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Brianna sat on the hood of her battered car, tapping on her phone. She looked up and spotted a large bot up ahead. She smirked faintly. “Y’know, I’ve been seeing a lot of robots lately.” She called out. “If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought I was in a sci-fi novel.”
"As a failure, I’ve learned to appreciate the little things in life."
“I mean, hey, don’t expect me to argue with ya. You’s really know how to settle for second–or third, or fourth, or fifth–best.”
'I want the K' [why do i keep doing this? nobody knows.]
4: Forehead Kiss
She had fought with somebody again. He wasn’t entirely sure–Rocket, Blackout, Princey, whoever and whichever–but it was clear in her lack of pep that Hal was not having the best of times.
It wasn’t often that it happened, it never lasted long, and Thunderhoof never dared press for information nor did Hal ever feel the need to vent, but the more she visited the more he began distinguishing ‘good-day’ Hal and ‘bad-day’ Hal. Sometimes, he wondered if she ever came by just to get away for a bit. Take a walk. See the serenity of the forest. Be quiet for a bit.
He could see why she’d seek here of all places, if that were the case. Thunderhoof, by no means, was pleasant company–but he also wasn’t in their circle. He never felt the need to give advice that wasn’t asked for, to defend one person or the other, to try to fix things so fast that something else broke. Talking was inevitable, talking was all good and healthy, but it didn’t kill anyone to shut up and let someone gather their thoughts either.
Thunderhoof could do that. As loud and obnoxious and angry as he was, he could shut up, even if only a little.
Most of the noise came from their pedes against the ground and the occasional tweeting bird as they walked together. Maybe there are murmur’s or small talk about it being a nice day out, but no real conversation. Instead, he lead her to the side of a rocky mountain, where one could get the perfect view of the blue sky dipping into pink; the sun sinking just behind the Earth. There wasn’t a lot to like about the planet, but it’s sky wasn’t so bad.
There was the sound of a gentle sigh, and the corvicon glanced over to the femme for a moment, trying all too hard not to be noticed. She had probably seen a million sunsets just like these and didn’t appreciate Thunderhoof’s trying, or maybe it was a shame she was experiencing this with him and not someone that was at least halfway decent, or maybe it was that her day was just that bad. He wasn’t sure. Whoever and whichever.
“…Hey,” Thunderhoof only gave a soft warning before a hand cupped the back of her neck, and he tugged her closer just as he leaned down, pressing a kiss against her temple. “S’gonna be alright.”
She only hummed, responding to the affection in kind by leaning her helm on his shoulder, pointing her attention back to the sun dying out so the moon could be born. He didn’t shrug her off as he would in any other case, if only for just this once.
“…Big teddy bear.”
Alright, nevermind. He’d shrug her off.
Leans in and whispers, very seriously, "Boobies."
My muse has a mouth full of water, try to make them laugh without making any physical contact with them in 5 asks.
That isn’t fair! You’re awakening his inner twelve year old boy! But, he manages to giggle through his nose this time. Tits are arguably more funny to human boys because Blackout doesn’t have any sort of opinion on female human’s fat sacks.
My muse is playing the Don’t Laugh challenge.
My muse has a mouth full of water, try to make them laugh without making any physical contact with them in 5 asks.
Pro: everything. Con: nothing.
Send me one pro and one con you could see with having sex with my character.
He leans down to kiss her. “You’re too good to me.”
He's going to burrow under Hal and hide while she gets high.
:: Blackguard, ya' okay, darlin'? ::
«Why wouldn’t I be? My amica only mouthed off my boyfriend because they have bad history, so now my boyfriend hates my amica.»
