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❝ could you help me with something? ❞ Bite asks, walking over to Mouse.
Mouse practically bounces up from where he's sitting, eager to please as ever. "No trouble at all, vod. Official business, or something less approved?" His conspiratorial whisper carries hints of playful flirtation, but also the slightest bit of anxiety.
*gives the corrie guard stickers*
( Mun you have liberty to pick what every Corrie guard got as a sticker )
Tumbler stares at the collection of stickers gifted to him and looks back up at the Natborn.
"Uh...thanks for the stickers, sir/ma'am. I'll be sure to distribute these among the Guard evenly. If you have need of our service, please contact our head office."
With a salute and quick turn, Tumbler walks out of sight. Then he sprints, grin manic as he begins to assault vode with stickers to the bucket or shell.
A small cartoonish Massif with adorable eyes is slapped onto the side of Mouse's head, with 41 getting a shield slapped onto his shoulder and 07 getting a blue rose on their arm. (@squad380)
Bite will get a sticker of a bandaged smiley face to his chest as Tumbler darts in and out of the vents. (@corrie-bite)
Mallet will be suddenly blinded as a apple sticker is slapped into his visor from the vent above, with only Tumbler's laughter giving him away as the culprit. (@clonetroopermallet)
Commander Fox will get a gentle slap on the back of the head, later to find a small Caf sticker on the back of his bucket. (@cc1010fox)
Ask Game: "You are not as untouchable as you act," Bite says casually, settling next to Onyx against the wall in the training room, watching the newest shinies from Kamino go through a brutal introduction to the Guards training regimen.
Onyx barely suppresses the instinctive retort, feeling the familiar syllables of "usen'ye" already forming on her tongue without conscious thought. As satisfying as it would be to let it out, she doesn't-- her vod doesn't deserve that cruelty. Not that such things usually stop her.
"Observant, aren't we, '24? I would reconsider your assumptions about me if I were you. Ciryc mir'am aranar aru an rohak."
Vau's words from her lips, as it so often is. By far the least of the things she owes to him.
