the-maroon-cyborg submitted to craftyashell
((because the fucking ask box wouldn't work))
Simmons stands at Grif’s door, with a piece of paper in his hands. “Uh…Grif…?” He looked at the paper, which was covered in Donut’s advice. “I uh…wanted to say uh…sorry…and um…” He looks closer at the paper. “…and I ‘want some one on one time with you’…?” Oh god this was stupid. Please ignore him so he can run away to his room.
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Grif sat up and groaned when he heard Simmons begin to talk through his door. “This better not be something dumb..” He groaned. But he listened to all of what Simmons had to say. The last few words though, sent him into a laughing fit.
Simmons waited to hear a reaction from the other. Then the other started laughing...hard. Fucking hell. Simmons' human part of his face turned bright red as he quickly tore apart the paper and turned away. "Fuck this, I'm going back to the fucking Blue Base."