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[unseen-love]

kokorotokoro

Parts 1-3 of @papetoonvulpine​ AU James’ adventures in hallucination land 

[acewing]

@papetoonvulpine replied to your post:

“That right?”

"Damn right. But you don’t really mind, do ya, Pops? I mean, I’m takin’ ya all together here . . .”

He makes a frame with his wings.

“And I’m thinkin’ a mug like yours could use some color. Might make ya look half presentable.”

[nxthingbutahoundog-moved]

A Broken Bill; Introduction

Fire. Burning. Smoke. The smell of burning flesh and fur. Screams. His screams? He doesn’t know. He can’t see. The cockpit is sealed shut. His legs won’t carry him. Choking. He can’t breathe. He’s going to die. This is the end of the line. His body is numb, blackness engulfing his very being.

Beeping. The smell of rubbing alcohol. Chattering voices. The sound of metal instruments clinking together. One eye opens. Doctors? Hospital. Surgery. He can’t feel them operating anyway. He can’t feel anything. His lips feel parched. Fingers twitch, and instantly a nurse is there to dial up the amount of medication being pumped into his IV. Blackness again.

Quiet. Background noise. Television. One eye opens, scanning his surroundings. He’s alone. It’s late. The TV across from him is on low volume, the voices on the show undecipherable. He’s in a bed. It’s...well, comfortable, he supposes. He’s groggy as all hell. Even the heaviest drag from the tightest joint would never leave him like this. Slowly, he starts to realize that this is where he is. This is now. Not a flashback. How long has it been since...since whatever happened. Must’ve been one hell of a crash. Hopefully his board is okay. He’d have to be more careful next time.

The door opens and a familiar figure enters the room, silhouette barely alight from the glow of one of his vital sign readout monitors. His tail would be wagging if he could feel it. Reaching out a hand, he cracks a half a smile. Or, he thinks he’s reaching out a hand. In reality, there’s nothing past the elbow.

“H-Hey...Fox...you made it.”

@papetoonvulpine

[drdynamic]

💭

>>Just a Thought (Accepting)

   “You are a hero, James. And, pains me that you can’t see it. Not just in a general sense that everyone else sees you, but to me personally.

You were… the the first outside my family to see any real value in my creations, my potential… to me as a person.

…..I can not thank you enough for that… I can only hope that I can continue to be of service to you, and to be just as good of a friend as you are to me.”

[toadtechisms-a]

papetoonvulpine replied to your post:Oh he spicy

“Yeesh. Leave the kid be.”

“Ugh, thank you... They’ve been at this all night, too..”

[rosdearg]

[HUNTER?]

    [@papetoonvulpine asked:]

The edge of any galaxy was strange, and outlying moons congregated the dregs, and the odd drifting souls between them. Bars were also common. James was no stranger to filtering through the jeering collective solo to sniff out his mark, sometimes brash, flashy technology did little good where a sure, steadied blaster would excel. He seated himself at the bar and noted, though his keen eyes were veiled by sunglasses, quite the--odd sight, even for the outlying moons of lylat. Hairless ape? No.

It was pretty normal for Jen to stick out like a sore thumb, but not normally to this extent. She would usually take to hiding her scars and masking the clearly prosthetic nature of her eyes when the situation called for it, but implants and battle scars didn't seem like they would cause an issue from the briefing she'd received on the area. However, upon touching down and entering the bar, she became painfully aware of how relatively bald she was compared to everyone else here.

Though they seemed more or less without suspicion, and indeed she was still served, she couldn't feel anything short of conspicuous.

Perhaps she ought not to have been so gung-ho about taking this trip, perhaps she ought to have pushed for Vyper, who possessed at least minimal features to attempt to blend in here, to negotiate the trades they needed-- 'But you're always talking about how you want to get off the ship and talk to people more,' Vy had insisted. And, well, she wasn't wrong. Maybe she could have disguised herself better, or at least researched this corner of the galaxy a little better.

Ah well. No point in worrying about it now; there had to be some method to her friend's madness in the end, anyway. There always was. The whiskey was alright here, besides, and, though the buzz didn't quite hit her as it should, it cooled her nerves. She'd need that for negotiating trades later. After all, that was the other reason she'd come instead of Vy - a better handle on social etiquette. They couldn't risk starting some kind of firefight out here, the terrain was too unfamiliar.

… It was likely for the better that her mind remained undulled. A new patron who'd sat himself at the bar seemed to have an eye on her. Maybe it was just someone else deciding she looked odd, but she kept half an eye on him in turn, and sipped at her drink cautiously. She recognised that feeling, of being watched by someone with the eyes of a hawk, and it made her keep her guard up.

[peppy-pilot]

💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛 Look, he loves peppy alot okay

SEND SOME HEARTS TO TELL MY MUSE HOW YOURS FEELS ABOUT THEM. | Accepting

💛: Loves them platonically.

Best friends forever and ever~

[ruinfell]

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