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// Wait, I saw these and I wanted to join the party, if that’s alright! Apologies if I didn’t get all the purple out of the screenshot...
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"Don't touch him." [[ brassgogglcs~ ]]
“Rabbit, what on earth are you doing?!”Peter was certainly surprised to have the older ‘bot standing in front, ready for a brawl. Not after the band’s acclaimed vow of peace.But having been verbally (and nearly physically) threatened by a Becile worker, maybe... maybe it wasn’t so strange.
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An overexaggerated, robotic gasp is heard from the hallway. "Holy smokes, y-y-you okay?" [[ for the scar meme, sincerely brassgogglcs =:3 ]]
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A series of grumbles left the male as he shrugged out of his coat, a mixture of black oil spreading and staining the fabric of his uniform. He had hoped it hadn’t gotten on his undershirt–but the liquid had gotten in deep while he had reacted. Oversized gloves were shoved and pulled off, leaving pale skin bare where it usually wasn’t before he dove for the edge of his shirt.
He’d managed to get stuck in the confines of shirt hell when the loud gasp was heard from the hallway and had his blood running cold. Oscar struggled out of his shirt before holding the stained fabric over his figure to hide the twin surgical scars across his chest. Cheeks warmed in embarrassment, caught in such a compromising situation by one of the automatons. This really wouldn’t have happened if the Manor actually had doors.
“Yeah–yeah ‘m fine this ain’t–” Words caught in his throat and the Walter Worker glanced about, gaze landing everywhere but where the copper bot stood.