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08-28-2023, 12:22 AM
You go for the sneak attack, lunging forward and giving her a big smooch on the screen.
CROSSBONE: A-ah! Hey!
POLKA DOT: A little kiss-
With your partner blushing and distracted, you roll to the side with a sharp motion, harmlessly smacking Cross off of you and bouncing her against the foam wall.
POLKA DOT: A little bit of that-
It takes you a moment to get to your feet, striding forward and tapping the virtual pet with the tip of your hammer, right between the horns.
POLKA DOT: And my turn for a bonk.
Ortho scratches their head.
ORTHO: Hell of a way to get a point, but creative thinkin’ I guess.
ORTHO: One for Ribbon!
CROSSBONE: Hehehe…
POLKA DOT: What, not gonna complain about cheating?
CROSSBONE: Oh, no, I’ll totally take that.
CROSSBONE: I got a kiss out of it!
She lets out a cheery beep and your heart melts.
You help her up, lingering on the feeling of her hand before the two of you get back into fighting stance.
You help her up, lingering on the feeling of her hand before the two of you get back into fighting stance.
CROSSBONE: One more hit left.
POLKA DOT: One more hit.
Tim takes a second to steel himself.
Devo wants him to go hard. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s gotten rough with him, but this was different from one of their BDSM sessions-
But it was just practice. It was going to be okay.
Tim lets his emotions rumble up- not quite the usual anger he felt, but more…
Determination.
He lunges, not hesitating even when he swears he sees something shift in Devo’s face-
Making contact with the bear’s neck, Devo’s knife outstretched as if to go for the same spot.
It’s unmistakable, now.
Devo’s cheeks and eyes are black, and his expression is full of something…raw.
Ferocity.
Tim blinks.
There’s no black, just the usual blue, and Devo looks cheery as can be.
Devo wants him to go hard. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s gotten rough with him, but this was different from one of their BDSM sessions-
But it was just practice. It was going to be okay.
Tim lets his emotions rumble up- not quite the usual anger he felt, but more…
Determination.
He lunges, not hesitating even when he swears he sees something shift in Devo’s face-
Making contact with the bear’s neck, Devo’s knife outstretched as if to go for the same spot.
It’s unmistakable, now.
Devo’s cheeks and eyes are black, and his expression is full of something…raw.
Ferocity.
Tim blinks.
There’s no black, just the usual blue, and Devo looks cheery as can be.
ORTHO: Tim’s up to two!
DEVO: Awesome, dude!
DEVO: You would have gotten my whole head that time! That’d get a monster for real!
TIMOTHY: I, uh-
The bean dog shakes it off- it must be his mind playing tricks on him.
Besides…that actually felt pretty good.
TIMOTHY: Thanks, Devo.
TIMOTHY: You sure I didn’t go too hard?
DEVO: Nah! I wanted you to get that hit by the end- but I wasn’t gonna let you have it easy.
DEVO: …or at least, that was the plan.
DEVO: I got kind of overzealous going for the throat when you’re in sword range…
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