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So, if bed bugs stay in a bed, where do cockroaches stay?

@cmdr-graves

There is an annoyed groan that comes from a nearby vent.

Too close to you apperently.

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Roach. Care to share what Soap’s wardrobe is on about?

[ @ltsghostriley 🗡️]

... Whatever Soap is saying you should know he is lying. I would never, ever in my life dare to dye his clothes pink, that would just be mean.

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Phoenix walks up to Roach, grabs him but the front collar of his uniform, pulls him down, and gives him a him a kiss right where his lips would be under the mask.

Roach went completely still the moment Phoenix's fingers hooked into his collar, his body tensing in surprise at the sudden bold move. For a heartbeat Roach just stood there, slightly hunched from being pulled down to Phoenix's level before pressing a hand to push Phoenix back. Something like an inaudible whisper escaped from below his mask, before he let out an annoyed huff and moved his hands in sign.

"You are getting bold, though I would have allowed you to do this first."

Roach pulled down his mask before bending and pressing his lips against Phoenix's

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Phoenix has victory on the mind. This time, he’s dressed in casual civvie clothes instead of his uniform and he isn’t wearing his gloves. He is, however, wearing platform boots to make him taller.

When he finds Roach, he reaches up on his tip toes and cradles the back of Roach’s head, leaning in for a soft, gentle kiss. It’s longer than the last one was, and Phoenix is grinning like mad when he pulls away.

He goes back in for another, then another, and then one more before pulling away just enough to mutter out, “I win.”

Roach's face blazed crimson, heat rushing to his cheeks as his mind struggled to catch up with what had just happened. A muffled sound of protest escaped his throat, his hands moved before his thoughts could catch up, fingers curling into the fabric of Phoenix's shirt with determined urgency.

Without giving Phoenix a chance to savor their victory, Roach yanked them closer. This time, when their lips met, it wasn't a surprise attack, but a deliberate, lingering, kiss filled with pent-up want. He pressed into the kiss with the kind of focused intensity that said he wasn't about to let Phoenix have the last word in this particular round of their game, of which he still wasn't entirely certain of the rules.