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( no kiss is ever small with him. wing wiggles. that’s what you get, cassette. )
November 16, 2025 at 6:45 PM

…sorry.
November 16, 2025 at 6:14 PM

( GRABS him by the face & drags him down for vortex to take. ) ⠀ he’ll live.
November 16, 2025 at 5:57 PM

stowaways. ⠀ ( VIOLENTLY SHAKES. ) ⠀ i said OFF.
November 16, 2025 at 5:49 PM

( he doesn’t have to carry them for much longer, stepping onto the porch & letting himself in. ) ⠀ every single one of you. get off of me.
November 16, 2025 at 5:45 PM

you’d know, wouldn’t you? ⠀ ( grinds his dentae, heat rising. it doesn’t deter the cassette on his back. damn heathens. )
November 16, 2025 at 5:38 PM

like what? normally? there’s no need in telling her. i didn’t do anything wrong.
November 16, 2025 at 5:32 PM

( shrugs his big shoulders. ) ⠀ beats me. she probably felt bad that i’m havin’ to deal with the likes of you guys.
November 16, 2025 at 5:26 PM

( he definitely looks like a miserable parent right about now, high stepping over frenzy each time he tries to grab his leg. a femme passerby cheerfully greets him with a simple hello, to which he replies ‘hey.’ with a skeptical side eye. )
November 16, 2025 at 5:19 PM

( optic twitch. )
November 16, 2025 at 5:12 PM

if you want to be carried, stop following me and go find soundwave. ⠀ ( assholes. )
November 16, 2025 at 5:09 PM

then stop following me.
November 16, 2025 at 5:08 PM

i love you.. ⠀ ( even in his WORST state, or so he thought, she finds something she loves about him! arms tightly wound around her, the kisses strongly returned.. with his added flair of course! )
November 12, 2025 at 12:08 PM

no more paleness? ⠀ ( he’s thankful the radiating heat of his frame has returned to its normal intensity, servos following her frame as she climbs. he’s READY. )
November 12, 2025 at 3:41 AM

mnnngghhhh.. ⠀ ( does that translate to ‘better?’ )
November 12, 2025 at 3:34 AM

better. ⠀ ( puuuurrrr! )
November 12, 2025 at 3:27 AM

( keeping her covered with his giant wing. )
November 12, 2025 at 3:22 AM

( muffled mumbles & grumbles, the cube drug into the depths just as the medicine cup before it was. )
November 8, 2025 at 4:24 AM

( pulls it under the covers, returning it emptied. )
November 8, 2025 at 4:13 AM

( hand inching out. )
November 8, 2025 at 4:08 AM

( maybe if she dumps that medicine out he’ll come back.. )
November 8, 2025 at 4:01 AM

love you.. ⠀ ( by the time she circles back around, he’ll be FULLY under the blanket. hiding. )
November 8, 2025 at 3:56 AM

you don’t— have to. ⠀ ( his statement is interrupted by her wiggling escape, lips pouted as he sinks deeper beneath the covers. ) ⠀ okay.
November 8, 2025 at 3:49 AM

no. the taste makes my tank churn. ⠀ ( & he hates the drowsiness. the last spoonful is taken quickly & swallowed painlessly, wings lifted a smidge. )
November 8, 2025 at 3:32 AM

( that he does, but he’s not loving the supposed helplessness that comes with being sick. that & his appetite is severely impaired. he hopes he can keep it down, forcing another spoonful down the hatch. )
November 8, 2025 at 3:23 AM