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A small sound of acknowledgement in the back of his throat invites conversation, if she wished it.

                  @ddelaware  |  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋

@ddelaware / starter call

    hot pink blood trailed down the hall all the way to the drifter’s feet. they had been fighting the worst of their sickness for a good few minutes now, though they had been potentially followed for longer. they didn’t understand why this mech was following them, and they didn’t understand it’s intentions. if they were to fight its way out-- even in this state, then so be it. they won’t let themselves become prisoner again. 

“Oh god, you sound like my ex. It’s definitely time to get you out of here.”

“Yeah, look at me riding this white stallion. I’m here to rescue you, princess. Is this getting too weird yet?l

“Yes, yes, I’m well aware that you enjoy all the attention given to you as you make your noise and whatnot.” He had been unmoved by her rebuttal, arms folded as he stared at her with a rather uninterested expression, as if he already knew how the conversation was going to end before it started, “I had no intention to switch our roles, just pointing out something to you. Regardless, our main issue is going to be extraction, unless we plan on taking care of each and every single sod there, leaving is going to be quite difficult for us. And in that machine of yours, there’s a good chance you may be tempted to step on me during our little escape. I’d prefer you didn’t.”

“Again, huh? Am I not doing it enough?”