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unsure approach, he fumbles and frets over the smallest things. it had been months since they had seen each other last, a cataclysm of events pushing the boundaries between and he cannot help but hug his arms to himself.  some odd waxing about her being his light in the darkness, some moronic poetic nonsense about how she could light up a room -- trivial mentions and muses that careen through his body at each willing second, the truck ride back to hammerhead jarring more than just his body.  

‘          uh, hey, cindy... it’s good to see you   !  i mean, it’s always good to see you. never been a bad time when i had and...    ’     off to an astounding start ( he had never been a wordsmith ) . words swallow themselves, choking a disastrous reverie before it cripples him. a game that had been played before, strutted about and dealt with long ago and yet the quicksilver still finds mercurial standing enough to play the part of a boy when around her.    how many years  ?   five now, five gone past and dissolved into the horizon that no longer shines.  he unwraps his arms from himself, callused fingers moving to clasp at her own as he leans in -- finally, something of a steeled stomach, mentality brokering on such timid idiocy.  lips press as he presses closer too, gently at first, upon the side of her mouth.    ‘   -- have i mentioned i’m still really bad at this   ?   cause i am.  ’

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[yunafied-blog1]

@fullserviice​ -- ;

 there was something almost comforting about being among these vehicles at hammerhead , the air proliferating with the scents of oil and petroleum , of some rusted metals and new parts . would it be enough to say it acutely reminded her of her own family , of her growing interest in the family trade of assembling and restoring machina ? 

  ‘ oh , wow -- i don’t think i’ve seen machina like this before , ‘ she marveled aloud , looming over one that appeared fit for royalty .

[amicitian-blog]

Though Cindy hardly “looks” the type to rough it in the garage with hands working wonders on fan belts, spark plugs, and valve springs, she's easily won Gladio's hard-earned respect by this point. She's a woman of her work; a master of her trade with a passion understandable. The smell of grease and exhaust brings an odd kind of comfort to the tough-as-nails bodyguard; a familiarity so typically masculine and primal that he can't help but wander to the garage now to see what's got the girl tinkering away the hours. They'll be in Hammerhead for another night, so why not? It's better than sitting around, forced restless and idle when he hungers instead for action and progress. And he might have finished his last book this morning and won't be able to grab a new one until the next stop. What a pain in the ass.

So with the sun glazing the outpost in a golden afternoon glow, Gladio wanders up to Cindy's current project. The car's nothing like the lithe sleekness of the Regalia, but it looks like it's got the mechanic interested enough. 

“What're you workin' on now? This rust-bucket barely look like it runs.”

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[mechanicid-blog]

♢: Forehead or cheek kisses // smol cinnabun giving paw-paw smooches ❤

nonsexual acts of intimacy - select from the following for my muse to respond to:

       “ Alright dere cinnabun, ah know you ain’t smooching mah cheek ‘cause ya love me!             Ah promised yer mum ah’d get this homewerk done wit ‘cha!             Ya ain’ gettin’ out of them multiplier problems with me oveur yer shoulder!              What’s six times nine dang it! ”

Gloved fingers tap the paper roughly as he watches his tiny grandchild fidget and struggle in her seat. Her mother had been kind enough to drop her off for the weekend for a few hours of ‘paw-paw’ time, but in these couple of hours that had passed, they’d been stuck doing her homework instead. His hand itched to show her the new ‘baby’ he was working on in the garage, but promised the tyke out in the wild that he’d get Cindy’s work done one way or another. 

Moving to grab the straws the laid beside him, he brought them in front of her in groups of nine. Visuals always helped him when he was struggling with numbers, granted now he was a professional, he’d need to coax her to get her work done somehow. Keeping a keen eye on way she recited the multiplication rules, he rolls his eyes as he realizes she started using her fingers instead of the straws. 

       “  Alright Monkey, from them top,           Ya got six groups of nine straws, ya ain’ got nough fingers fer this question,           so count ‘em out ta m—smooch me again and see what happens ya brat! ”

It was going to be a long night for these two. 

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[aperturetrigger]

@fullserviice YOU LOVE THAT CAR MORE THAN ME 

[phylxrchus-archive]

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ ;u;

Thank you, Dani.