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pickles ([personal profile] rimet) wrote2024-06-09 11:02 am
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-17 03:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[Snaps him in half

No she does, one with deep skritchies and a gentle sigh of relief.]


Hey boy. How you holding up after all that?
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-18 12:36 pm (UTC)(link)
You're pretty hardy for a little guy then.

[Hardier than she is. This that begs the question:]

Are you used to this kind of thing?
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-19 04:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[That's curious.]

You have one but not the other? [She'd already pegged him for a sci-fi dropout or a futuristic fantasy. The translator works like magic but it could just be human tooling.]

How's that work? You're not going in the line of fire, are you?
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-19 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
...And how do you fight?

[You are a dog?]
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-20 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[This almost makes her laugh. As it stands her head ducks down, a secretive smile brewing.]

Well thank god for that.
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-22 01:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Sorry, it's just. I remember you opening your mouth at the weapons check.
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-24 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Aw dammit.

Camille grins and gives him a double ear rub. It's too cute, seeing the direct line from thought to tail-wagging action.]


As much as I hate to think of you in a fight, little man, I take it your being here means you knocked 'em dead. Good on you.