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      A small smile stretches her lips as she takes the seat next to him. Normally she doesn’t greet people with a kiss, if she does it is very, very rare. But what could she say? The option presented itself and she took it.        ❝ Not usually...  but it was better than trying to scare you. ❞   Would he have even been scared?

The warlord pinned down the small femme. He wasn't sure what had lead to this moment, his mind a haze as his thick spike lay out on top of her closed interfaced panel. The spaded tip ozooed mechfluid and the knotted base promised delightful pleasure if it got in to her. "Are you sure you can handle this? I won't be gentle with you." He warned staring her down. Ruby red optics piecing her with his gaze.

The bigger mech certainly caught her off guard with that pin; no point in trying to resist. If anything Megatron was brute strength...and it was kind of hot. Though taking one look at his spike, she knew this was going to be a rough one. It did rather equate to his size, and it already had the femme's frame heating up. Fans kicked into high gear as they prepared for what was to come. Her emerald optics lock onto his ruby ones and she gives him a smirk, showing off her canines.

「” No need to yell, ya fat rat. “ Still not sure if this guy is an ugly cat or a big mouse.

Metal Bat was first surprised about the sudden raise of voice by the other... god? But the more this guy talked, the less interesting he got until the man had no real interest in fighting this guy anymore. He’s no real threat.

“ I couldn’t care less ‘bout ya right now. If you wanna fight the strongest human go to the association and ask for Blast to fight you. I doubt that he’d show up just to fight a fat - whatever you are - though. “

This is a waste of time.

The dark-haired woman eyes the ghost as he reclines on the couch beside her. She looks surprised at his statement before he continues speaking. She can almost feel the rasp of his voice, like sandpaper against her skin.

She can’t help but let out a quiet chuckle at his enthusiasm.

“At the moment, it’s House on Haunted Hill,” she pauses for a moment. “Vincent Price is one of my favorites.”

She turns her head to eye her VHS shelf, housing an impressive collection of horror movies.

“I’m pretty sure I have The Exorcist, though… it’s a classic.”

        “That guy has one of the greatest evil laughs of all time. Though I am a bit biased;           I’m damn sure my cackle is just as good if not better.”

Inhaling a redundant breath, Betelgeuse let loose an abrupt, unrequested maniacal laugh in much of the same style from Price’s Thriller outro as if to prove his one-sided theory. After a dry hacking cough and snort, the ghost would settle down enough to actually take a gander over at Lydia’s neatly arranged stockpile of videos.

        “Oh yeah, sure is. Maybe after we watch this, we’ll pop that in           and have a few good chuckles, huh?”

Propping his feet up on the coffee table, Betelgeuse would manifest a large bucket of popcorn in his lap. At first glance it would appear to be just a normal tub; but those weren’t unpopped kernals at the top. A few buttered beetles would scurry under the popcorn and away from the invading hand.

        “Want some?”

   The monk sighed, his head going down    as he nodded.

                "I know╼but sometimes, it's for your                  own good. There are plenty of other                  ways for you to protect yourself without                  bending. Non benders do it everyday.                  How did you protect yourself before                  without bending?"

   Nothing was that easy.

"I didn’t exactly have a lot of choices when it came to this. And… I couldn’t be sure you’d just let me, if you knew. You kinda seem a little more goody-goody then that, y’know?”

  "I know..."