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// my muses are over at liminalumina.tumblr.com now |3
also if we are mutuals you can ask for my discord if you like
// i don't reply to nsfw stuff on the feed but know that occasionally i am looking very (dis)respectfully
i'd do one like = one character i'd ship with but like ... ??? i have too many. falco likes men. awesome.
// err someone like this tweet i have a ghost notification that keeps disappearing before i can mark it as read.
"Ah, uh..."
He doesn't usually keep his facade up around Incineroar, but he's not usually this quiet.
"I dunno! Y'got... real strong thighs, big arms, your torso's so wide that your chest sits higher than my entire body when I lay on my side... you're kind of a whole lot."
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Tsk. He tries to stop his face from getting even redder. As always, it's done to a varying degree of success, especially not helped by the fact that the two seem to be getting even closer...
"Ugh, it's an unbelievable body, y'can't really blame me for gettin' like this..."
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"I-It ain't my fault you're my type!"
Now he's blushing - unsurprisingly. Probably more of a shocker that he wasn't beet-red already.
"Y'can't blame me for gettin' flustered - in fact, I'm pretty sure half'a the things you do are t'get some sorta reaction outta me..."
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Falco takes a deep breath as the larger male finally relents, rolling to his side, but still keeping his body near Incineroar's.
"Jeez... s-so what if I like it!? Last thing I need's my heart poundin' at a million beats per minute first thing in the mornin'... if we're gonna -
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Gasp. Whether or not it was out of surprise or for breath was yet to be determined.
"You're... nff, such a weirdo... a super, super heavy weirdo, if y'ask me..."
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Waking up with @TlTLEHOLDER's massive weight on top of him wasn't what he *expected*, but... alas.
"Can't... move..."
Falco yelped as he was tugged by the super-heavyweight, finding himself at the cat's front in an instance.
It was... definitely a different dynamic to clinging at his back. Falco's face went a little red.
"W-Well yeah, no shit it's warmer, but... y-y'know... if someone saw -
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"I can't help bein' cold! Just like you can't help bein' hot! B'sides, you're wayyy warmer than a coat."
A futon sounds nice! Falco would probably still resort to this though.
"It can't be *that* bad, I'm light as a feather!"
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Falco's secretly surprised that Incineroar can even feel his weight. In any case, he rests his head upon a bulky shoulder.
"Maybe I'm a little bored, yeah. Plus..."
A sigh, one he could see emerge from his beak, at that.
"...I'm fuckin' cold!"
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It's a 'pester @TlTLEHOLDER' kind of day.
As such, he's slung himself over the cat's back.
// as someone who has had to deal with extremely uncomfortable RPs, OOC interactions, and at one point a fucking stalker,
it's entirely reasonable for RP'ers to want to be selective.
it isn't elitist to want to cultivate an RP experience around your own boundaries and comfort.
