[ "Amazing", huh? At least she can freely enjoy that happy feeling. The poem was indeed one of her darker, sadder ones, but that's what made it meaningful for her. She managed to get out her thoughts in a way that kept them from eating her up inside so much. Now, those in particular were reduced to a few nibbles here and there. With that low point put to page, she could set it aside and focus on other things.
Like the Player.
The Player lurks in her thoughts eternally, and they're doing the same now. Hearing Soundwave talk of them in such a way, she almost wants to stupidly lash out and insist he shouldn't be so calm about that person. They were competition! Doesn't he want her more? God, why is she thinking something like that? ]
Me, too.
[ After that vague reply, she swallows her bout of insanity down, flipping towards the back of the notebook in her hands. The one she's seeking is newer. Maybe, a different insane thought thinks, if he hears this one, he'll want to fight for her affection more. ]
Yeah! So! This one's called "Up". I...wrote it about you. [ Her cheek nuzzles against his head as she giggles. ] Mostly inspired by how much you love to pick me up without asking, you jerk.
[ And so, she reads again with a melodic lilt to the words. This time, it's obvious she had a lot of fun, considering how much she swarmed the page with doodles and stickers, on top of using a different color of ink for writing. All of her happier poems have been like this, if he's ever spied an oddly colorful page as she's gone through her notebooks. Whatever emotion she was feeling when she writes something, she wants to feel it again and again when she goes back to read it, and any method that helps to keep the feelings fresh is worth it. Behold, the source of where most of her money goes, outside of her Birdbucks addiction.
By the time she's done, she's looking much happier, almost like she's soaring through the sky with him. ]
I took a few liberties, obviously...you're way too serious to be a flying car. In fact, I bet you'd kick me out before anything fun could happen~
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Like the Player.
The Player lurks in her thoughts eternally, and they're doing the same now. Hearing Soundwave talk of them in such a way, she almost wants to stupidly lash out and insist he shouldn't be so calm about that person. They were competition! Doesn't he want her more? God, why is she thinking something like that? ]
Me, too.
[ After that vague reply, she swallows her bout of insanity down, flipping towards the back of the notebook in her hands. The one she's seeking is newer. Maybe, a different insane thought thinks, if he hears this one, he'll want to fight for her affection more. ]
Yeah! So! This one's called "Up". I...wrote it about you. [ Her cheek nuzzles against his head as she giggles. ] Mostly inspired by how much you love to pick me up without asking, you jerk.
[ And so, she reads again with a melodic lilt to the words. This time, it's obvious she had a lot of fun, considering how much she swarmed the page with doodles and stickers, on top of using a different color of ink for writing. All of her happier poems have been like this, if he's ever spied an oddly colorful page as she's gone through her notebooks. Whatever emotion she was feeling when she writes something, she wants to feel it again and again when she goes back to read it, and any method that helps to keep the feelings fresh is worth it. Behold, the source of where most of her money goes, outside of her Birdbucks addiction.
By the time she's done, she's looking much happier, almost like she's soaring through the sky with him. ]
I took a few liberties, obviously...you're way too serious to be a flying car. In fact, I bet you'd kick me out before anything fun could happen~
[ Shame on you, unfun version of Soundwave! ]