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Madwheel pulled up in tiny form, glad Spanner had let his Chemies out before starting in with the activities today. Being left in someone's pocket when they were going to be... active, could get uncomfortable.
Much to its delight, it wasn't the only Chemy on the viewing shelf. "So, who do you think is going to win, Steamliner?"
In toy form, instead of card form, the other did its best impression of a shrug. "It's not as if they're doing this 'for the record'. This is meant to be for fun, as far as I understand it. Even if they're not as likely to admit it."
Undeterred, Madwheel settled in, eager to watch the excitement. This sort of activity wasn't the kind Chemies participated in, anyhow. But it was nice to have a good seat.
---
"Ha! Take that, Spanner!"
Both young alchemists were quite animated in how they went about things, making the whole matter a real show.
"I think you'll find that I'm not so easy to surprise, Ichinose. Hah!"
The Chemies didn't differentiate too much; whether one boy took the lead, or struggled, the former cheered both of their humans on. What mattered to them was that Houtaro and Spanner enjoyed themselves, which was definitely happening.
---
"I'll beat you next time, Spanner!"
The older boy smiled. "We'll see... Ichinose Houtaro."
Privately, Spanner was glad so many of his skills had transferred so easily to Ping-Pong. There had been many moments where he had feared Houtaro would see right through him and take the upper hand.
But one thing was for sure; between Kyoka, Lachesis, and (horror of horrors) Minato, he was never going to hear the end of this if word ever got out.
Still, he'd come out on top.
precuretokuprompt)Madwheel pulled up in tiny form, glad Spanner had let his Chemies out before starting in with the activities today. Being left in someone's pocket when they were going to be... active, could get uncomfortable.
Much to its delight, it wasn't the only Chemy on the viewing shelf. "So, who do you think is going to win, Steamliner?"
In toy form, instead of card form, the other did its best impression of a shrug. "It's not as if they're doing this 'for the record'. This is meant to be for fun, as far as I understand it. Even if they're not as likely to admit it."
Undeterred, Madwheel settled in, eager to watch the excitement. This sort of activity wasn't the kind Chemies participated in, anyhow. But it was nice to have a good seat.
---
"Ha! Take that, Spanner!"
Both young alchemists were quite animated in how they went about things, making the whole matter a real show.
"I think you'll find that I'm not so easy to surprise, Ichinose. Hah!"
The Chemies didn't differentiate too much; whether one boy took the lead, or struggled, the former cheered both of their humans on. What mattered to them was that Houtaro and Spanner enjoyed themselves, which was definitely happening.
---
"I'll beat you next time, Spanner!"
The older boy smiled. "We'll see... Ichinose Houtaro."
Privately, Spanner was glad so many of his skills had transferred so easily to Ping-Pong. There had been many moments where he had feared Houtaro would see right through him and take the upper hand.
But one thing was for sure; between Kyoka, Lachesis, and (horror of horrors) Minato, he was never going to hear the end of this if word ever got out.
Still, he'd come out on top.
"Witnesses" - NSFW implied but not shown (second anon fill)
8/12/24 19:05 (UTC)More quietly, Steamliner spoke to Machwheel, "Your polycule had the right idea in staying out of this, in hindsight."
Its partner continued screaming at the door. At least Hopper1 wasn't scratching the poor thing anymore.
"Ah, but you had a point, also; these two do need supervision. Just. Maybe not from right on top of them."
Which was why the three of them were now trapped in the closet, instead of out in the bedroom. They could switch to card form and sneak right back out the door, but it was the principle of the matter that counted.
As far as Steamliner was concerned, they'd all seen more than enough to justify not looking any longer.
"HOPPAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"
At least Hopper1's screaming was giving the boys cover for whatever noises they were making - assuming the two didn't give up and move to a different, less secret, place for their discretions.
Hopper1 was almost definitely yelling just to get back at them for the 'imprisonment', Steamliner was convinced - not least because Hopper1 wasn't actually saying anything underneath the screaming.
(Steamliner privately swore to itself to not offer suggestions again. Even though they had worked, the juxtaposition had just made things too uncomfortable all around.)
[Additional notes: Mad/Machwheel is the most Aware of the relationship dynamics. Ships everyone/everyone within reason. (you're not going to find a Chemy knowingly shipping non-con.)
Hopper1's only reason for nopeing out is because it sees Houtaro as its father/father figure. Without that to consider it's entirely zen about sex things, though not interested in taking part.
Steamliner is actually the most sex-repulsed, but I am projecting onto this character and so it is capable of reading things
thanks, Dreamwidth, but Does Not like watching. Also the one who knows specific details but rarely admits to such unless the situation compels otherwise.]Ice Cream, Ankh/Eiji, Kamen Rider OOO - fill for Linky, "Wet"
9/12/24 14:55 (UTC)There'd been a flurry of activity checking over the restaurant, both before and after the neighborhood power outage had been fixed.
Eiji had noticed Ankh being more dour than usual - but the Greeed did lend a hand with sorting through and donating the foods that wouldn't simply keep.
But now it was the next day, and one could almost believe nothing had happened... and then came a muffled, familiar cry of distress.
"Why would you have cared? We needed the space to keep everything else cold," Ankh protested, after Eiji had snuck upon his partner (in the expected part of frozen storage) and refused to be pushed away.
"Of course I care; just because we needed that space, doesn't mean the loss of the ice cream isn't sad," Eiji protested.
Eiji rested a hand on the Greeed's shoulder; after a moment, Ankh relented, softening into the touch.
"We'll go out and restock tomorrow," Eiji promised, leaning in to kiss his partner on the cheek.
"Tonight," Ankh corrected - but he also smiled. Eiji counted that as a success.