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[fate-called]

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"When I grow up, I'll turn the tables...~ When I grow up, I'll be stable...~"

They'd needed away from the base for a bit. Away from work for a bit. Away from- honestly, everything. Just...time to themself to think. It barely felt like they had that, anymore. They inhaled, ready to softly sing another verse-

When a sudden weight slammed into them from behind- and above. They hit the ground with a startled HWM-?!, all the air knocked clear out of their frame as the force of the hit momentarily blinded them. They gasped, shifting to try to flip the force off of them before it had a chance to do anything else.

"FUCK-!" Only once they'd succeeded, and scrambled a few feet away in the dust- did they realize their attacker was human.

Made sense, if it were a 'bot they'd be very dead.

"---what- the....?!" Forgive them, they were still trying to regain air.

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"Maybe I'll play some games with Alex, later." One of Cove's ears twitched, not even bothering to turn their head so they could look at Proto's face. They'd given up on that war a long, long time ago. - But the blond could nearly feel his attention turn, briefly regarding them before a slightly-warped laugh escaped his vocals.

"Planning to pull another innocent into Ramen Fury?" A slightly-teasing remark as the two wandered. The factory was by no means small. Practically biblical in size, and yet, the corridors that Proto could easily wander were...few and far between. So when the chance arose for the two to simply walk,...areas such as this were picked- with hanging scaffolds and half-fixed pipes, big open spaces with old boxes pushed up against the walls (after, of course, the gore had been properly cleaned).

"Orrrrr Plus Ultra, if a certain spider's interested~." Proto rolled his eye, a half-laugh on his vocals. Rare, the two got to actually be around one another without some crisis arising.

A rarity that would not soon end, given there was a sound from above- and then a bolt smacked into the platform just beyond. Both heads tilted up to spot,...someone. Too far to make out who, but it was only a second or so more before the stench of blood reached the two.

"Stay here." He leapt, massive limbs digging into the concrete as his speed went from 'human's walk' to chasing. He could worry about whatever fear the other might feel from his sudden appearance after, right now- he was too worried about them dropping.

"Hold on!"

[anotherhumanpet]

@painted-facade replied to your post “The teenager doesn't approve of the temperature...”:

*too cold, help*

All he's got is his layers of clothing and electric handwarmers, and the layers are his so she can borrow the handwarmers. For now.