“Do you want me to get you out?”
*pitiful whining*
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“Do you want me to get you out?”
*pitiful whining*
"Sometimes I'm not too sure Shade Fox’s circuits are wired correctly." (PFFFFFFFT REPLOID! This is directed at Issimo. @void-squad-rp. Reploid will take ANY chance to throw some... shade at... Shade Fox.)
Ruby Spears Megaman: Ep 1 Sentence Starters
“Whaaat?” Issimo made a face. Reploid wasn’t exactly wrong. “I mean, he’s-….kindofadickyeah, but look what he’s done his unit! Almost everybody here has a feel-good story about something Shade Fox has done for them.”
Correct!
You’ve all won:
Issimo, on the floor, surrounded by various empty cans of energy drinks, and the scavenged parts of other broken styluses in a desperate attempt to cobble together a working one. He is typing frantically to get his mission report finished on-time.
Gospel is lying nearby, looking entirely too pleased with himself as he chews on one of the empty drink cans.
$ (to Classic @void-squad-rp)
Send a “$” for my muse to hug your muse goodbye.
Two months at minimum, Shade Fox had told him. The longest time he’d been undercover yet.
Communication would be closely monitored, and only allowed to approved channels. That meant no personal calls or messages until he had the all-clear to come home. There would be no updates given out to anyone beyond the mission team, either - it would be as if he’d dropped off the face of the earth until such time as the project came to an end.
So Issimo gave Classic the tightest hug he could give her (without harming her, of course) to make up for all the time he’d be away.
“You’re gonna take care of Gospel for me, right?” The young Hunter gave her a smile as he pulled away. “Somebody’s got to keep him from eating everything that’s not nailed down while I’m gone.”
(Here’s some fluff in the middle of the torture talk) Classic places a packet of five pins on top of a letter, which read: Dear Issimo, I wanted to give you a pin I made for st. Patrick’s day. I hope you like them. Love, Classic. P.S: I gave you five because I’m pretty sure Gospel will try to eat at least two of them. (@void-squad-rp)
Issimo raised an amused eyebrow at the note when he found it about an hour later….partially because Gospel had, in fact, accidentally swallowed two of the five pins while attempting to ‘deliver’ the note and the packet.
He meant well, really.
But those sharp metal teeth just did not lend to a soft mouth.
Issimo took the last three pins, and attached them all to the collar of his bodysuit for the day. Those, plus his eyes and power gem, should be enough green to satiate the holiday tradition, right?
“Does Niichan need a hug?” (Classic you adorable little... @void-Squad-rp)
(x)
“Huh?” Issimo scrubbed one hand across his eyes, and put down the pictures he’d been sorting through. Oh. He hadn’t even heard Classic walk in.
“…heh. I guess I do.” He admitted with a weak smile. “Do you know someone who could give me one?”
“Niichan, who’s Dark?” (Classic, baby, no, I don’t think you wanna know... Also, niichan means big brother. @void-squad-rp)
“…….” Issimo swallowed thickly. “He’s, uh…he’s a very, VERY bad person, who’s done a lot of VERY bad things.” The Reploid forced himself to smile. “Don’t worry, kiddo - he’s not somebody you ever need to worry about.”
(ah, what the heck!) Reploid and Classic. (@void-Squad-rp)
((Another cut! :D))