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❤ war's having a bad day please just let her hug him and hide her face for a min or two in his neck please and thanks

(HOI, I’M MOBILE, AND SO IS ANGSSSST)

The man seems taken aback, if only momentarily, to have that woman whom his eyes had always found beautiful–it was half-jarring for the sudden movement. But it’s gentle and soft, full of not lust or anything that could be misconstrued. Her very aura feels sad. His brows furrow as he tries to get a glance, to ascertain the issue. But he tries not to move much, instead opting to wrap not one but both of his arms around her, to place them softly against her. He may not know the problem, but that she trusted him enough to expose a vulnerability in her otherwise invincible armor–he understands it’s trust.

A sense of protection washes over him as he tries to tighten his embrace around her, giving a faint muttering of “It will be okay, I promise…” to try and soothe her. He had been alone, without real companionship and trust for so long that… this was strange, but something he needed and welcomed.

#User Query (Ask)#WARrior's Heart and Lady's Smile ; War

Anyone caught your eye yet?

“Ludek,” he laughs.

Poor phrasing there, Anon.

#He sees Ludek as his bAE GOD BLESS IT--but also knows it's never going to happen #Anonymous #User Query (Ask)

do you have a type jurik?

is abusive manipulator a type…? Or Ludek–is that a type?????

For a long moment, he ponders, staring up at the ceiling. After that moment, he drops his head down, with his eyes closed and quiet snores rumbling in the back of his throat…. Wait! He was sleeping the whole time!?

I don’t think you’re going to find it out like that just by asking, apparently.

#Anonymous #User Query (Ask)

On a scale of one to ten, how angry are you with the world?

“Deset (ten).”

A heaving sigh comes from Jurik as he runs a hand through his dirty hair. “Ne, it’s not the world I’m angriest at… it’s more myself. And the world comes in second… maybe at… osm (eight).”

#Anonymous #User Query (Ask)

The biggest difference between a cyborg male and a human one?

“Is this a set up for a joke or are you genuinely asking… because depending on who you ask, there is either no difference between a ‘cyborg’ male and a human male… and…. please don’t refer to me as a cyborg…”

He narrows his eyes and glances off to the side, brooding. “To me, the difference is simple: you either have plastic and metal attached to you, allowing you to change muscular and nerve impulses into commands that a machine can understand… or you don’t. Is that a sufficient answer?”

#[loud squinting]#are you asking if he has a dick--because he definitely has a dick LMAO #Anonymous #User Query (Ask)

A cyborg goes to see a medical technician who runs some test and says, "I see your problem. You've got too much iron in your blood."

His face is blank for a long moment before he closes his eyes and brings a hand up to his face to conceal his incredulity at the joke. It was stupid and he didn’t want to laugh, but a slight chuckle issues forth, regardless. Behind his fingers and palm, he looks embarrassed to have even given it a tiny laugh.

#STOP THAT'S SO BAD I'M #proud LMAO #BACK TO WORK THOUGH--I see all these asks and I'm dyin'#Anonymous #User Query (Ask)

🏩 (take your pick tbh)

🏩 our muses have to share a bed

Well, it wasn’t like Jurik wasn’t grateful… He hadn’t slept in a nice bed in… way too long, honestly. But he wasn’t aware it came with a stipulation of sleeping in the same bed. He sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at the curved paddles that served as his feet. He went to work undoing all the attachments, so that he wouldn’t injure the other as he dozed–he was a particularly heavy sleeper, so he wouldn’t just hear an ouch or a “move over” in the middle of the night.

His scarred up legs were freed from the housing that bound them to the augments. It would probably be… a little unnerving if he let them be seen like this, so as soon as the other was freed, both of the halves were stuffed under the blanket, to hide the disgusting nubs. He peeled off his jacket and went to detach his arm, as well–it was arguably the heaviest of his four limb augments, and he wasn’t going to be held responsible for injury…

The arm came off easily, but mostly because he knew how to remove it. The arm became heavy as he lost the ability to control it as it was removed from its housing. A sigh as he hefted the arm away and onto the floor, beside his legs that still stood straight up.

He wriggled his body down into the blankets and tossed his head onto the pillow–it was comfy, if nothing else.

The other, the curly, blonde-haired man finally entered the room. “I still don’t get why we have to be in the same bed…” Yori refused to sleep on the couch, damn it–he was promised a bed, and he was going to take it. And it seemed this one… Coco, was it? It seemed he wanted to stay in his own bed, too…

#wereallbarredfromheaven #User Query (Ask)

💁 ( from whoever >:3c )

💁 our muses are stuck in a small space together

Jurik hated elevators for this very reason. He grumbled as he paced about the tiny space. It was the future, damn it–why were elevators still capable of breaking down?! (To be fair, it wasn’t… the future as we would imagine it). His feet scuffed as he came to a stop and began battering at the door, “Pojď! Stačí se otevřít!” He begged the doors to open–even if it opened to nothing, it would allow him to not feel as closed in.

He drew in a breath and shook his head, turning to the female that was on the elevator with him–the only other person that had been on the elevator with him. “Don’t tell me to calm down, if that’s what you’re thinking. And don’t laugh, either…” His bitterness was already showing. “I hate this bullshit!” He roared, punching the door with his fully engineered arm, denting the door. His sharp shoulders rose up and fell with heavy breaths as he tried to calm himself.

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