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>(Becomes a psionic for the sole purpose of continuing her hobby. Accidentally blows something up from fucking up sticker placement again and snapping-)
((easier to just make sollux do it for her, completing the psiionic/empress to sollux/Fef pipeline
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>Thats just what alternian life does to you. Makes you capable to withstand rather pointless stuff like this. Just as the man on the green moon intended, to quote some looney conspiracy folk. And now, for some riveting statistical reading. Lets see, calories are 0, total fat is 0, who lot of thing are 0... ingredient were gibberish and water... some boring warning about popping... another image of the tall regal gal who totally isn't stealing any attention. Totally not focused on her huge boobs.
>the complete lack of "this is what this clearly weird and specialized drink is for!" Is odd, but not odd enough to get fef to do more than shrug, reaching over to hand it back to PM so she can put it where it belonged
"Looks like sodabot is a little mischevifish! Boat he only swiped an empty one, so no big deal probubbly."
>she smiles affably, turning to admonish the robot before going back to her guest
"So who's the carapace woman on the can?"
>The half ton courier was equally surprising and pretty annoyed with being pickpocketed like that, having almost uttered a what the fuck, before the sour aftertaste from before cut her off and makes her a sputtering mess once more. Well, Fef wasn't hearing a no! With a flick of it's mechanical wrist, sodabot would toss the (empty) can of Pros-fit to her. Just to give Fef a view of what she's working with, and the... regal looking gal in fitness gear on the label.
>amazing that, an energy drink of such potency the taste just lingers and lingers and lingers- feferi was thankful she was made of stronger stuff than the poor mail woman
>so this was some sort of workout drink? She guessed? Weird. She turns it around, looking over it more closely to see what the deal is
>Nothing adventurous about this. You heard how much she can drink; hell you've seen it earlier with the chowder. How scary can this one glass be for a massive gal like her? And so she takes the glass from the seadweller, casually brings it to her lips... and is immediately turned into a sputtering mess. Yeah, both ladies might want to have waited until soda-bot brought out the drink's can to show that this is a super low quality Alternian energy drink. Like, basically battery acid levels of bad.
>feferi can't help but giggle- once she makes sure PM is ok, of course.
"Sorry! Didn't know it would be T)(AT bad, )(e)("
>she takes the glass, eyeing it And the can from sodabot for a minute before shrugging
"W)(ale, naut fair only you suffer it!"
>GULP
>BLU- actually it's not THAT bad- Fef grimaces a bit but swallows the caffeinated concoction without much other grief
"...w)(ew ocray. Naut a favorite but naut t)(e WORST t)(ing I've ever had, boat... W)(at else you got, SB? Oar... W)(ale, w)(at would *you* like?"
>she turns to her guest, eyebrow raised appraisingly
>Maybe if he tore the socket out he could get close enough to the couch- Wait your owner finally stopped teasing that mail lady to call on you, nows your chance to shine soda-bot! The soda jerk would quickly grab a glass from a compartment and brings it under one of his nozzles. Filling it with some vibrant green beverage about 2/3rds up, before holding it up for the empress to see, while pointing at it and then himself. That's certainly one way of saying it.
>the antics of the little droid are almost more distracting than the heaving plush mass of former government employee underneath her- almost
>as it was, she gave the bot a smile, reaching out to take the glass and eye it with a little confusion
"T)(anks )(on! ... W)(at is t)(is?"
>she turns to PM, holding it out
"feeling adventurous?"
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>You are completely right, Ms. Peixes. Shame that the seadweller isn't real royalty yet! Still, the carapace can't fight against the universal law that is "free samples", so the plump mailwoman will allow her this. Her other hand grasping the fuchsia's other hand as well, as she offers her plump digits and the back of her hand to the troll.
>Blessed, blessed free samples. The kiss turns into more, the carapacian's fat finger sliding into fef's mouth, dextrous tongue sliding about it before feferi pulls away with a *pop* and a grin, moving over to kiss the back of PM's other hand, lips squishing against the plump padding of her guest
"A)()()()(, delicious~
But you could use some... Sweetness, I t)(ink!"
>she leans up, turning back to face the charging soda robot with a wide, sharp grin, purring out a query to the robot
")(ows t)(e c)(arging coming, soda dear?"
>Oh we're sorry ma'am, but this "crab" isn't on the menu. Good thing too, she starts to say as she lowers her gaze, the rim of her cap blocking her eyes as a grin slowly grows on her own face. Not only have you heard what this "crustacean" has done to people who've tried eating it, but you saw first hand just how VORACIOUS it is, your highness. Especially when, as the seadweller said herself, she has plenty of room left, she adds with a quick slap to her own gut, adding to the wobbling waves.
"I've )(eard stories wit)( you on bot)( sides t)(is evening dear~
Betides, wouldn't t)(e *Queen* set t)(e royal menu? )(aving room left just means more room for stuffing..."
>feferi flops down, smiling and stretching out, letting herself settle against PM's body, sinking into her voluptuous belly as she looks into her fat face, grey chub mashing into white. Cautiously, she reaches out for one of the mailwoman's fat hands, clasping it and pulling it closer
"Per)(aps just a taste~?"
>a teasing tug brings the hand a little closer to her face, and her plush lips, the heiress attempting to plant a kiss on the end of one of PM's plump fingers- though she was tugging gently enough to give the woman freedom to tug away if she chose
>Hey now, soda-bot was never sent away, nor ignoring her like frenchie is! He's still just charging, tugging on his cord like it'd do anything. Stupid vintage charging cables... The white pawn giggles at the response the larger gal's stomach gave. Someone should've fed herself that crab more than she did her captive.
>right right that's right. She remembers that being a thing that was happening now. Hopefully he'd be ready soon enough but for now...
>she rolls out of the chair/couch with a huff, the furniture groaning with audible relief as her titanic weight is lifted away from it. Spinning to the side, she looms over PM, trying to slip back into her cheesy evil queen grin, planting her hand on either side of the far reaches of PMs love handles and giving them a good squeeze
"W)(ale I do alwaves )(ave a secondary crustacean rig)(t )(ere if need be! You even )(ave some practice being a meal~"
>she teases, working up PM's bulk into a slow, jiggling wave of wobbles
