bootyhunter | CALL ME OUT

[ Robert probably doesn't even fully register why Flambae is making that face, it's just so normal for him. The fireball has his work cut out for him in a lot of ways, so maybe they're more evenly matched in that regard.

He's more paying attention to the hand at his chest giving him a little push. Yeah, ok, maybe actual words would have been good, but he understands the gesture well enough, rolling his eyes as he rolls himself up off of Flambae's lap. Also? Definitely doing that weird toothless whistle thing on purpose. He can't deny it at this point, okay. ]

No. That's not what I meant, thank you very much.

[ Just ... the going to the bar where he wasn't at his most comfortable, navigating around Flambae's feelings and hangups and his own feelings and hangups, being tipsy, getting sober, having something close to a boner, losing the boner ... it's a lot okay? Where does a salad factor into that!

Here, apparently. And it is for the best. He really should eat some greens and get some nutrients in that scrawny body of his.

Once he's up on his feet, he does just have to pause a moment and stare at the strange and casual command to take his pants off first. Never mind that Robert was thinking of doing that on his own anyway. ]

Yes, sir.

[ He turns to go to the bedroom to do that, since he'll probably want the pants in there in the morning. Ah, if he's staying the weekend, when they pick Beef up should he also pick up the only other pair of pants he probably owns? He should do that. These ones probably have glitter on them and also smell like a gay bar. ]

Just so we're clear, is this for gay reasons or not?

[ like is he actually getting a salad or has Flambae changed his mind again. JOKING, OF COURSE. He knows which one it is. ]

[It's strange to hear Robert calling him sir. On one hand, it's kind of sexy! On the other...

It doesn't feel quite right (who is really the boss here?!) Dear god, he will absolutely shut the fuck up about that one.]

The fit of those jeans is fucking unsightly, Robbo.

[So yes! The reason is gay. It's just not the kind of gay reason that Robert had hoped it would be. Flambae would much rather be greeted by the vision of Robert's junk tightly outlined in, what is it, cotton? Than whatever straight male monstrosity Robert had available.

Flambae changes out of his outfit too, in a manner that's so quick it would lead someone to suspect that he had simply engulfed himself in flames and burned straight through it, only the variety of zipping and shrugging noises that follow in tandem seem to prove otherwise. After neatly folding his top and bottoms and setting them aside on the couch, Flambae turns to wash his hands, wincing slightly as he for the first time in seemingly forever notes how the water washes differently over the lost fingers.

He dries those imperfect phalanges with towels, clad in a pair of burgundy boxer briefs, then opening the fridge to check on a few ingredients. There's some arugula, some tuna he could probably sear, carrots, tomatoes, sunflower seeds... And of course, a house dressing that he prepared with some added tomato extract and paprika.]

How do you feel about tuna?

[He calls out over his shoulder, seemingly unaware of all the misery he's put his poor boyfriend through tonight.]

Seared! Not the salad-y kind. Although it will be on the salad, you know?

I don't know.

[ Flambae shouldn't think about it too deeply. Robert is definitely still his boss.

And he's fine, really! He is no longer thinking horny thoughts. Well, not on the forefront of his mind anyway. Flambae's plan really does seem good to him, and he's fully on board. He isn't even disappointed they didn't do anything but kiss and touch a little, honest. As usual he just couldn't help one more silly quip.

Still a pretty gay reason though, he will agree with that.

It doesn't matter either way, since he pulls those unsightly jeans off after mumbling something like "I said I was sorry", and puts them carefully in Flambae's bedroom before he emerges again. Yes, he is wearing cotton now. It's comfortable, cheap, and it breathes nice on the goods. At least they're a slight step up in the cool department from "tightie whities" no matter what Malevola might have to say about it.

Unaware of the finger situation, he comes back out and sits himself down at the kitchen table obediently, twisting only slightly in his chair so he can watch Flambae at work. Not just because his yaoi body is good in those boxer briefs, to be honest, but because it genuinely does interest him to observe the man's process. It's another side to him that the dispatcher hasn't gotten to see, and he's so glad to have it now.

He even ends up smiling fondly as he answers. ]

I feel fine about it. I'm not that picky, you may have guessed.

[ he stopped being able to afford "picky" a long time ago. ]

Some people don't like fish.

[He states it plainly, beginning to dice a few of the vegetables at the kind of speed that would imply superhumanity. There's a pregnant pause between them, perhaps ironic for two individuals who could not get pregnant even if they tried, which brings up the question of... Is there an mpreg superhero?! Anyway, he looks over his shoulder at Robert, giving the dispatcher an obvious once over.

His thin lips curve slightly upwards at the sides.]

That pair of underwear is the only cute outfit you've got!

[He turns back to his work, slicing what looks to be tuna steak into pieces, pulling a brush from one of the drawers to pour olive oil on. Why is he painting raw flesh... Is this high culinary art-]

That and your birthday suit.

[While seasoning the tuna with some salt and pepper, he adds in an oddly calm, steady voice:]

So you don't eat on dinner on Fridays?

[The inquiry is deceptively casual. He is up to something, alright.]

[ i forgot about Mpreg Superhero and now i'm crying once more...

Robert sort of shrugs about the fish, since he doesn't happen to be one of those people (though you probably wouldn't catch him buying any for himself ever). At the once over though he gives a tilt of a brow. ]

I'll be sure to show up wearing only this from now on.

[ Since it's all that pleases him!!

Once Flambae turns back to cooking, Robert has a quiet chuckle to himself and shakes his head. ]

Or that.

[ Obviously he isn't going to go out in public in just his underwear or his birthday suit, but isn't it a nice little scenario he's just offered his boyfriend to imagine? Really, Robert is so generous.

As for the question, maybe he suspects that there's some nefarious plans going on here, but the dispatcher considers the answer seriously for a moment. It maybe won't do to answer it callously or sarcastically, even though that's the immediate urge. In reality he's not sure he has a good answer for it. It definitely isn't going to please Flambae no matter what, he's starting to understand. ]

Yeah, let's go with that. No-Dinner-Fridays.

[Flambae looks over his shoulder, sporting something of a flirtatious half-smile at the remark about "appropriate" attire. When he turns back to the tuna steak, he extends an index finger, flames spurting forth from the tip and over one side of the red, previously-blotted, flesh.

It turns white, and Flambae raises a furry eyebrow, his gaze darting back to Robert's skin.

Is that the same shade of pallor? Is he feeding Robert the meat of his people...

Ah.

Flambae registers that he's staring, although instead of backing down or seeming timid, he grins wickedly for the umpteenth time this evening. Once a supervillain, always incapable of smiling non-threateningly...]

I think I prefer you without the-

[He mimes the preening of a shirt collar.]

Stupid corporate gear! You know, considering how unbelievably gorgeous some of us are- [not him gassing up himself] you would think that they'd put you all something less hideous! To soothe your chatty little egos, or whatever.

[The fiery hothead takes a moment to oogle Robert's scars. God, they're sexy... Fuck!]

You were embarrassed about having your shirt off at the bar.

Why?

[ Thank god and all the heavens above and probably Zeus as well that Flambae didn't say the "meat of his people" thing out loud or Robert would not be interested in eating a salad any longer.

They're safe from that though, and he continues to sit peacefully and watch the man work his magic in the kitchen (it's all magic to Robert, who doesn't cook, probably).

He catches that threatening grin with a grin of his own in reply (a challenge??), though he shakes his head. ]

What's important is what I'm saying. We don't need to look pretty if we're not going out on the field.

[ Even their super identities are supposed to be kept on the downlow, after all! Robert doesn't really mind the blue collared shirt, personally. Then again it's probably the nicest shirt he's owned since whatever he wore to his dad's funeral.

As for the next part, he pauses briefly, wondering what he should say about it. It was stupid, feeling that way when normally he doesn't really give a shit what his body looks like (unless someone is making a dig about whether or not he takes care of it, apparently). He swallows and then shrugs. ]

Something about how ... public it was? I don't know. Just felt like maybe everyone shouldn't just get to look at me for whatever reason.

[ For the reason that he earned most of those scars and bruises by protecting a city that wasn't even going to thank him, maybe? Except Robert doesn't really think that way. He'd do it with or without any recognition. ] Or maybe I just wanted to make sure Visi wasn't around to get off on it or whatever.

Holy shit, man!

[this is a throwaway gag at the "we don't need to look pretty" comment leaf me alone]

We are so different.

[He shakes his head rigorously.

Why anyone would want to step out and look anything less than perfect is beyond him.]

The world is an ugly place! There's no need to pile dogshit on dogshit and make the thing even stinkier, like, what the hell...

Listen, me-

[this is too long this is not good writing i am sorry]

Being so very gorgeous, that is also so very fucking heroic.

[Uttered in complete seriousness:]

I am saving the eyes of the people.

Looking at me is probably, like, the equivalent of eating a fuckton of carrots or whatever-

[u know bc they are historically good 4 ur eyes]

Edited 2026-05-30 05:55 (UTC)

[At the mention of Invisigal's lewd behavior, every muscle in his body tenses. Unconscious as the gesture may be, it's hardly subtle, seeing as he's somehow even more exposed than he usually is.

Looking down, he realizes he's already fixed Robert a plate. Did his hands move of their own accord? It's happened before, he's been so fixated on the intensity of his emotions that he's done dangerous things before actually registering that they've even occurred.

At least this time, it's just dinner.

He sets the salad on the table, unsure of exactly how to voice his feelings about the matter.]

So it does bother you.

[His three-fingered hand falters as it reaches out, stopping in midair and pulling back slightly before he decides to force himself to follow through, eventually managing to gently touch Robert's bare shoulder.

The villainous underbelly of Southern California is full of disgusting entities, with sexual harassment being a common tactic to get under one's skin. Flambae has never taken too kindly to it himself, but for whatever reason, Robert's situation seems worse.

Especially with the suit out of commission, it's not as though he has any abilities to defend himself.]

I'm sorry.

[Oh, look at that! Sincerity.]

There was some locker room talk that maybe you got off on it.

Even before we-

[He remembers hesitating to defend him.]

I did not think it was fair.

["Saying something about, so just because a woman said it, the guy wants that shit to happen? That's crazy. I know we are ex-supervillains, but. Come on, guys."]

If she makes you uncomfortable, I will defend you.

[is this ic ok gay]

But she has been awfully quiet lately.

I think she is a little embarrassed about having to "lose" to me or what the fuck ever, which is crazy! Because I think I give better blowjobs.

[ Robert endures that entire thing with the flattest, driest face possible for a man to make, only very slightly lifting a brow once he thinks that Flambae is finally finished.

Like damn okay he literally just said it's not his job to be on the field so none of that obviously matters to him but it's fine!! Flambae can just be a yucky carrot all he likes, then and ain't nobody stopping him. this is also a throw away tag ]

[ Robert blinks a couple of times. He's not sure but he doesn't think he expected this kind of reaction from what he more or less meant as a throw-away haha funny remark. Not that it was meaningless, but you know. When you say something and other people aren't supposed to see that you were sincere about it....

But of course Flambae would react to it. Loud and obnoxious as he can be, the man is observant and he spends just as much time being quiet and thoughtful. You'd miss that if you weren't paying attention, but Robert's been paying more and more of that as time has gone by.

Robert would like to say it doesn't bother him, when they're making blatantly inappropriate comments about him or his body. Unfortunately that would be a lie. His dad would probably scold him for having a thin skin or something, but... come on, isn't carrying the scars bad enough? They don't need weird commentary at every open opportunity either. And Invisigal isn't exactly ...tactful. To say the least. ]

A bit.

[ He admits quietly after a moment, sitting proper once the salad is in front of him. He just sort of picks up his fork and takes a bite of it. Naturally, it's delicious, which is totally fucked up. There's a pause then between anymore bites when he looks up to Flambae in response to that hand on his shoulder and gives a smile. It's appreciated, really. More than Robert thought, actually. ]

I'm sure there were plenty of things I don't need to know about that were said in the locker room. It's fine.

[ He can't really blame any of them. Some bigshot former superhero guy— and they weren't even allowed to know which superhero for the longest time — marching in there to tell a bunch of washed up villains what to do. He'd probably say a bunch of crass, awful shit in the locker room too. But he likes to think they're beyond that now.

Maybe. For the most part.

Robert lets out a quiet huff. ]

She's nothing I can't handle, I assure you. [ ... ] But thanks.

[ It really does mean a lot to him, someone coming to bat for him. Not that Blazer or Chase wouldn't, but you know. It's different like this.

The rest just sort of makes him snort a little. Sorry to say that with THIS particular Robert, Visi didn't stand a chance anyway. He likes her, but he'd never like her like that. ]

I'm afraid I have nothing to judge against yours, so we'll just have to assume that's true.

[ Also thanks to wild dialogue the devs just expected us to forget about, Robert is the king of blowing people. According to Robert. ]

Anyway, she's a big girl, she'll get over it.

Edited 2026-05-31 01:00 (UTC)

[nothing to judge against-11?????@!!!!!!!!

[LOUD YELLING SOUND EFFECTS]]

[Possessiveness flows through his veins, overwhelming in its heat. It burns in the nerves of his face and at his fingertips, although he says nothing about it.

In place of pity, there's a thrilling sensation of novelty and wickedness that comes with hearing such a thing, especially when he had spent so many humiliating nights in a jail cell wondering if Mecha Man was sucking and fucking. Hours spent awake, furious, only to be followed by tidal wave of shame and interpersonal backpedaling the next morning. He'd had his series of strange dreams, ones that started out violent and ended in brawls that had leaned subtextually sexual, or even in something like a kiss.

Ooh. He stops himself in the midst of a full-body shiver, that is absolutely something he had repressed, intentionally or not.

So he focuses Robert at the center of his attention again, squeezing that bare shoulder once more before circling over it with that wanton hand and sliding a not-so-subtle warm-palmed rub over the back.]

You're right! She'll get over it.

[He really does mean that. She's not his favorite teammate, because of course, who could ever rival Prism in his heart? Golem is a a surprisingly close second, however, and Invisigal is his dearest companion.

Still, it doesn't make the very obvious sexual harassment okay.]

But this isn't about her.

I am asking about you.

[He leans his face in a little closer. Has he forgotten about his own morsel of fish, probably, glub glub...]

She's getting away with it because she's a girl.

[And she has superpowers, but he'll take this one thing at a time.]

Imagine if someone like me did anything of the sort?

[He huffs again, actually miffed.]

I'd just be another fucking stereotype, huh.

[Flambae growls.]

You're a guy, so you're supposed to be cool or into it.

That's fucking annoying.

You can be uncomfortable too!

Edited 2026-06-01 03:13 (UTC)

[ Mecha Man might have had the occasional suck and fuck but none of it was with Invisigal and none of it meant anything. That possessiveness from Flambae might actually be pretty attractive to Robert's little freak of a mind, but he doesn't really have any read on it in this moment. He's just glad for the hand at his shoulder that's offering more comfort than he initially realized.

He does wish that Flambae would also get a bite to eat though. He probably needs nutrients too! Maybe not as much as Robert's malnourished little body, but a frame of such yaoi proportions also needs to be maintained.

Regardless, he turns his face toward the other man, blinking a few times as he gets closer. ]

Yeah, that would make a difference, unfortunately.

[ He doesn't like it either. Obviously, since he's on the receiving end of some unwanted female attention. But it also feels like it's not something that will change anytime soon.

Robert huffs softly, sitting back in his chair for a moment. Maybe he should be glad an attractive woman is giving him that kind of attention. But no, it just doesn't sit right with Robert. It wouldn't if he saw her doing it to some other guy either. With some luck, once she accepts that he's with Flambae, Invisigal will just lay off of it. Or go back to the more occasional attacks like Malevola or the others go for. Still annoying, but ... ]

I'm really okay. Promise. Guess I just got overwhelmed at the bar or something.

[If anyone tries to touch his boyfriend's junk again, especially since he never saw what happened at the party, Flambae would probably ensure that he was no longer the only member of the team with missing fingers. He inches closer with an harrowing sort of quickness, the way a predator would, like a cheetah or a panther. There's grace in a movement that seems too quick, abrupt even. Flambae is no speedster, but he's faster than the average human when it comes to his abilities by far.

He leans over Robert's shoulder with an intense furrowed brow, flaring his nostrils like he's thinking very aggressively hard about something, and-]

[closes his eyes to kiss robbo on the cheek

like an idiot

scruffy. the beard is brustling. scrunch scrunch]

[ Robert manages a bite of salad or two before Flambae's sudden movements have him tensing up like maybe he should be in fight or flight mode. He even drops his fork, blinking a couple of times as suddenly the big, flaming man is leaning over his shoulder and oh so close to his face.

He's just about to ask him what's up when he is served a kiss on the cheek.

And he has to let out a laugh. But it's light and fond. His heart is doing that gay fluttering thing. It was such a strange way to go about the gesture, but it was so sweet?? ]

That tickles.

[ Not that he can really complain when he has chin accessories too. ]

You know, I never thought I'd say this but you can be really cute sometimes.

[Flambae's gaze does that thing again, where it darts quickly from Robert's eyes to his freckles to his lips and then back up to the eyes again. It's a sign of nervous, genuine excitement, even if it only lasts momentarily.

He leans back, grinning wickedly again, the smugness of his smile drawn upwards along with the fuzziness of his lips, revealing that missing tooth ever so slightly right of center.]

See? I can be nice sometimes.

I said I was gentle.

[He leans over again to cup Robert's cheek, moving closer to look deep into his eyes, as though he's juuuust about to kiss him, only to breathlessly utter the following words against the dispatcher's lips:]

You've got some fucking salad in your teeth, Robbo...

[He lowers the volume of his voice just a tad. Why is the accent suddenly more prominent...]

I can get it for you, if you'd like.

If you want, I can get it for you.

Edited (oh no this is going to get horny again, also is the salad real, um, idk) 2026-06-04 03:37 (UTC)

Sometimes.

[ Robert returns easily, with a lopsided smile. The missing tooth is as ridiculous as ever, and yet he feels so charmed by it in this particular moment. And he continues to be charmed, as Flambae moves in for the kill, eyelashes fluttering in anticipation almost as he feels like he's just about to be kissed.

And then—

.... Well, shit. If he really does have salad stuck in his teeth, that's extremely unattractive and quite frankly embarrassing. But did it need to be pointed out?? At least, Robert is ready in those first nanoseconds, to complain about the bait and switch, except that Flambae keeps going. And he uses that soft voice-

Why is it kind of horny?

The dispatcher blinks a few times in rapid succession, his gaze lifting from his boyfriend's lips up to meet his eyes, and then they fall heavy-lidded again as he considers his options here. They really do have to stop doing this. Hadn't they decided they're not doing this tonight? A tough thing to say when neither of them are above the behavior of besotted high school boys experiencing their first make-out session. And damn he really wishes he'd been kissed just now. ]

Sure, if you want to take some responsibility.

[ He is the one who gave Robert the salad, after all. ]

[Flambae takes notice of the flitting of Robert's eyes, his own breath catching despite his attempt to play it cool. He's not quite bright enough to pin down the ecstasy of this feeling explicitly, and is quick to dismiss it as the cheap thrill of being desired by a man who hasn't had the pleasure of receiving any good head until recently.

Had the head even been good, or had Flambae been too nervous, too eager?

Did the willingness and ease with which he just went for it turn Robert on or off?

He can't remember the last time sex had felt like something other than a performance. Raw and gritty, without an awareness of camera angles or Iphone or being perceived as sexy and competent. He's a public figure after all, and being known as a bad lay would hurt anybody's bedroom street cred, but he had allowed himself a little natural fumbling with Robert, because...]

What, for feeding you?

[He clicks his tongue after snorting, those large, warm hands of his now both cupping either side of Robert's face.

How strangely gentle the gesture is.

Flambae leans in with the umpteenth intense look of the night, his thumbs slowly pulling down either side of Robert's lower lip. One would expect with the way he's handled both civilians and teammates in the past that he'd be rough with something like this, but he's careful and attentive, searching for whatever irritating leafy green has lodged itself in a gap between his boyfriend's teeth.]

Sure, I'll take the fucking credit for that.

[Except, is there a leafy green?

Did he imagine it, or was he just a little too excited to put his fingers in Robert's mouth-]

Wait.

What the fuck?

[where is it]

Okay, I could've sworn there was something green and crunchy in there...

[Maybe it was one of Beefy's little green doggie treats, only Robert neglects himself too much to be lazy enough to attempt eating his beloved son's food...]

Edited 2026-06-05 18:43 (UTC)

[ If it came down to it, the head he got from Flambae was good simply because the two of them give a shit about one another. Any fling Mecha Man actually did have in any recent year wasn't going to mean much. It was just some sad attempt to let off some steam and who knows what else.

But now that they're together together, he'd be biased about it either way.

Unfortunately for his dignity, this entire ride has been fast and furious and it takes so little to ignite feelings of arousal around this hairy, tooth-missing fireball that he's even wondered if something is wrong with him. Yet here he is, with his face held so tenderly between two hands, his heart starting to race as he anticipates another kiss that he's come to start craving ...

... Only for Flambae to actually go searching for something green that might have gotten stuck in there. Maybe. He can't actually tell anymore if the other man was attempting to save him the embarrassment of leaves in his teeth or if he was trying to be sexy.

Regardless, his mouth drops open obediently and that starved, feral creature in Robert's chest finds it alarmingly hot (hot, haha) to feel those fingers so carefully prodding along his teeth and in his mouth.

Flambae is lucky he didn't say the thing about Beef's treats aloud (he isn't that bad), because Robert starts to get the idea that actually there was never anything wrong with his teeth, and his brow slides up in an almost cocky manner as he waits a few seconds ...

And then lets his tongue brush suggestively over a thumb. He can't say much with fingers in his mouth, which is actually probably for the best, but he makes a sort of "I don't know" sound...which also somehow seems to double as a challenge. What is he going to do about it? ]

[The tongue to hand contact triggers and immediate biological response from the fiery super, something that isn't all that easy to conceal when the only fabric covering his body is a wrap of burgundy fabric around his massive wang, but at least he is sitting down, for now.

Once again, Robert Robertson III (it hurt to type out that full name I resent it) has gotten the best of him, and strangely enough, Flambae allows himself to look visibly flustered, his gaze dropping to the table before focusing hungrily on his idiot boyfriend again. His mouth hangs open as he attempts to put a coherent string of words together, although he blows a puff of air from it before deciding on the honest truth.]

Okay, it is getting very difficult to do this without...

[There's a little color in his cheeks, especially visible above the stubble.]

Well, thinking about having my dick in your mouth.

I know that couldn't have been easy for you.

[is he trying to sound sympathetic im crying]

[ Flambae being seated at the moment is a small blessing since Robert can't immediately see anything amiss with that burgundy banana shield from his current place and with his face held as it is (even if it's gently so). Still, he has a feeling it hit the mark.

The blush sneaking up on those bristly cheeks definitely confirms it. ]

So?

[ He asks around the fingers. So, is there green in there or not? What is the verdict here...

Although his brief answer could also be interpreted as saying 'so what' to the idea of Flambae's dick in his mouth. Ah.

He brings his hands up to lightly circle about Flambae's wrists. ]

I think I did alright...

[ Somehow he manages this answer and maybe even sounds a bit cheeky about it too. Despite his own cheeks getting warm. He really doesn't know if Flambae is trying to sound sympathetic or seductive or what, but thinking about the too large dick in his mouth is enough to send some sparks down to his own underwear-clad dick to get it revved up a bit.

They were never going to survive a night without getting a little bit horny.

So whatever, he closes his lips, giving that same thumb he'd harassed with his tongue a little suck. ]

[Somehow, Flambae seems to catch on to what Robert means, and he quickly, ever so hesitantly, shakes his head in a way that's so timid, it almost doesn't seem like it suits the flamboyant giant.

His throat feels so dry, it would probably do him good to drink some water before engaging in whatever the fuck they are going to do next-]

You did.

[Flambae lets out a moan when Robert gives him a taste of what he wants, and he shivers, looking down at his own lap reflexively. He should be good, ask if Robert is feeling less tipsy, and ensure that he's finished his meal. Instead, he laughs, closing his eyes and cocking his head to the side-]

[Before smiling back defiantly and shoving a second finger into Robert's mouth, the little shit?!]

Damn, Robert.

You've been persistent tonight.

[The change of "heart," or "attitude," is a little performative, true, despite Flambae's desire for intimacy being legitimate. He silences the part of himself that worries that maybe he's running the one man who has showed him actual affection a little too ragged, but the fear is replaced by something wilder.

If there is any hope, any sliver of a chance that Robert actually likes that shitty, tempestuous part of him, it'd give Flambae the sense of wholeness in love that he's filled with a variety of fleshy appendages, fingers, tongues, and toys...

Only better.]

Do you want to see if I could try and fit inside you?

CALL ME OUT

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sorry to everyone who cooks i got the order of the tuna searing bs wrong

i've never tried cooking tuna... but i want to...except i'll be thinking of white people meat now

1/2 this is like, muttered i guess but he's also screaming

2/2 this is the first time i have used this icon and he is not like. miffed at robert specifically

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sorry for all these part replies (1/2)

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i love them i wish i did them more

i really need to icon the kissing thumbnail huh.

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last part reply i swear

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