[He'll forgive her. That said, she's a different person now than the Monika he met on the first day here. She's still bratty, and though she didn't exactly hide the fact that she likes to be with the real him and wanted his spike before.... She's never been this aggressive before.
Is she always like this? Or has the resort worsened her while he wasn't by her side? What has this place done to her? Now that she's mellowed out, it allows Soundwave to let out a small sigh out of his vents in this small respite.
Slowly, Soundwave descends down until his boots are touching the floor again. Honestly? At this point, it doesn't matter. Whether he flies or walks, people are still able to see his glowy and shiny metal spike regardless. Still carrying her in his arms, he brings her closer while he continues to march towards the conservatory, ignoring all the voices around them and focusing purely on Monika. He won't even fuss her about bonking her own forehead against the reinforced glass on his chest.
He knows it's a bad idea, because it is something he wanted to avoid doing in the morning. But... His spike throbs.]
I still need to calm my... spike down, Monika.
[The button press shoots his arousal. Maybe with time, it'll calm down on its own, but it may take a while. Maybe a handjob or two would be enough. Just a quick one. Just enough for him to climax once and soften the metal enough to slick back into him and the crotch plating can close his vulnerable body.]
Then, we can pet... bunnies. Perhaps go to the library, and then... continue with that.
[If she wants it still, he's willing to take the offer to fuck her. Sex. Make love. Whatever. All he wants to do now is to spend the time together with Monika, learn about her likes and dislikes, know more about her instead of learning more about her in the bed. He's already learned plenty enough about her in that manner.
His visor turns away from Monika, awkwardness lingering in the air around them.]
We can find a place elsewhere first... before visiting the conservatory.
[Somewhere private where she can help him. He turns back to her to- hopefully -point him to a place.]
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[He'll forgive her. That said, she's a different person now than the Monika he met on the first day here. She's still bratty, and though she didn't exactly hide the fact that she likes to be with the real him and wanted his spike before.... She's never been this aggressive before.
Is she always like this? Or has the resort worsened her while he wasn't by her side? What has this place done to her? Now that she's mellowed out, it allows Soundwave to let out a small sigh out of his vents in this small respite.
Slowly, Soundwave descends down until his boots are touching the floor again. Honestly? At this point, it doesn't matter. Whether he flies or walks, people are still able to see his glowy and shiny metal spike regardless. Still carrying her in his arms, he brings her closer while he continues to march towards the conservatory, ignoring all the voices around them and focusing purely on Monika. He won't even fuss her about bonking her own forehead against the reinforced glass on his chest.
He knows it's a bad idea, because it is something he wanted to avoid doing in the morning. But... His spike throbs.]
I still need to calm my... spike down, Monika.
[The button press shoots his arousal. Maybe with time, it'll calm down on its own, but it may take a while. Maybe a handjob or two would be enough. Just a quick one. Just enough for him to climax once and soften the metal enough to slick back into him and the crotch plating can close his vulnerable body.]
Then, we can pet... bunnies. Perhaps go to the library, and then... continue with that.
[If she wants it still, he's willing to take the offer to fuck her. Sex. Make love. Whatever. All he wants to do now is to spend the time together with Monika, learn about her likes and dislikes, know more about her instead of learning more about her in the bed. He's already learned plenty enough about her in that manner.
His visor turns away from Monika, awkwardness lingering in the air around them.]
We can find a place elsewhere first... before visiting the conservatory.
[Somewhere private where she can help him. He turns back to her to- hopefully -point him to a place.]