▓ ((sends in another one for Copy Fire, Naplm Man, and Honey Woman))
Copy Fire
DANG BOY those hips dO NOT LIE. Helena was picky about her men, but in terms of drawing them? This guy was her dream boy. Her eyes were rather blatantly staring at them, though they did admire the stubble and the details in his optics. But mostly it was the hips. And the muscles, dang. WOMEN didn’t have such great hourglass figures as this guy had. With a singing voice that wasn’t half-bad (if she didn’t say so herself) she started humming,
"♫♪ 'Cause he's a…Good-time cowboy Casanova,Leanin’ up against the record machiiine… ♫♪”
Napalm Man
YES. MORE CUTIES, GOOD. She did want to hang at the amusement park, so she buy some tickets first; a rather standard interaction for Napalm Man. However, she then hopped up on the ticket booth counter- glad there was no glass in the way- and smooched the walking arsenal between the eyes. She hadn’t much fear of his nukes, given that he wasn’t about to use them on a customer!
She then ran into the park, giggling.
Honey Woman
aaAAA she’s pretty!! She wasn’t much a fan of bugs, or gardening, or basically anything to do with Honey’s work, but she would watch; all while mentally writing fanfiction, particularly involving a certain Egyptian Robot Master and his tendencies towards pretty women like this piece of work right here…
