Aug 20, 2020
Goodness. What an... ostentatious individual. She can’t help staring oddly.
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Goodness. What an... ostentatious individual. She can’t help staring oddly.
@executingegotist
♞: Caring for each other while sick. (Sick, teenage Eddie)
“You do realize I’m like. The absolute last person who should be doing this, right?”
Yes, it was technically his own fault. He didn’t have to stop by after school knowing full well Eddie was home sick. Could have just gone home and called him on the phone like a normal person. But no, he’d decided to stop in to see exactly what level of ‘sick’ Eddie was, and had now managed to get roped into actually Getting Involved. Which currently meant trying to reheat a can of chicken soup while Eddie sat at the table, thoroughly judging him.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if I burned the whole house down by accident, and then your mom would DEFINITELY have a reason to hate me.”
*She leaves a cup of coffee for the doctor as well as a note just telling her who the coffee was from.*
When Angela sits at her desk she almost doesn’t notice the coffee at first. It was the smell that finally caught her attention, drawing her eyes to the cup and the note. With a little smile she sipped the coffee and tapped out a quick little text.
[Text - Vögelchen] Thank you for the coffee, Ms Carter, I appreciate it!
💕
It’s all impulse. He’s in a good mood and it’s the right time and place and she looks...unbelievably frustrated and bored, and the guy trying to chat her up clearly can’t take the hint that she’s not interested. So he crosses over to her from his spot at a table, leans in and kisses her on the cheek, an arm slung over her shoulders, grinning brightly like they’re close friends at least, Involved at most.
“Hey, there you are. Guy disappears to take a leak and suddenly he comes back to having to work through the whole pitcher of margaritas all by himself. Brat.”
❝ —What's a StarFox? ❞
"Oh! Hello, kid! Why, we're a Lylatian team of mercenaries for hire! We got our flight and combat training from the Cornerian Academy, but we ain't military types! Not anymore at least.
"Don't let the name fool you, the Fox part is just our leader! I helped found the Team with his old man, and now, his son leads Team Star Fox!"
@shadowedsoulss asks ' "Princess, it's nice to 'see' you again. How has one been fairing?" - From our blind boy Kenshi '
A faint chuckle left the Princess, joining the soft smile that graced royal lips. In truth, Kitana did not know what Kenshi was able to detect. While her sister had claimed his eyes during a Tarkat-fueled rage, she suspected that something else may have awakened to take their place--perhaps something beyond regular sight. While she could speculate upon such, though, she was by no means crass enough to ask. Rather?
"I have been well, Kenshi. And you?"
Propriety was held to, though such was at least more pleasant than in other cases.
Optimus was resting in the archives, one of the communication channels open beside him. Once someone was within range or sent a probe, anything towards Cybertron it was set to alert him. So when it did while he was mid nap, he ended up lifting his head up, a thin datapad magnetized to his cheek from how long he’d been sleeping on it.
“Mmmff..? Cybertron Archives, Optimus speaking. Can I help you?” He murmured as he tugged the datapad off, looking at the comms hopefully.