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&& – I heard you last night. It did not sound good. There’s some tea on the counter for you. Drink it. & know that my door is always open. xx ❀
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&& – I heard you last night. It did not sound good. There’s some tea on the counter for you. Drink it. & know that my door is always open. xx ❀
@neglectedhumanity
His head poked into Sam’s private quarters, a wolfish little grin firmly on his face. He knew it was damn late & his partner was probably trying to sleep, but after a few drinks & some searching on the internet, he found something he needed to share.
“Hey, Sammy,” he called out, voice far too light & airy to be anything other than an act. “You know how those fucking losers have a robot? I think we should get a robot. & I think I found the perfect one.”
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♡–||;; The sticky note matched his armour colour and the writing on it careful and neat and lowercase I’s were dotted with hearts, per usual with one red sim soldier.
“Sorry I couldn’t stay! I left you some muffins and tea on the counter.”
His name was signed with heart.
"Don't say you love me."
He’d laughed. It wasn’t his fucking intention to but there was no stopping him now. It wasn’t his fault either; there was just something hilarious about the other mercenary uttering those words, while Isaac had him pinned beneath him–or rather was simply on top of him, straddling his hips, because if the other wanted to… he could fucking fling Isaac across the room.
“Listen, Lo,” he cooed, arching his spine to lean to down and capture Sam’s lips with his own. It was suggestive more than passionate, the latter’s days long over at this point. “Couldn’t fucking pay me to say that, ‘specially to you.”
“The GIFT looks GOOD on you, LOCUS. I suspect that you will put it to good use. && know who HOLDS your leash now. Perhaps something on this planet can obey ORDERS. We have a JOB, gather your remaining gear && let’s move.”
My url?
Do I Follow Them?: Obv.Why Did I Follow Them?: Because I love my dumb merc husband.Do We Role Play?: Hell yeah. Do I Want To Role Play With Them: Already do but I encourage more threads & weirdness.An AU Idea For Our Muses: Felix lives au. No betrayal au. Chorus falls au. I have a list.A Song For Our Muses: I have an entire playlist dedicated to our muses. But have one instead of the entire playlist. This baby right here.Do I Ship Our Muses?: Fuck yes, baby.What I Think About The Mun: Lo may seem serious & quiet & shy, but fuck, he’s hilarious when you get to know him. & his Locus is downright amazing, even in the little cracky things you can easily drag him into. Overall Opinion: Do you want lots of angst? How about some adorable brute on your dash? Then look no further than this guy. Blog Rate: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10
Nobody is as gay for giant war machines as Locus. Jesus fucking Christ, dude.
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