Those who are too lazy and comfortable to think for themselves and be their own judges obey the laws. Others sense their own laws within them.
Rynmun, Multi-muse, MDNI
Joined July 2022
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"Gaahh- bebo, staahp- I'm fineeee... I appresheate your conshern, but thershe nothing wrong..!"
They nibble on her finger a bit, almost pouting as they suck on the blood.. mmff... blood... bebo's blood..โก
"Fwah, bebo, ish fine. I'm okay. Shee? There'sh nothing wrong."
They squirm a bit, wiggling around as she roots in their mouth. Their teeth are.. wicked sharp. Like little razor blades. Whatever they spat out looked like a normal human molar.
"Mmm, sure. We can go with that.."
Rubbing their eye with a yawn. Huh. They aren't missing any teeth. Guess it wasn't their tooth they spat out.
"Bleehhhh... shame I couldn't come back by the point that like.. a robot uprising had happened..."
"Grahhhh... sonuvabitch..."
Rubbing their head. That's a lot of blood.
"Well, at least you're a sight for sore eyes, tiger.."
[โค] sorry for not being around I'm a corpse atm and trying to not die or vomit is my prio rn #/imjustagirl
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"Not until I started to crave you..."
Squeezing her, almost as if they were trying to absorb her body and become one with her... It sounded a bit somber, put that way.
"It's not like I got a whole Lotta people I can just drag around like this yanno.."
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They chuckled a bit, pulling her in for a nice and tight embrace. She had a warmth that they almost craved with fervent adoration.
"Well, shucks... I was just givin' the lady her privacy while she changed. Only felt like the right thing to do, you are my guest after all~"
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โ She guided the android's arm to her back, pulling them yet a bit closer, staring at their eye with a longing gaze, and speaking through a soft voice.]
โ โ " You do know that you did not needed to leave the room, right~?"
โ [She inquired, giggling to herself.]
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"Mmm, maybe I'll take that up next time. You'll be my Lil Devyat door dash driver... hehe~"
They giggle a bit, taking the towel with a bow most regal as they walk to the door, almost pouting dramatically.
"Yes, your highness~ please do enjoy the accommodations we've prepared
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โ โ " Mind holding that while I change? No peekiiing~โช. "
โ [She winks at them, playfully sticking her tongue.]
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Vi snickered a bit, she's just too easy to tease. Leaning forward, resting their chin in their hands.
"Nahhhh... don't worry about it~
Anyways..."
They definitely don't stare and take in the show. Not sure what you're talking about...
โ [She nervously chuckled, tucking some hair behind her ear before once more bringing a hand to her elbow joint, awkwardly standing in front of Vi.
โ Girl, you don't need to act so nervous...]
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Arm around her shoulder, snickering softly as they eye the closed hatch. Licking their teeth a bit.
"Well... I wouldn't call it worse, but it's more... work related than my own personal hobbies, yknow?~"
Leaning on her a bit as they slip into the room with a slight smile.
โ โ " W-Well, i-it is a bit cold. . . isn't it? "
โ [Liar, the heater was already helping with it.]
โ โ " Could you help with the wet clothes, I can. . . uh, find somewhere to dry them l-later. "
โ [Girl, there's no need to be shaking like that...]
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They sat up with a grunt, chuckling a bit with a smirk. Those horns really did show her character, a fun little lamb to play with.
"Mmm, maybe we'll have to 'wrap that thought up' later~ hehehe..."
Giggling at their own pun, walking her around what.. really was just a bunker.
โ [She swayed a little closer to Vi, looking to follow behind them soon after their suggestion, not so sheepishly as she were when she first entered the hideout.]
โ โ " . . . I'd love that, please. I didn't knew it could get that cold around this time of the year. . . "
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They giggle softly, a crude grin on their face as they lounge backwards on the couch. Their smug aura is mocking me.
"Mmm, only if ya'd wanna go that far... make unwrapping you a Lotta fun though โจ๏ธ"
Oop, there it is, they're smiling.
"Mm, why wouldn't I wanna work with ya?
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โ at Vi. Nervously chuckling as a drop of water runs down her face, or could it be... cold sweat, maybe?]
โ โ " Geez. . . You haven't changed a bit, h-huh? "
โ ( I missed that forwardish hospitality of them. . . )
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"Jeez, seems like a buncha sticks in the mud if you ask me. Not like ol' me~ you can allllways get along with me."
They chuckled a bit, leaning back on their couch after passing her the towel, a smug grin forming as they eye their arm.
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โ โ " A handful of. Couldn't really get along with them much, most felt rather. . . disconnected with one another, too methodical at times. "
โ [Brunhild let out a light squeak before standing right where she was released, she would not want to make Vi's place
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"Mmm... that sounds fun... I hope you've met some interesting people."
They muse a moment, giving her a squeeze before releasing her and wandering her to get a towel to dry herself off it. They look a little.. disheveled.
Not in the 'wow it's been months you got new hair?' way.
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โ โ " Uhm, I. . . I think just a towel will do for now. I can get changed later. "
โ [Her eyes avoid the android's gaze, fluttering all over the room as she hugged them just a bit tighter.]
โ โ " S-so, how's life been? Any new interesting contracts? "
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How long had it been? The hideouts door looked a bit rusted by now, almost looking like a sealed bulkhead from the outside world. Like a true honest bunker. Silence greeted her for a while.
Escalating concerns began to rush into her head. Maybe they weren't home? That would make
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โ [She looks over her shoulders, a little startled, body trembling as the cold wind blows on her wet clothes.]
โ โ " And, uh. . . It's kinda late. Y-you know what usually happens on the streets near this hour. "
โ [ The knocks hasten ever so slightly. ]
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It's hard for them not to do the same. Burns, bullet holes, stitch marks, and surgical wounds...
It all tells a story, paints pictures of who you became. The negative space between shaping who you were.
'How much more will you have to paint?'
It's a question they ask too often
She often found her hands tracing the scars on her body. She was a canvas, and the scars were the ink that stained the white screen.
She wasn't fond of the colours of the ink, yet those very same colours is what made her who she is today.
It's conflicting, they were both a-
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