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--she was CLEARLY angry, staring at him with this expectant look-- aren’t you going to say more? then that gaze started to SLIP and her wound up shoulders slumped.
❝ ... you don’t care, do you? ❞

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--she was CLEARLY angry, staring at him with this expectant look-- aren’t you going to say more? then that gaze started to SLIP and her wound up shoulders slumped.
❝ ... you don’t care, do you? ❞
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“Uh, not that it isn’t... nice to see you,” Bitters eyed Washington a bit warily. “But is there a reason you wanted to see me? ... Sir?”
"Hey Meta... Maine. I was, um, I was dared to kiss you"
The Meta lazily lifted its head, watching him before tilting its head to one side. Still, it clumsily lifts its helmet off, and sits there - god is its hair a mess - just waiting for Wash. It’s actually smiling too.
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A faint form in the distance reminds you of someone, painted grey and yellow, and for a moment you’re somewhere else. (A ship humming through the depths of space. Someone is laughing. Grey and yellow armor, your hand on their shoulder. You told a joke. You can’t remember what it was you said.) Now you’re moving towards it, the memory you so vividly recalled powering your bounding steps. White armored boots kicked up mud and grass, the weight of a spartan in his armor too much for the soft earth. A name was needed- one your brain had killed when you died, but it was fine. It was not as if you could call out his name as you approached.
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doing the voice meme
meep here you go
❛ Running causes accidents. ❜ {{ hello ; w; }}
Not even slowing down his pace, Georgia looked away from the hall in front of him to glance back at Wash.
“Don’t worry, I’ll watch where I’m-”
Just as he was about to say the word “going,” Georgia rammed straight into a soldier who was enjoying a peaceful walk around the Mother of Invention before he was knocked over by a green armored freelancer. Soon after colliding into him, Georgia tripped over the fallen man’s leg and fell flat on his face.
Fortunately for Georgia, his body armor had kept him mostly unharmed. However, the same couldn’t be said about his poor victim.
“Oww,” the soldier whined, clutching his hurt leg.
“Sorry,” Georgia quickly apologized. The soldier muttered something along the lines of “it’s alright, sir” before he got up and limped away.
Sighing deeply, Georgia shot a look over at Wash.
“Please don’t tell me ‘I told you so.’”
♩
{{ accidental affection - accepting!!
catching your muse singing in the shower
{ South was just intending on knocking on the door to tell him ‘hey asshole, we’re leaving soon’, but instead she heard him singing. She soon started to SNICKER and grin. }
“Wow, Wash, didn’t know you were a singer.”