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[phase6blackshadow]

(ง •̀_•́)ง

send me a (ง •̀_•́)ง if u wanna fuCKI NG FIGHT ME 

“I’d rather not do that. Tarn would have my head if he came back to his list maker all beaten and bloody.”

[phase6blackshadow]

"What do you remember?"

Send me ‘What do you remember?’ for my muse waking up in the hospital with memory loss, unaware of the fact that your muse tried to kill them

“Nothing,” Pause. “What did you do THIS time? We’re supposed to allies now y’know? It better have been an accident I swear to Primus...”

[phase6blackshadow]

"You hit your head and you've been out for two days."

Injury II [Starter Sentences] 

$ -- “Wh-wha?” Slowly Black Shadow’s optics flickered online to gaze over the smaller mecha, “Where am I? Wh- what happened?” the phase sixer still felt heavy and almost sedated as he turned to gaze upon the DJD’s list keeper. Bleary optics could only just make out his form. Why would Kaon of all mecha be checking up on him?

[phase6blackshadow]

Accents

4/10 accents!

[phase6blackshadow]

executionerschair said: //he wakes up when the fight is over and is all like YEAH WOO WE WON WOOOOOO and everyone is like no shday. go back to sleep. 

SHADY IS JUST LIKE *shrugs and goes back to sleep if u insist he loves sleep*

[clinicixn-archive]

((How The Pet wakes up The DJD. Every. Single. Morning.))

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✙☤— || Cleaning up after the yahoos’ messes was quite the common place, especially when the five were too lazy to take the important bits and simply brought the bodies and tossed them to the floor. 

No. Really. That’s what they did. And as the five went off about their business, as well as cleaning themselves up, she’d work on the bodies. 

And take every little piece she deemed necessary. 

So, by the time she’d picked the little pieces, including Tarn’s favorite piece, she’d shoved the bits into the trash heap, and then went to check on the progress. Finding the five in the control room was no surprise, and she simply allowed her gaze to follow over each one with a keen eye. 

However, mere seconds after it’d begun, it’d ended, and only two down the line. 

“Kaon,” she releases, tone shifting it’s pitch as she promptly wooshed her way over and squealed to a stop beside the mech, batting his servo off of the Pet before her faceplating scrunches up in distaste. 

“Don’t touch him! Just look at you!” She continues, dropping his servo and doing a once-around the mech in his fluid covered glory. “You’re filthy.” 

Within seconds the femme turns, mouth opened to start in on the other four for not helping make sure the communications officer had scrubbed himself clean-- only to catch a flash of purple dance around the corner and out into the hall. 

There’s a huff, followed by the spinning of her wheel as she slammed her pede down and back in exasperation. 

“No good, dirty-rotten lazy-” she cuts off there, gaze snapping back to the mech in front of her. “Up you get, then. We gotta get this gunk out of your seams before we end up prying it all off.”

[phase6blackshadow]

"I see the screw up fairy has visited again."

rude starters

“Ha Ha - very funny, a real comedian.” Can you sense the sarcasm?