[ Somehow, by some miracle, she limits herself to a snort under his hand. What more does she have to say when he's doing all the work to embarrass himself? Ahh, she's so generous. Just a few words, and he can unleash his inner self! Truly, she should be made a saint.
She hums as she's led along, walking hand in hand with her bestest of friends. Nothing to see here, folks. Just a normal conversation about melting and boobies between a giant mech and the (vague) human who has to occasionally push up on her tiptoes to keep a hold on his hand.
But of course she's not done. That long silence of hers has probably made it obvious more nonsense is coming his way. And so, very loudly, she proclaims: ]
You weren't worried about melting my insides when you made love to me last night~
[ She even said "made love," just as he likes it! Also, ignore the fact that this happened way longer than one night ago, but the joke wouldn't work as well for the audience she's entertaining. There's an art to vulgarity, you see. ]
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She hums as she's led along, walking hand in hand with her bestest of friends. Nothing to see here, folks. Just a normal conversation about melting and boobies between a giant mech and the (vague) human who has to occasionally push up on her tiptoes to keep a hold on his hand.
But of course she's not done. That long silence of hers has probably made it obvious more nonsense is coming his way. And so, very loudly, she proclaims: ]
You weren't worried about melting my insides when you made love to me last night~
[ She even said "made love," just as he likes it! Also, ignore the fact that this happened way longer than one night ago, but the joke wouldn't work as well for the audience she's entertaining. There's an art to vulgarity, you see. ]