures from other anime he likes too. He also plays video games in his spare time, he started playing Pokemon and Yo-kai watch DS games and it inspired him to watch/re-watch them.

Shura:

Shura likes anime but doesn’t watch it obsessively, just ‘whenever’, she doesn’t have a particular favourite genre, they’re mostly quite mixed though. She enjoyed Kill la kill, and Keijo!!!! She also likes big titles such as Attack on titan, and Kobayashi-san

Angel:

He doesn’t watch anime, he’s one of those people who says anime is for kids. He has only ever seen a few, from his time in Japan when there is nothing else on TV. He liked parasyte, Death note and Soul eater. He thinks the Japanese are very extreme with everything and he appreciates all the detail they put into everything. He often goes on about how great the shows he watched are, but still claims he isn’t an anime watcher. 

[verdigrisprowl]

May 29 Dancitron Movie Stream - Quiz Show

The movie was very interesting, and completely bored Swoop, who spent the whole movie repairing a damaged plushie. Prowl realized Whirl might have had some of the same issues he’s having about deciding to go back to a job he had before the war, and talked to him about it. Rumble gave Windchill a gift for his weird grubby Insecticon baby.

ItsyBitsySpyers 8:22 pm *Soundwave heads for his usual couch, unlocking the front doors remotely and settling in.* FakeProwl 8:23 pm *appears, sits down, zones out* Swoop 8:23 pm *skitters in with an armful of a recently murdered triceratops plushy* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:25 pm *Still...? He wants to give Prowl a gentle shake back to reality and find out what's going on already, but... nothing. Right. So he'll just give Prowl a little extra room and watch quietly from the side while nodding to the others coming in.* Ratchet 8:25 pm *pops in* FakeProwl 8:25 pm *... scoots a little closer* Ratchet 8:25 pm *a Prowl! without a Soundwave right beside him! ....... or not well that didn't last long* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:26 pm *...Well, he won't scoot away then. A small nod to let Prowl know he's fine with that.* Swoop 8:26 pm *plops down in front of the screen and lays out the bits of the former-plushy* Keheheh ItsyBitsySpyers 8:26 pm #Ratchet!! #hiiiiii Ratchet 8:26 pm *okay well there's a Swoop here too so that's fine Ratchet can sit with Swoop* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:26 pm *Run, Ratchet. You're about to get tackled by a huge bug.* Ratchet 8:26 pm *ANd BUG!* Heya, Buggo! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:26 pm *Laserbeak, er, swoops. Down to perch near Swoop.* Swoop 8:27 pm Hi bird! Hi. Look, Bird! *holds up the torn up torso of the triceratops toy* Dead! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:28 pm {{It big dead. You show Ratchet? Ratchet, see?}} Swoop 8:29 pm Uhhhh... no. Slag give! Him, keheh, kill it. Then him mad because it dead. So then it MORE dead, keheh! Me Swoop fix. *holds up a needle and thread to prove it* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:29 pm #D: #fix it! Ratchet 8:30 pm [[ this is such a good playlist omgggg ]] Heh, good. I was just gonna check and make sure you weren't fighting with Slag. FakeProwl 8:30 pm *... pings soundwave* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:30 pm *Pings back curiously?* Swoop 8:31 pm *waves the plushy corpse at zori* Bleh! Ratchet 8:31 pm *though, obviously, if the Dinobots were fighting amongst themselves they PROBABLY WOULDN'T take out their aggression on a toy representative* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:31 pm *Zori promptly bursts into a loud wail.* Swoop 8:32 pm Eeeeekehehehehhehheee! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:32 pm *Laserbeak pinches Swoop. Don't be mean!* Swoop 8:32 pm :V : < Ratchet 8:32 pm Swoop! Swoop 8:32 pm <:c Ratchet 8:33 pm 😞 FakeProwl 8:33 pm @Soundwave «You expressed an interest in helping me design a visor?» Ratchet 8:33 pm [[ that is NOT WHAT I WANTED AT ALL, rabbit ]] > : [ ItsyBitsySpyers 8:34 pm *You have never SEEN him straighten up so fast. Or... actually, Prowl probably has, but not in a while.* Ratchet 8:34 pm C'mere, Bug, I've got something for you. Swoop 8:35 pm *starts his plushy repairs about as backwards as you can get, fixing an eye then the tail then a foot* *leaves the head hanging by a literal thread* *sorry not sorry* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:36 pm @Prowl: (txt): Affirmative. Interest retained. Offer still open. Did he need an 'excited' tag? No, that was probably clear. And Zori crawls up near Ratchet, emitting little electronic burbles.* Ratchet 8:36 pm *surely he'll get to it eventually* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:36 pm ((DO I SEE AN IMPACT???)) Ratchet 8:36 pm [[ IMPACT!! ]] Impact 8:36 pm IT'S MEEEE 3:D Swoop 8:36 pm *gets distracted making the plushy's torn off legs dance* Impact 8:36 pm What're we doing? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:37 pm //Orangey! Holy frag, I ain't seen ya in forever! Ya holdin' up?// \\WATCHIN' MOVIES! UH, IN LIKE... TEN. RAVAGE GOTTA GET OFF WORK FIRST.\\ Impact 8:37 pm HI GUYS! Oooh, what movie? Ratchet 8:37 pm [[ I swear at least once a day for the past week and a half i've had a moment where i'm like 'i should get back on miko....' and here it is, my 'i should get back on miko....' moment for today ]] Impact 8:38 pm ((NEMESIS 38D)) FakeProwl 8:38 pm ((dang, all these tfp folks rolling back into town)) Impact 8:38 pm ((vroom vroom driving into robot hell)) ((i missed it)) Ratchet 8:39 pm *for Zori: a slightly raggedy (but not nearly as beat up as the toy Swoop is....... repairing) felt doll of.... himself. ratchet.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:39 pm //Uh, somethin' called Quiz Show. Only I don't think we get asked nothin'.// Impact 8:39 pm Aww, it'd be fun to do a quiz thing sometime, though! Swoop 8:40 pm *starts pulling all the stuffing out of the plushy, not to help with fixing it, he just feels like making bigger piles* FakeProwl 8:40 pm @Soundwave «Hook will probably be the one to actually construct it, but I'd appreciate your assistance designing it.» Tarantulas 8:41 pm *tarantulas isn't here yet, prowl gets a ping* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:41 pm *Zori's eye goes bright, his sadness over the dead plushie forgotten. He reaches for the Ratchet plushie with the gentlest of claws and holds it close.* *Laserbeak just cackles and toys with the spare stuffing.* Guest 8:41 pm *trots in; he is bearing a gift tonight. It is a rather large box. With holes in it* Swoop 8:41 pm ..... *sets a puff of stuffing on top of Laserbeak* :> ItsyBitsySpyers 8:42 pm //Huh. Yeah, guess that'd be pretty fun. 'Cept the Boss would hafta run it cuz it ain't fair havin telepaths listenin' to answers.// Ratchet 8:42 pm *good, good. intended results achieved* Impact 8:42 pm Uh-huh! Noooo cheatin'! Ratchet 8:42 pm Cute, isn't it? Carly made it for me. She's done most of the Autobots by now, I think. Whirl 8:43 pm ((wtf why u log me out rabbit)) FakeProwl 8:43 pm *pings Tarantulas back. includes a reminder to not be visible. no way to know if Starscream's going to show up.* Impact 8:43 pm ((hello!)) Whirl 8:43 pm ((YO)) Windchill 8:44 pm (( It always logs me out.)) Tarantulas 8:44 pm *good cos that's exactly what tarantulas was gonna ask about - prowl gets an affirmative ping back* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:44 pm *He'd hoped to get to build it himself - it'd been so long, and he wanted to show Prowl all he could do with them - but he understood why that might be too much at this point in time.* @Prowl: (txt): All assistance wanted given. Start: when? Windchill 8:45 pm *Appears, and stretches right in the doorway. To anyone trying to exit or enter: tough.* FakeProwl 8:45 pm @Soundwave «... It's not a high-priority matter, but... soon.» Whirl 8:45 pm *approaches the bar and sets the box on it, peering around; is the barkeep about* Tarantulas 8:45 pm *"anyone" does not include tarantulas, who will skitter through in tiny spide form in one of the corners* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:45 pm *His hands twitch. Oh, he's positively -thrilled-.* *The twins wave to all the newcomers their Boss is too excited to greet right away.* ((TWO MINUTE WARNING)) ((And standard movie warning time:)) Swoop 8:46 pm *is attempting to sculpt the stuffing with next to no real effect, beyond humor value* Look it bird FakeProwl 8:47 pm @Soundwave «I'd like the visor half to—to do the thing yours does. With the screen.» @Soundwave «Would you be willing to send Hook the specs on how it works? Or is that proprietary information?» Bevel 8:48 pm *fashionably late like a boss* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:49 pm ((Okay, so it's been a few weeks since I screened this, but from what I remember I doooon't think there was really any cursing or violence or whatever? But this is based heavily on real people and events from the 50s, and in this particular case it means some of them were antisemitic assholes. They will get called on it in-movie however.)) Impact 8:49 pm What's the movie about? People on quiz shows? Swoop 8:50 pm Quiz show boring. Fight Club cooler! ... Sometimes quiz show go fight club keheheh Impact 8:50 pm They're not boring if the people are funny! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:50 pm *Laserbeak cackles at the poor representation of herself and holds out a feeler, willing to make it fly.* Swoop 8:50 pm :V :> Windchill 8:51 pm *Finds a seat.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:51 pm *Yes, the barkeep is around. He pads downstairs and heads to the bar. Sorry he's late.* Bevel 8:51 pm *tosses a treat at Frenzy on her way to a seat* Impact 8:51 pm ((is the child allowed in the bar XD:: )) ((this child, i mean)) Swoop 8:52 pm That big door *covers the triceratop's button eyes and alugsh* *laughs ItsyBitsySpyers 8:53 pm @Prowl: (txt): Will give Hook necessary information when design: finished; Hook cannot construct without. However, trade needed. *He wasn't expecting to share how his visor works. That's a safety thing. He needs reassurance.* Tarantulas 8:53 pm *prowl gets a spide poking his ped wheel! and a ping to both soundwave and prowl, and a threeway commline opens* @PST «Greetings~» FakeProwl 8:53 pm *acknowleding ping @Tarantulas* @Soundwave «What do you want?» ItsyBitsySpyers 8:54 pm ((Dancitron is not active as a business rn so Impact is allowed to be here, she can have snacks and regular grade but no booze obvs. And now I think I'm just about caught up, sorry)) Impact 8:55 pm ((aw yisss)) Whirl 8:55 pm *just gonna leave the box on the countertop and trot over to a table near Windchill and promptly prop his feet on it. ...the table, that is* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:56 pm @PST: (txt): Tol-ran-tor lasha. *Nods.* Windchill 8:56 pm *Stares at Whirl by way of greeting.* Whirl 8:56 pm *bobs his head* Sup? Swoop 8:56 pm Herbert Stimple Stimple ItsyBitsySpyers 8:56 pm *Frenzy stuffs the thrown treat in his mouth with a snicker* Bevel 8:56 pm *grins* FakeProwl 8:56 pm *... tol-ran-tor lasha?* Windchill 8:57 pm *Shrugs.* Not much. I've been behaving myself, mostly. Swoop 8:57 pm What Stimple? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:57 pm [[A name.]] Swoop 8:57 pm What mean Sound weird keheh ItsyBitsySpyers 8:57 pm *Ravage heads over to Whirl with the standard booze.* Swoop 8:58 pm Keheh him interrupty Whirl 8:58 pm *nods--and looks to Ravage, scooping them up* @R: THERE you are. Okay, don't open that box just yet. They're live. @R: Petrorabbits, raised specifically for eating. Asked around in new Iacon, most of the folks who had alt-modes based on cyberwildlife liked em. Tarantulas 8:58 pm @PST «...W-what? Also, mind if I sneak behind you two?» Swoop 8:58 pm Peacock 😮 Colors Impact 8:58 pm *doing more people-watching than movie-watching, honestly* Swoop 8:59 pm *starts stitching up another plushy leg* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:59 pm @Prowl: (txt): Uncertain. Decided after additional construction requirements learned. Many options available. Bevel 8:59 pm *goes to get a drink* Whirl 8:59 pm ((one sec gotta refresh)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:59 pm @PST: (txt): Not minded. Windchill 8:59 pm (( GOOD LUCK )) Swoop 9:00 pm Human need air Whirl 9:00 pm ((it had frozed, we good now)) Swoop 9:00 pm Him die ItsyBitsySpyers 9:00 pm *Ravage licks his chops. Fresh prey... Whirl gets a bunt to the leg while Ravage goes to sit by his box so nobody else can have it.* {{Neheheh, him not die. Just get hot.}} Whirl 9:00 pm *well! He'll take that as a compliment* Swoop 9:01 pm Oh. That not funny like dead, keh! Talky talky talk BLEH! Keheheh! ItsyBitsySpyers 9:01 pm *Oh, Bevel's in search of a drink? Ravage will bap her with a paw. Gotta pay first, kid. He'll mix up whatever you want.* Whirl 9:01 pm *looks back to Chill* As for me, regrettably, the only diversions available to me are down in the city, for the most part. I haven't left any graffiti. ...yet. Swoop 9:02 pm See, Bird? Him say. Dead. Bevel 9:02 pm *can totally pay* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:02 pm {{Him looking alive to Bird.}} Windchill 9:02 pm No graffiti? Don't you have paint? FakeProwl 9:02 pm @Soundwave «Just... basic visor and mask combo. No other specific requirements.» Tarantulas 9:02 pm @PST «I - that doesn't answer my other question, Soundwave.» Whirl 9:02 pm I can get some, but it's gotta be the right time and place, y'know? Windchill 9:03 pm Hmm, I suppose. Depends on how much trouble you want to get into. Swoop 9:03 pm You Bird sneaky bot. Me Swoop say You know how to do still-look-alive dead bot. Whirl 9:03 pm They'll never catch me. ...but writing "Whirl Wuz Here" might tip them off. Windchill 9:03 pm ...It might. Swoop 9:04 pm Schmuck Tarantulas 9:04 pm (( wahh i have to refresh too, brb ItsyBitsySpyers 9:05 pm @Prowl: (txt): Negative, Prowl wanted external-internal display function. That, not basic. Other functions wanted? Translations, scanners, other? Whirl 9:05 pm *hums a few bars of Strangers in the Night* FakeProwl 9:05 pm @Soundwave «Well. I meant. Besides that one.» @Soundwave «"Scanners"?» ItsyBitsySpyers 9:06 pm @Tarantulas: (txt): Organic language. Similar designation sounds. Near translation... *Please hold* (txt): Gene... negative, genetic. Genetic revenge arrives. FakeProwl 9:07 pm @Soundwave «... I don't need an internal display, by the way. My HUD does that. Just external.» Tarantulas 9:08 pm @SW «...Genetic revenge arrives? What in the world do you mean to imply by THAT?» Whirl 9:09 pm Lord. What a stooge. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:09 pm @Prowl: (txt): Understood. External limit. Scanners, trackers - standard options. Audio, alternative vision, other. Bevel 9:09 pm This is going to end badly. Windchill 9:10 pm *Scratches his chin.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:10 pm //Buncha sleazy fleshies.// //Wish I'd been asked.// Whirl 9:10 pm Yeah, you said it, Shovel. *takes a sip of his Gaugebuster* Swoop 9:10 pm *starts sewing legs back onto the triceratops plushy* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:10 pm \\HEH.\\ Bevel 9:10 pm ...Shovel. Whirl 9:10 pm Pfft. Well, I dunno bout the rest of you, but I'M nobody's stooge. *tilts his head at her* ...yeah? Windchill 9:10 pm Fine. I'll be my OWN stooge. Bevel 9:10 pm Is that a nickname? Swoop 9:11 pm *shoves stuffing in the plushy's tummy* *shoves ALL the stuffing* Whirl 9:11 pm Isn't that YOUR name? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:11 pm @Tarantulas: Humorous intent. Genetic reformation conducted. Previous Cybertron, old enemies defied. Tarantulas arrives. Bevel 9:11 pm No. Whirl 9:11 pm You're enough of a stooge for everyone in this room, 'Chill. Swoop 9:11 pm *plushy is now fat with deflated limbs* Kehehehehheheeeheh Windchill 9:11 pm ...That's right, and don't forget it. Tarantulas 9:11 pm *pft, didn't get a response from prowl but he's going to skitter up behind he and sw anyhow. don't mind him* Impact 9:12 pm *gonna go sit with Zori* Whirl 9:12 pm *pauses, thinking* ...Dremel? FakeProwl 9:12 pm *... vague shrug ping* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:12 pm *Zori waves his claws hello and pats at her.* #hiiii! #this is Ratchet #:D Whirl 9:12 pm It's something-el. Swoop 9:12 pm Cigar Smoke :> Bevel 9:12 pm Bevel. Beh-vel. Like the edge on a sword. Impact 9:13 pm Hi, Zori! *grins at both* Hi Ratchet! ItsyBitsySpyers 9:13 pm {{Him like Kup.}} Swoop 9:13 pm Cup? Tarantulas 9:13 pm @SW «Hyeheh... A play on words, then? Hmn. Someone's given me a /nickname/?» Impact 9:13 pm Who's Kup? Whirl 9:13 pm OH YEAH. I know what a bevel is, mech. I've used one before. FakeProwl 9:13 pm *Soundwave just offered him a lot of options without explaining what any of them mean. the first time he asked for an explanation of one of them he didn't get an answer and now he's tired.* Whirl 9:13 pm Or, I should say, made one...? Before? *he's surely comicn across as a master of the technology* Bevel 9:14 pm Did you? *yep totally* Whirl 9:14 pm I mean, technically if you count a sword, then very recently. Stabbed a whole lot of folks. Windchill 9:15 pm *Whispers* Swords are lame. Whirl 9:15 pm I prefer guns, yeah. Bevel 9:15 pm Swords are awesome :| Swoop 9:15 pm Him like Rewind Impact 9:16 pm *pipes in from over by Zori* SWORDS ARE COOL! Whirl 9:16 pm But if we're talking the DISTANT past, then yeah, you usually have to bevel a lot of different parts of your average chronometer. *takes another sip* Swords... are adequate. Windchill 9:16 pm *Head whips around so fast it just about disembodies itself.* Bevel 9:16 pm Oh! You make watches. Windchill 9:16 pm *Whispers loudly.* Swords are inferior. Whirl 9:17 pm Made. Impact 9:17 pm *LOUD POUTING* Bevel 9:17 pm Swords are personal. Swoop 9:17 pm Slag and Grimlock use swords Slag let Me play with keheh Too too big Whirl 9:17 pm One thing I DO like about swords--you can impale your enemies' heads on them. it's a laugh and a half. Windchill 9:17 pm Swoop... Bevel 9:18 pm Oh. Sorry. Windchill 9:18 pm Please never say that again. Swoop 9:18 pm Why Whirl 9:18 pm *shrugs and looks to her; his expression is hard to read but he doesn't seem upset* Bevel 9:18 pm I make clocks sometimes. Windchill 9:18 pm I can't tell you. Swoop 9:18 pm Why Whirl 9:18 pm *begins to snicker at Windchill and Swoop but immediately stops, his attention ZOOPing back to Bevel* Yeah? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:19 pm @Tarantulas: Not nickname. Greeting. Whirl 9:19 pm Also--she has the right idea. Screw 'em. Bevel 9:19 pm Uh-huh. I like making things sometimes. It does not pay very well but it is really fun. Windchill 9:20 pm *Appears to be thinking.* Swoop 9:20 pm *waggles the now only half dead plush at windchill* Whirl 9:20 pm Must have a tough crowd. Business was good for me, back in the day. *takes a sip* Heh, well, maybe you should start selling to the multiverse. Now's the best time to make money, right? Windchill 9:21 pm *Waggles his eyebrows back at Swoop.* Swoop 9:21 pm *cocks head* Whirl 9:22 pm C'mooon. Screw em. Windchill 9:22 pm What you said made me laugh, that's why. *He puts a hand over his chest.* On the inside. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:22 pm //Tell 'em to frag off!// Tarantulas 9:22 pm @SW «Greeting? I suppose that works.» *he's secretly flattered* Bevel 9:22 pm I guess. Mercenary works pays really nice. Swoop 9:22 pm Me Swoop am comedian Whirl 9:22 pm Heh, I'll bet! Windchill 9:22 pm You sure are. Whirl 9:23 pm Idiot. Windchill 9:23 pm Damn. Windchill 9:24 pm His eyelashes are almost as fabulous as mine. Swoop 9:24 pm This movie boring. It lots of standing in box. Impact 9:25 pm I dunno what's happening, I stopped listening. *unconcerned about admitting this* Whirl 9:26 pm He brought this on himself, the moron. Bevel 9:26 pm Whole game stinks. Cheaters. Swoop 9:27 pm titty caca Windchill 9:27 pm *Of COURSE Swoop would repeat THAT.* Bevel 9:27 pm *stifles laugh into arm at Swoop* Swoop 9:27 pm :> Impact 9:27 pm Hee! Windchill 9:28 pm I think that was a dirty word, Swoop. More than one, even. Swoop 9:28 pm Dirty word? Windchill 9:29 pm ...Yes. Lightly soiled. Swoop 9:29 pm Soil? Windchill 9:30 pm Dirt. Swoop 9:30 pm What dirt? Kehheh! Windchill 9:30 pm Have you been to Earth? It's covered in dirt. Swoop 9:31 pm Me Swoop from Earth! Me live in cave :> Impact 9:31 pm *hollers* I live on Earth, too! Windchill 9:31 pm Then I'm sure you've seen LOTS of dirt. Oh my god, you guys. We should start a club. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:32 pm *He was waiting for something a little more specific - he can't design a vague shrug - but it doesn't seem to be coming. Maybe he wasn't clear.* @Prowl: (txt): Elaboration: "Scanner", broad category term. Not external display - narrower focus. Specific investigation needs. Sound tracking, lighting change, energy signatures, frequency locator, energon contaminants, other. Not known what most useful. Bevel 9:32 pm I go to Earth for jobs sometimes. Lots of Bots and Cons fighting over it. Windchill 9:32 pm ..Huh. Mine has been pretty quiet. Save for humanity, that is. Bevel 9:32 pm Some universes are different. *shrugs* FakeProwl 9:32 pm @Soundwave «... That's a lot of options.» *and that was a verbal vague shrug* Whirl 9:33 pm I've been to Earth once or twice. But never my own. Swoop 9:33 pm Titty caca dirt word? Windchill 9:33 pm Sure is, Swoop. Sure is. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:33 pm *Vent sigh. He supposes that's a no.* (txt): Noted. External only. Whirl 9:33 pm Anyway, the Stemply guy, or whatever his name is--he'll get no sympathy for me. He rolled over for them and now he gets what he earned. Swoop 9:33 pm keheh me swoop say you lying joke bot FakeProwl 9:34 pm *it wasn't a no, it was bafflement* Whirl 9:34 pm So, the moral of the story is--screw everyone. *toasts the screen* Windchill 9:34 pm You're...calling me a liar? Swoop 9:34 pm Yup Windchill 9:34 pm Wow. Usually, you'd be right. Whirl 9:34 pm Damn. Sounds like he's got your number, 'Chill. FakeProwl 9:34 pm *but the options have been revoked. he guesses that's that.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:34 pm *They can be unrevoked. He just needs to be corrected.* Windchill 9:35 pm *Shrugs.* Swoop 9:35 pm *starts moving the triceratops plushy's stuffing around to a closer approximation of what it should be* *still opts to leave the tummy rounder than really necessary, at the cost of some limp limbs* Whirl 9:36 pm Heh. FakeProwl 9:37 pm *he can't even adequately react to the list he was offered, he's not in much of a position to issue corrections* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:37 pm *Then let us hope that Prowl is in a position to issue them later, when the actual work on it begins.* Swoop 9:38 pm *test hugs the triceratops* *the seams are questionable* Windchill 9:39 pm *Is more interested in watching the triceratops stuffing than the movie right now.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:39 pm //You'd think all them people woulda blabbed 'bout gettin' screwed over.// Whirl 9:39 pm Yeah. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:39 pm //Bet they ain't got their shows neither.// Bevel 9:39 pm @Soundwave - Working on weapons allowed? No murder or destroying anything promise. Whirl 9:39 pm They might have signed the NDA, though. Pfft! Windchill 9:40 pm Most people are pushovers and don't want to go through the trouble. They're conflict-avoidant. Swoop 9:40 pm ....... *realizes he might have to remove some of the tummy stuffing* :< Whirl 9:40 pm Chumps. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:40 pm @Bevel : [[Yes. No live parts.]] If there's a chance it'll fire, or do whatever it does, don't touch that part. FakeProwl 9:41 pm *something he overheard earlier has finally, slowly, registered. "Made."* Impact 9:41 pm *people-watching. better than movies!* Bevel 9:42 pm @Soundwave - 'Kay! *it barely looks like a weapon at the moment but better safe than sorry* Swoop 9:42 pm *pulls the thread a bit looser so he can fish out some stuffing with an entirely too resigned expression* FakeProwl 9:43 pm *... tentative ping @Whirl* Bevel 9:43 pm [[Gosh I love that burn so much. Whirl 9:43 pm *tossing his head back to swallow as he answers* @P: What? Windchill 9:45 pm Did you see that baby carriage. FakeProwl 9:45 pm @Whirl «Could I ask some questions. Not—not business.» Windchill 9:45 pm It was the colour of baby poop. Whirl 9:45 pm Lord. You'd know what that looked like, wouldn't you ? Windchill 9:46 pm Only from spending time around humans for so long. I have regrets. Whirl 9:46 pm *pauses just a bit; this is... unusual* P: Sure, why the hell not? Shoot, mech. Windchill 9:47 pm MY baby, *hand, meet chest again,* is nowhere near that messy. Whirl 9:47 pm Considering her parents, I find this hard to believe. Surely she at least DROOLS. Swoop 9:48 pm What a gentle Windchill 9:48 pm Yeah...but she doesn't poop. Totally different things. boomtank 9:48 pm how much did I miss?)) Whirl 9:48 pm Well, to be fair, I didn't poop when I was a protoform, either. Or, ever. boomtank 9:48 pm whoops)) Whirl 9:48 pm ((this guy's investigating a crooked game show!)) Impact 9:49 pm You'd poop if you turned into a human! Windchill 9:49 pm I don't know...what was that thing you dropped in my mouth that one time, then? boomtank 9:49 pm ah, cool)) FakeProwl 9:49 pm @Whirl «You used to make clocks. Right? Before—everything.» Whirl 9:49 pm An energon treat. And... I mean, I guess, but that's not likely to happen, Impact. I DID get turned into a bird, once. Windchill 9:49 pm *He turns again, and points his talon directly at Impact.* That's correct. Impact 9:49 pm You never know! It's happened to me! I'm ALWAYS correct! Windchill 9:49 pm Yeah. He got turned into a bird and he pooped in my mouth. Impact 9:49 pm Ew! Whirl 9:50 pm @Prowl: Yep. *pause* I can still knock em together, from time to time. *this is a huge understatement because his shelves are full of clocks* Windchill 9:50 pm *Windchill stop telling lies to little kids.* Whirl 9:50 pm Nope. I dropped a treat in your mouth. Swoop 9:50 pm Sludge have pet rock. Put here and there and all over rock. One time, Sludge sleeping. Me Swoop put pebbles all around. Him wake up and Me Swoop tell him little ones try to eat Sludge rock. Him stomp them to dust and hide rock keheheh for safe. Whirl 9:50 pm And, ugh, let's HOPE it doesn;t. FakeProwl 9:50 pm @Whirl «You didn't make them during the war. Right?» Windchill 9:50 pm *Sighs.* I like my version of the story better. Impact 9:50 pm I can help if it does! I'm a human expert! With lots of eggs! Windchill 9:51 pm *Blinks.* Tarantulas 9:51 pm *e-eggs. primus* Impact 9:51 pm Chicken eggs! Whirl 9:51 pm *he does spare a wry glance Prowl's way, briefly* @P: No. The Senate did their work well. Windchill 9:51 pm Do you eat the eggs? Impact 9:51 pm If I get turned human, yeah! Windchill 9:52 pm Wait. Whirl 9:52 pm If, in the unlikely event that I become human or any sort of actual organic creature, I'll ring you up... whoever-you-are. Impact 9:52 pm And some of them make more chickens! My name's Impact! Windchill 9:52 pm Do you have chickens? Impact 9:52 pm Yup! LOTS of chickens! LOTS OF THEM Windchill 9:52 pm Wow. Chickens are cool. Impact 9:52 pm *you just became cool despite dissing swords earlier* Yeah! Windchill 9:53 pm I like them better than geese. Geese hiss and try to kill me. Swoop 9:53 pm This movie so much words and sitting. Ugh! *goes back to massaging the stuffing around the plushy's head* Impact 9:53 pm Geese are rude! boomtank 9:53 pm -and in comes Sunstreaker, a bit...okay a lot late- Windchill 9:53 pm They also make really big poops. Impact 9:53 pm *waves at new dude* eeeeew! Windchill 9:54 pm *Nods sagely.* FakeProwl 9:54 pm @Whirl «The Senate's work didn't prevent you from being able to make them now.» boomtank 9:54 pm -half distracted wave, before sitting where he can- Swoop 9:55 pm Boat have big wing Windchill 9:56 pm Not as big as MY wing. FakeProwl 9:56 pm @Whirl «How did— When did you... What made you decide it was... was okay? To go back to—doing that again?» Whirl 9:56 pm @Prowl: Ugh, the sad, shabby things I can do NOW don't really compare, mech--and I can only do THAT because I made some modifications. ...and are you seriously comming me up to try and--and EXCUSE the Senate? @Prowl: Because if you are, then we're about to have a problem. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:57 pm *Soundwave suddenly huff-laughs. They're editing audio, like he does.* Windchill 9:58 pm Sleazy. FakeProwl 9:58 pm @Whirl «What? No. I'm not—I wasn't even talking about the Senate. The opposite. I just meant—they failed to stop you. ... Don't listen to what I'm saying, that isn't what I wanted to ask.» Whirl 9:59 pm *another sidelong, wry glance; after a moment's consideration, it seems obvious that this was an unintentional blunder on Prowl's part, rather than a calculated insult* *which is, honestly, what he expected* @Prowl: Well. Hm. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:00 pm //Oh scrap.// boomtank 10:00 pm -huffs and shakes his helm- This is not going to end well. Windchill 10:00 pm I like the pink. Bevel 10:01 pm See. It all went bad. Whirl 10:01 pm @Prowl: It wasn't until... I mean it wasn't something I thought about, on my own. I just got a--a weird message one night. Multiversal thing. But... Ha! That's why they didn't turn on the network. Windchill 10:01 pm *nods.* FakeProwl 10:01 pm @Whirl «... What kind of message?» Whirl 10:02 pm @Prowl: Someone said something about how I still made clocks, but I didn't at the time. They probably had me crossed with a different Whirl. But, you know. The idea was there. boomtank 10:04 pm ...so, this is a movie about some type of scandal, hm? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:04 pm //Some kinda rigged quiz game, winnin' money 'n scrap.// Windchill 10:05 pm I love scandals. FakeProwl 10:06 pm @Whirl «... So, you started it again because you heard that an alternate of you had started it again? Why?» Whirl 10:06 pm *tilts his head, staring down into his glass thoughtfully* @Prowl: I know your question is--it's not about the logistics. But I'm not... sure I'm in-touch enough with, you know. You KNOW I'm a wreck, that's not a secret. I don't know what to tell you, about when it felt... right. Or okay. It's not like I've stopped being bitter, so it's nothing to do with--with HEALING or any of that sentimental nonsense. boomtank 10:06 pm A rigged...quiz game? Whirl 10:06 pm Yep. For ratings. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:06 pm //Yeah. Like givin' 'em the answers 'n scrap.// Whirl 10:06 pm It's all because of the, whatsit, the medicine. Swoop 10:06 pm Milk Whirl 10:06 pm You get a sensational show, you get a lot of people watching it--which means a lot of people see your commercial. Windchill 10:06 pm The meds with the funny name. Whirl 10:07 pm That's what you should do, Bevel. *snickers* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:07 pm [][][]Geritol.[][][] boomtank 10:07 pm Ah. That would take the ratings down if the audience knew they were doing that. Whirl 10:07 pm Yeah, what he said. *gestures to Soundwave* FakeProwl 10:07 pm @Whirl «... Hmm.» Whirl 10:07 pm @Prowl: And, like I said, the idea was there. It wouldn't go away. Swoop 10:07 pm Me Swoop want energon in bottle like that one :> boomtank 10:07 pm Geritol? Windchill 10:07 pm Why like that one? Swoop 10:08 pm Different Impact 10:08 pm Uh-oh, it's my bedtime! Bevel 10:08 pm *laughs* I can be the host and the contestant. Impact 10:08 pm G'NIGHT EVERYBODY! ItsyBitsySpyers 10:08 pm //Aww. Seeya round, Orangey.// Whirl 10:08 pm Seeya... uh, person. Windchill 10:08 pm Good night, short stack. Impact 10:08 pm *FRANTIC WAVING AS SHE HEADS OUT* boomtank 10:08 pm Good night Whirl 10:08 pm And you'll run the commercial. Bevel 10:08 pm Yep! Whirl 10:09 pm @Prowl: My turn for a question: why do you wanna know, anyway? Bevel 10:09 pm *hadn't paid as much attention as she should have to the newbuild or she might have actually recognized her* Swoop 10:09 pm Me Swoop have sippy cup :> ItsyBitsySpyers 10:10 pm *Soundwave scoots forward. Oho.* FakeProwl 10:10 pm *a moment of silence. ... whirl answered prowl's questions for free. prowl owed that much in return.* Whirl 10:11 pm Heh. The scheme is up. Bevel 10:11 pm Ha, they messed up Windchill 10:11 pm A sippy cup? Swoop 10:11 pm Sippy! ItsyBitsySpyers 10:11 pm *And this is why he believes in recording e v e r y t h i n g* Windchill 10:11 pm ...May I see it? Swoop 10:12 pm *pulls his sippy cup with the last bit of his energon ration in it out of subspace* Whirl 10:12 pm Anyway... I lost my thread. If I ever get turned into a creature that poops, Windchill, you'll be the first to know. boomtank 10:12 pm -besides creeping everyone out?- Windchill 10:12 pm *Leans, squints.* Cool. Where did you get it? Swoop 10:12 pm Carly ItsyBitsySpyers 10:12 pm *The creeping out is just a side effect.* Windchill 10:13 pm *Squints at Whirl with his spare eye.* I'll hold you to that. Whirl 10:13 pm *solemn salute* Windchill 10:13 pm I don't know what Carly is. Swoop 10:13 pm Engineer :> boomtank 10:13 pm -wonderful- Windchill 10:14 pm Ohhhh. Whirl 10:14 pm Hey, are their stagehands twins? Windchill 10:14 pm I didn't catch it. Whirl 10:14 pm Rumble, Frenzy, you want in on this game show scam? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:15 pm //Not unless we're gettin' the fame 'n credits.// He snickers. Bevel 10:15 pm Twin vs. twin episode. Whirl 10:15 pm Ohh, yes. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:16 pm *...He sees what's going on here.* FakeProwl 10:16 pm @Whirl «... I was offered... No, asked to become a police officer again. I've been—waiting, for circumstances to be right. To go back.» boomtank 10:16 pm -hums a bit, his version of quiet laughter- Bevel 10:17 pm Is he gonna dive? FakeProwl 10:17 pm @Whirl «The circumstances aren't right. I don't think they'll ever be back.» Swoop 10:18 pm *finishes his sippy cup, pretends to feed the plushy, laughs and drops it* Whirl 10:18 pm @Prowl: Honestly? Probably not. I mean, yeah, you can chalk this up to me being cynical and bitter but--it's the truth. None of us can go BACK. FakeProwl 10:18 pm *braces self for some snide comment about cops* Whirl 10:18 pm @Prowl: Even if everything else in the world went back, we're all too different, yeah? Whirl 10:20 pm @Prowl: That said, if you can make it work, you might as well give it a shot. I dunno how deep you've got yourself in with King Idiot--*another sidelong, wry glance; Whirl is not as subtle as he could be* But if you want something, REALLY want it--you'll have to get it yourself, somehow. Nice. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:21 pm *Soundwave hums. Such good work.* FakeProwl 10:22 pm @Whirl «... I don't—know if I want it. In this world. The way it is.» Whirl 10:22 pm @Prowl: Hell, I wouldn't blame you. I remember the things Starscream said to Blurr. You'd probably just be his stooge, his heavy. boomtank 10:22 pm Well. This could get messy. Windchill 10:23 pm That's hilariously pathetic. Whirl 10:23 pm Yep. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:23 pm \\...AIN'T THAT BRIBIN' GOVERNMENT? HOW COME HE AIN'T GETTIN' ARRESTED?\\ Swoop 10:23 pm When fighting start? Windchill 10:23 pm Even I can say that's pathetic, and I'm as sad and sorry as they come. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:23 pm [[There is no fighting in this, Swoop.]] Swoop 10:23 pm Boring Why You Soundwave always pick boring talky movie? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:24 pm [[Call it habit. He likes to listen.]] Tarantulas 10:25 pm *zzzzzz. sleepy spide* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:26 pm *Pings the spide. Need a lift home, so to speak?* Swoop 10:26 pm You Soundwave music bot. This movie not music movie. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:27 pm [[They don't make many music movies. He tries to conserve them.]] Whirl 10:27 pm ...a movie with music AND fighting. Tarantulas 10:27 pm *that is, the spide is actually asleep, and has been for some time - the ping startles him* Swoop 10:27 pm Conserve is energy word :> FakeProwl 10:27 pm @Whirl «I was always—I know you're not going to believe this. I know what you think of cops. But I was always a—a good cop. Even under Sentinel, even under Zeta. I was demoted for pointing a finger at them and telling them they were corrupt.» Windchill 10:27 pm I can think of at least one of those. boomtank 10:28 pm -oh great. politics. Sunstreaker is going to lean back and sigh- ItsyBitsySpyers 10:28 pm //Music AND fightin'. We seen that one. It was great.// Bevel 10:28 pm Which one is that? FakeProwl 10:28 pm @Whirl «You know as much as any random given Autobot about who I was during the war.» ItsyBitsySpyers 10:28 pm //That one with them fighters gettin' sucked off Earth for that tournament thing.// FakeProwl 10:28 pm @Whirl «I swore that I wouldn't go back to the police unless I could be the person I was before the war.» Windchill 10:28 pm ...Mortal Kombat? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:29 pm \\THAT'S IT.\\ Windchill 10:29 pm Ohohohoho. That's a good one. FakeProwl 10:29 pm @Whirl «Is that... even possible, in this world?» Whirl 10:29 pm @Prowl: Honestly? Doesn't surprise me much. Not about them being corrupt, not about you pointing the finger, back then. Whirl 10:31 pm *he looks down at the dregs of his drink as he thinks this over; he has to consider why he's being so honest. Probably, it's because it's been too long since he spoke to someone about this. Maybe it's the booze--he'll blame the booze* @Prowl: Honestly? No. I don't think so. None of us are. Not you, not me, not Optimus. And as long as I'm being honest--I think you'd let yourself be a bad cop, if you think you needed to. Bevel 10:33 pm *grumbles at movie* FakeProwl 10:34 pm @Whirl «... I see.» Tarantulas 10:34 pm *tara will take sw up on that, a goodbye ping to soundwave and prowl* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:34 pm *Pings him farewell - and a note suggesting Tarantulas rest well, too. Since he's falling asleep in public.* Swoop 10:35 pm Knife Windchill 10:35 pm *Busies himself by, quietly, cracking his knuckles.* Whirl 10:35 pm @Prowl: So, you either accept that things're going to be different, and you try and do what you want anyway, or you give it up. That's all you. Whirl 10:37 pm Ohh, damn. FakeProwl 10:39 pm @Whirl «I know. I know.» @Whirl «... Thank you.» Swoop 10:40 pm Them take outside. Bare knuckle. No weapon. End for good. All done, bam! Whirl 10:41 pm *leans back, stares until he has Prowl's eye, and lazily salutes him. Master of Subtlety here* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:41 pm *...Now what is that about?* FakeProwl 10:41 pm *prowl's eye is aimed straight down. but he caught the claw movement from the corner of his optic.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:42 pm *You know how Whirl glanced at him after the Starscream thing? Whirl's getting that now.* Whirl 10:42 pm *he doesn't react; in fact, Whirl... doesn't actually notice. Soundwave should be able to tell. He's finishing off his booze* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:43 pm *Hmm. He'll file this away for later.* Windchill 10:45 pm *Manages to look faintly amused.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:45 pm *Ah, the poor creator.* Bevel 10:46 pm Too much creator drama in all these movies :| Swoop 10:46 pm Everyone all upset at for game 😕 Boring Windchill 10:46 pm I wouldn't know. boomtank 10:46 pm -snorts and shakes his helm- Great Swoop 10:46 pm Everyone all go outside fight. Feel better after. Or dead. Keheh. Bevel 10:47 pm Heh. Windchill 10:47 pm Well, considering you're not supposed to feel anything when you're dead, I suppose that might be better to feel. Whirl 10:47 pm A good way to settle an argument. Or, to blow off steam. FakeProwl 10:47 pm *... slightly curls in* Whirl 10:47 pm ...or to have a good time. Swoop 10:47 pm Yah! ItsyBitsySpyers 10:48 pm *Now he's REALLY suspicious.* @Prowl: (txt): What said, Whirl? Prowl harmed? Bevel 10:48 pm *puts the stuff she was working on away* FakeProwl 10:49 pm @Soundwave «No. Nothing. I was curious about his clocks.» Windchill 10:49 pm *Chin, meet hand.* Swoop 10:49 pm *flops backwards, wings sprawling* *clutches the plushy* FakeProwl 10:49 pm *... leans on Soundwave.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:50 pm *Tilts his helm to one side. That's an odd thing to curl up about. He'll chew on that a while. In the meantime, he'll lean back. If allowed, he'll wrap his arm around too. Comfort.* FakeProwl 10:50 pm *thank you* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:51 pm //All this yakkin'. Can't he jus' fraggin' say "Yeah, I did the cheatin' thing cause I'm a lazy high caste meatbag?"// //An' how come they was all nasty at th' other human but not this one?// boomtank 10:52 pm -coughs- ItsyBitsySpyers 10:52 pm //Buncha kiss-afts.// Windchill 10:52 pm Nope, high caste folks gotta clap themselves on the back for meeting the basic minimum of decency. Whirl 10:52 pm Yeah--except--heh. This guy. This guy's you, Rumble. Windchill 10:53 pm Good. Bevel 10:53 pm That guy was good. boomtank 10:53 pm -Sunstreaker is going to say nothing to all this- FakeProwl 10:53 pm ((bless that one dude for shutting down the intellectual circlejerk)) Bevel 10:53 pm [[Best dude boomtank 10:53 pm yuuuup)) Whirl 10:53 pm ((agreed)) Windchill 10:54 pm (( Tbh. )) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:54 pm ((don't get too excited.)) boomtank 10:54 pm well shit)) Whirl 10:54 pm ((uh oh)) Windchill 10:55 pm (( Of course the corporations are gonna get off pfft. )) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:56 pm ((Of course they did. You still watch NBC, don't you? 😄 )) Bevel 10:56 pm [[Yeeeeep Windchill 10:56 pm (( No, I don't watch TV, BUT it's a no-brainer. )) boomtank 10:56 pm yep)) Swoop 10:56 pm *flaps wings tiredly, looks so very very bored* boomtank 10:57 pm Politics. That is all it is. Windchill 10:58 pm *Fakes a yawn.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:59 pm *Soundwave huffs. What a fitting song. That wasn't planned.* Swoop 10:59 pm *holds triceratops plushy over himself* Bevel 10:59 pm *so fitting Bevel might have laughed a little* Whirl 10:59 pm Is this--Devil Inside? Oh, nope. I am wrong. Swoop 11:00 pm All fixed, better ItsyBitsySpyers 11:00 pm *Laserbeak chitters approval of Swoop's work. Well done!* FakeProwl 11:00 pm *... leans harder on soundwave* Swoop 11:01 pm Slag want it back 😶 Fly after, Bird? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:01 pm {{Yes! You give fixed toy, us flying. Race through Sonic Canyon, neheh.}} Swoop 11:02 pm YAh! Good. Me Swoop give FAST. Then flying!!! Whirl 11:02 pm *streeetches* Back to domestic bliss? *to Windchill* Swoop 11:02 pm See you at Canyon! Bye, Bird! ItsyBitsySpyers 11:02 pm {{Byeeee!}} *Not the kind of ending Prowl would like, he supposes. Soundwave gives his shoulder a quiet nudge.* @Prowl: (txt): These, humans. Their flaws, learned. Not repeated. Windchill 11:02 pm (( I get dinner and am surrounded by carnivores, one of whom almost sent y'all a message.)) Whirl 11:03 pm (9HEY CATS)) Windchill 11:03 pm Domestic bliss? ((Babs and Batdog!)) Bevel 11:03 pm *gets up to leave. waves to room in general* Windchill 11:03 pm Bye, Shovel. FakeProwl 11:03 pm @Soundwave «... Hm?» *he barely knows what the movie was about* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:03 pm //Seeya!// Whirl 11:04 pm *SNICKERS* Bye, mech. *salutes her* Windchill 11:04 pm There's nothing domestic about my //darlings,// I promise you. Whirl 11:04 pm Mm-hmm. boomtank 11:04 pm -oh, right, movie's over. Time to get going. Up he gets- Windchill 11:05 pm Making messes, making awful noises, eating the house. A pair of wild animals, that's what I've got to deal with. Luckily, I fit right in. Whirl 11:06 pm I was about to say. *snickers* Windchill 11:06 pm *Grins. He takes PRIDE in that fact.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:06 pm @Prowl: (txt): ...Disappointing movie ending. This, not--? *Concerning. If he could just reach in there and pluck out what was wrong... but no. Not thinking like that.* (txt): Stay. When others gone. Longer, if wanted, needed. Will listen. If not listen, other. \\LEAVIN', BLASTER?\\ //Oh yeah! The present for the li'l egg newbuild. Hold on.// And Rumble's racing upstairs to get it. Whirl 11:07 pm *perks up; he's eager to see this* Windchill 11:07 pm *Raises hand.* Hey, Soundwave. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:08 pm [[Hmm?]] Windchill 11:08 pm Is there a rule about bringing your spawn to movie night? *He's asking BEFORE he does something they all regret. Even he will play by the rules SOMETIMES..* (( I'm surrounded by furry land sharks, send help. )) Whirl 11:09 pm ((RIP IN PIECES)) Windchill 11:09 pm (( THANKS I COULD HELP BRO. )) boomtank 11:10 pm good luck, and watch your fingers)) ItsyBitsySpyers 11:10 pm [[As long as they are not disruptive and do not destroy his property.]] He pauses, thinking about when he first got to the multiverse and how others seemed to treat him as a babysitting service. [[You are also responsible for their entertainment. And you will not forget them here.]] FakeProwl 11:10 pm @Soundwave «... Was it?» *tries to remember anything about the end of the movie. ... there was a trial. someone must have been wrongfully convicted and/or found not guilty* boomtank 11:10 pm -Sunstreaker is just going to head off now, since the crowd has thinned enough for that- FakeProwl 11:11 pm @Soundwave «There's not much to listen to.» Windchill 11:11 pm *Raises his brows. He'd almost be insulted that Soundwave had to include that, if he hadn't seen enough *stellar parenting* in his lifetime to know what the mech was talking about.* Understood. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:12 pm *Rumble tears back downstairs waving a small data slug.* //I got it!// *Here you go. One set of five Insecticon hive songs from their timeline.* *War and feasting tunes, mostly, but you take what you can get when you're on rough terms with them.* Whirl 11:12 pm What is it? *ZOOPS at the slug* Windchill 11:14 pm *His brows lower until he looks properly confused.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:14 pm @Prowl: (txt): Will listen regardless - if asked. Still here if not. *Light squeeze.* FakeProwl 11:15 pm *... acknowledging ping* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:18 pm //Always hear reproductin' origin newbuilds got lullabies 'n stuff, right? So we figured, grub, egg, maybe we trade some buildin' scrap 'n get some of 'em. Kinda.// boomtank 11:18 pm thanks for the stream, later!)) ItsyBitsySpyers 11:18 pm ((bye!)) Windchill 11:19 pm *Squints.* You did what? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:21 pm *He sighs.* //We traded Chop Shop some slag so his whole everybody'd sing stuff for the kid.// Whirl 11:21 pm *tilts his head and his optic squints into a smile* That's... a damn sight more thoughtful than MY present. *pauses* Of course, I could always get some recordings of The Horned Wonder singing. But that'll give her nightmares. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:22 pm [[-He- wouldn't mind a recording of that.]] FakeProwl 11:22 pm *... are they talking about insecticons singing.* Windchill 11:22 pm Oh... FakeProwl 11:22 pm *just kinda. subtly. cringes into soundwave's side.* Windchill 11:23 pm *It's time to squint at Whirl for a moment: a worthy distraction from his own awkwardness.* Don't be ridiculous. My spawn is brave and BOLD. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:24 pm *Slowly pets side. You know what he hasn't sent in a long while? A game move. You know what type he's never sent? Hax. That should help until they're done.* Windchill 11:24 pm Besides, I doubt there's anything out there that manages to sound worse than her carrier. Whirl 11:25 pm YOU'VE never heard Cyclonus SINGING. And, be careful what you wish for, Soundwave. *okay in all honesty it has a certain... charm. But that probably has more to do with Cyclonus than the music* Does she talk at all, yet? FakeProwl 11:25 pm *... long delay* Windchill 11:26 pm *Shakes his head.* No, it's all gibberish. If I bring her in sometime, you can all see. Whirl 11:26 pm Hmm. Can she beep? Windchill 11:27 pm ...I haven't heard any beeps. Whirl 11:27 pm Hmmmm. *taps the underside of his helm thoughtfully* Windchill 11:27 pm *He's getting distracted from poor Rumble, whoops.* FakeProwl 11:27 pm *... sends move* *this isn't going to be the best game prowl's ever played* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:29 pm *It doesn't need to be. For one thing, he's obviously out of sorts for reasons Soundwave is still trying to piece together (but knows it has something to do with cops and clocks and is too uncomfortable to talk about). For another, personal mastery or not, it's probably the only game he'll ever have a great shot at winning.* Whirl 11:29 pm *has lapsed into Thoughts, so Windchill is free to give the twins the attention they deserve* Windchill 11:30 pm *A short lived freedom, before the Beepening happens.* FakeProwl 11:30 pm *take this chance while you can, soundwave* Whirl 11:31 pm ((SCREAMS)) ((THIS WAS MY BAND BACK IN THE DAAAAY)) Windchill 11:32 pm *He shakes his head. ANYWAY.* Wow, um. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:32 pm *He will, with another move. Shorter than he'd usually play, by far, but if the point is to keep Prowl distracted until the room is clear, taking lots of time won't help.* Windchill 11:33 pm *He doesn't know what to say, give him a minute.* Whirl 11:33 pm Kind of a backhanded compliment. Pfft. ...the song, not anything anyone said. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:34 pm //Okay, cause I was sorta confused.// Whirl 11:34 pm Right? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:35 pm \\AH, PRIMUSSAKE. I'M GOIN' UPSTAIRS. AIN'T HERE FOR ALL THIS SAPPY SCRAP.\\ Whirl 11:36 pm *salutes* Seeya in a couple days, mech. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:36 pm \\LEAST BLURR GOT GOOD MUSIC. SEEYA.\\ *Rumble just snorts after his brother.* Windchill 11:36 pm *Waves absentmindedly.* Whirl 11:37 pm *watches Windchill, then swivels his helm around to Rumble* Well. You broke him. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:38 pm //Ha. Jus' goes to show how powerful I am.// Windchill 11:39 pm Pfft. You caught me off guard. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:39 pm //Maybe we oughta stick him in a box 'n send him home with REPAIR ME wrote on him.// Whirl 11:39 pm I'll make sure to beware any gifts YOU try and give me, then. Pfft. Whaddya say, Windchill? Windchill 11:40 pm You got a box big enough? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:40 pm //Naw, but we could call Astrotrain maybe.// //He's kinda boxy.// Windchill 11:40 pm You could also divide me up into multiple boxes. *Oops, that was morbid.* Whirl 11:41 pm Or... we construct. A giant dumpster. OR... we steal one. FakeProwl 11:41 pm *ping. move.* Windchill 11:41 pm ...That too. Whirl 11:41 pm I'm sure there are some around new Iacon. Big, industrial ones. Windchill 11:41 pm Perfect for hiding bodies in? Whirl 11:42 pm Hiding your body, maybe. Windchill 11:42 pm *Hand over spark.* Good enough. I'll take it. Whirl 11:43 pm *he's legit going to fly around looking for a huge dumpster now* Windchill 11:43 pm Anyway...thanks, Rumble. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:43 pm *Take Rumble. He'll show you where New Iacon is.* Whirl 11:43 pm *he's referring to the Cybertron he lives on. ...unless that's what you mean. Whirl has no idea they live there yet* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:43 pm //Yeah, mech. No problem. New life's new life, y'know?// Whirl 11:44 pm ((well, "lives on")) ((the cybertron in the dimension he's squatting in)) Windchill 11:44 pm ...Yeah. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:44 pm *Oh, no. He'd only be able to show Whirl THEIR Iacon. Which is mostly just a handful of bots out slowly repairing the Archives.* Whirl 11:44 pm *gotcha* *he's genuinely enjoying watching Rumble render Windchill speechless, this is priceless* All right, fellas. *leans back and streeetches, first one leg then the other* I'm out. See you guys. Windchill 11:45 pm *How dare you* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:45 pm //Catch ya later, mech.// Windchill 11:45 pm Bye, sucker. Whirl 11:46 pm *bobs his helm cordially at Rumble and Windchill both* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:46 pm *Ping to Prowl. He'll keep turning other pieces to other things over in his mind while he waits.* Windchill 11:47 pm *He's thinking.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:49 pm *And now Rumble's getting nervous.* //...Listen, ya don't gotta make nothin' big outta it or whatever. Jus' supposed to be a li'l congrats.// FakeProwl 11:50 pm *pings back* Windchill 11:50 pm Well, yeah, I mean. It's not a big slug. *He might have to be extra careful in handling with his giant meat hooks, in fact.* Windchill 11:52 pm I'll have to let my better half preview it. I doubt I'll understand anything that's on it. *He shrugs. It's not meant to be dismissive, he simply gives the carrier the final say in anything concerning the grubber.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:53 pm *Rumble nods. Sure thing.* Windchill 11:55 pm I'm sure they'll both appreciate it, though. There's nobody else like them on our Earth. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:57 pm *Huge whoosh of relief.* //Good. Uh, the 'ppreciatin'. Not the - I mean - ah, Pit. Glad to hear it ain't all wrong probably.// He scratches his helm. //I'm gonna head upstairs. Catch ya next time, huh?// Windchill 11:58 pm *He nods.* Yeah, you can't get rid of me THAT easily. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:58 pm *Ping ping. Move sent.* Windchill 11:58 pm *It's about time he headed home, actually.* Yesterday Windchill 11:59 pm *That means it's time for him to get off of his giant butt, data slug safely tucked away in subspace.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:00 am *Soundwave lifts his helm to look at Windchill. He nods his farewell.* Windchill 12:01 am Good night, suckerrrrrrs. *He'll wave at Rumble one last time.* My grub awaits. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:01 am //Night!// ItsyBitsySpyers 12:03 am *With that, Rumble whistles at his fellow deployers. C'mon, you lot. Leave the Boss and his last guest be.* *Soundwave beeps at Prowl and nudges his shoulder again. No more Insecticon talk, no more of whatever Whirl said, no other people.* FakeProwl 12:03 am *pings back* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:04 am (txt): Talk wanted? Other? FakeProwl 12:06 am ... There's not much to talk about. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:11 am (txt): Prowl certain? Many days spent within self. ... If 'nothing' request still active, apology given. Agreement break unintended. *Temporarily disengages to rearrange himself up against one corner of the seat with legs stretched the long way. Beckons with a finger. Come here. Uncurl and rest.* FakeProwl 12:13 am *doesn't really uncurl. but relocates to lean against Soundwave in his new position* ... Starscream offered me an additional job duty. I've been weighing the pros and cons of accepting it. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:16 am *That's fine too. He'll get both arms around as best he can and rest his chin on the nearest available frame spot.* *Oh. OH. Cops and clocks. Now he sees. Things that people want to do but haven't been connected to in ages.* (txt): Enforcer work? FakeProwl 12:17 am *long silence* ... Doesn't matter. I'm turning down the offer. Or—refusing the appointment. I don't know whether Starscream was offering it or assigning it. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:18 am *So much for resting his chin. He lifts it up again, surprised.* (txt): Why? FakeProwl 12:19 am Doesn't matter. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:21 am (txt): Negative. Reason matters. Position wanted all time Prowl known. *A pause. Granted, he'd only known this Prowl for one or two years, but still.* (txt): What changed? FakeProwl 12:22 am Doesn't matter. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:24 am (txt): Disagreed. *Quiet vent. Equally quiet nuzzle while he thinks.* (txt): What position: alternative, if enforcer status refused? FakeProwl 12:24 am No "alternative." It was an additional duty, not a replacement duty. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:28 am *Yes, right. Of course. He'd said that. He'd just be an enforcer on top of the other work. The work he'd gone to prison and spent all this time to plan. The political and social scheming and string-pulling. Like they both were used to doing during the war.* *...Oh.* *Damn his curiosity, but he has to ask.* (txt): ...What expected, if -original- duty refused? FakeProwl 12:29 am ... Original duty? ItsyBitsySpyers 12:30 am (txt): Imprisonment reason. Original intent. FakeProwl 12:30 am ... Nothing's expected. I'm not refusing my original duty. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:32 am (txt): Hypothetical question. Situation interpretation requirement. FakeProwl 12:33 am I tend to try to avoid spending my time and RAM calculating the outcomes of scenarios that I'm not entertaining as possibilities. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:42 am *Stubborn, stubborn. A good thing most times. This time, vaguely frustrating.* (txt): ...Not certain refusal: necessary. Not Soundwave's choice. If discussion: unwanted, this: respected. However, audial offered if mind changed, vent wanted, understanding needed, combination. Not minded. FakeProwl 12:44 am Refusal isn't "necessary." But it's correct. There's nothing about it worth discussing. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:53 am *He doesn't know how to word what he wants to say. It's going to be a little awkward. Please bear with him, Prowl.* (txt): Soundwave... sorry. Prowl wanted ideal self-future. This, own want. Loss not - loss-- *He can't figure it out. He mimes snapping something with his hands instead.* (txt): Request: Retain. If Prowl -certain- not possible now, perhaps future still available. This, not - not lost city. Can hold within self. Should hold. Keep during original work. Best. FakeProwl 12:55 am *prowl's hands curl shut* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:56 am *Oh no. What did he do. He wasn't trying to advise like the time with the Constructicons; it was just-- he just. Doesn't want Prowl to let go of it altogether. The world is cold enough.* FakeProwl 12:57 am ... I should—probably go home. ItsyBitsySpyers 1:02 am (txt): ...Not intending - not trying... *Never mind. He's going to make it worse. Like he did then. He doesn't know what he's done wrong but he's broken -something- and if he doesn't just stop he might well ruin it.* *He reluctantly lets go, not that the avatar needs him to do that. It can just flicker out whenever it wants. He knows that. Call it a sign of acceptance.* FakeProwl 1:03 am ... You didn't do anything wrong. ItsyBitsySpyers 1:04 am *Gonna have trouble believing that, but he will try. Prowl's not supposed to lie, after all.* *Small nod.* (txt): Rest. FakeProwl 1:05 am *in a very convoluted way, he's not lying.* *small nod. he'll try.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:11 am *Soundwave watches it flicker out, then rolls onto his front to try to get some recharge of his own. He won't succeed. Too busy replaying the conversation over and over in his head, and then too busy being angry at Starscream for locking Prowl away so that even if the conversation -had- gone better the moment Prowl felt safe and calm and tired enough to recharge his avatar would just wink out and leave them with the same outcome either way.*