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Post by Stock and Fledgeling on Apr 15, 2015 23:01:01 GMT
Sting sighed.
So, what do you wanna do? We could visit my nephew, or that one guy, or track an insubordinate down and torture-I mean politely talk with him.
Sting chuckled and sat down beside her wife.
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Post by Ulti on Apr 15, 2015 23:18:21 GMT
Dashside yawned. "I don't know... I'm just so... tired... we've been out all day..." She mumbled with a groan, looking over at Sting and slowly resting her helm on her shoulder. "Maybe we could..." Her sentence was broken in half by another yawn. "Talk" For that part she used air quotes "To a sub-ordinate..." She smiled, with an odd, tired grin, continuing to rest her helm on Sting's shoulder.
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Post by Stock and Fledgeling on Apr 15, 2015 23:26:35 GMT
Sting chuckled and patted Dash's helm.
After you recharge, sweetie.
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Post by Ulti on Apr 15, 2015 23:47:18 GMT
"Ok.... alright..." She muttered, yawning and stretching. "Can I recharge here? It's a 30 minute journey and..." yet another of her sentences was cut off by her constant yawning. "... you know how we're in like first class... and the chairs are really comfy...and..."
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Post by Stock and Fledgeling on Apr 15, 2015 23:55:27 GMT
Go ahead.
Sting let Dash doze off while Sting herself quietly sharpened her talons.
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Post by Ulti on Apr 16, 2015 0:03:24 GMT
It didn't matter whether or not Sting said no, for Dashside was already dozing off. She extended out another two seats and raised the armrests and stretched out over them, resting her helm on Sting's lap as she drifted off into recharge.
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Post by Stock and Fledgeling on Apr 16, 2015 0:21:58 GMT
Sting chuckled planting a soft kiss on Dash's forehead. Her tail slowly curled around Dash's midsection, as if making sure nothing happened to her.
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Post by Ulti on Apr 16, 2015 0:27:37 GMT
Even though she had been asleep less than a minute, Dashside was already snoring, albeit lightly. As Sting's tail wrapped around her torso and she was kissed, she rolled over slightly, and the back of one of her servos rested on Sting's waist, while the other dangled off the side.
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Post by Stock and Fledgeling on Apr 16, 2015 0:55:38 GMT
Fledgeling kicked in one of the windows and hopped into the train, walking around. Sting sighed lightly and slowly moved out from under Dash, then walked over to the little mech.
What are you doing!
Getting a ride to the rulers of the planet, they might help me get off-world.
Sting grabbed the little mech around the neck, and held him up.
You're speaking to one. Make it snappy.
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Post by Ulti on Apr 16, 2015 1:00:06 GMT
Dashside's optics blinked slowly, having been awoken by the smashing of the glass, Sting moving from under and then the shouting. "What is it...?" She asked at a slow pace, groaning slightly.
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