peacockstop | TDM 03

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TDM 03

【 Hello, dearest guests. We hope you have been enjoying your time in the Golden Peacock and utilizing our many amenities.

Reception would like all guests to be aware that some new arrivals have been misplaced. Due to the nature of the resort, new arrivals may have been misplaced in unexpected locations. This includes your personal suites. We are very sorry for this inconvenience.

Please do not be alarmed if you come across a misplaced new arrival. We kindly request that any guests that find a misplaced new arrival escort them to the main hub, where we have arranged a central meetup where all new arrivals can claim their complimentary robes and welcome baskets.

All guests are invited to come mingle at the main hub and meet new arrivals. As always, we hope you have a pleasant day! 】

DEALER'S CHOICE

STEVE, WHERE DID YOU PUT THE NEW ARRIVALS?

The Golden Peacock has swept away the hues of winter and welcomed vibrant pops of color for a change of pace. Gone are the snow whites and cool golds. Vases of bright florals have been staged all throughout the general hubs and hallways. Statues have been cheekily decorated with bright clothes, such as charming hats and billowing dresses with cheerful prints. This peacock has cleaned up nicely, its brilliant feathers shaking with a warm palette to please the senses.

Staff are bustling during the decor turnover. While some diligent employees are steadfastly decorating the hallways with sprawling vines and spectacular blooms, others are darting back and forth in search of something. Or rather — someone. Several someones. Front reception is in an outright panic while flying over the phones and furiously slamming their hands on keyboards.

"Steve, I know you're new, but you can't just press any button that pops up on the computer screen! The new arrivals are supposed to go into temporary suites." Deborah, the head receptionist, sighs, "Now who knows where they are. I hope they're okay... I'm sure they're quite confused, wherever they wound up. Steve, stop crying. The house won't fire you for this. Probably. How's your resume looking?"

THE BATHROOM BUTTON ▷ Due to a mistake at front reception, new arrivals aren't waking up in a temporarily assigned suite like usual. All new arrivals will wake up in a bathroom somewhere in the Golden Peacock. Steve, bless his heart, chose the wrong button and directed all new arrivals to bathrooms. Why do they even have a "bathroom" button at front reception, anyway? Who is that for?!

▷ Players are encouraged to get creative and have their character wake up in any bathroom location across the resort. Please feel free to reference our LOCATIONS for ideas as to where your character might wake up. As long as it's in a bathroom, it can be anywhere. Almost all locations within the resort have a bathroom!

▷ Not even current character suites are safe. New arrivals may wake up in tubs, toilets, and showers in suite locations as well as general resort locations. For low rank rooms, the communal bathroom is also fair game for sudden new naked arrivals to wake up in.

THE MAIN LOBBY ▷ A welcome station has been set up in the main lobby. After getting their bearings and finding their way to the main lobby after an unexpected bathroom adventure, new arrivals will find racks of plush terrycloth robes and yellow tracksuits. They will also be given a welcome basket with general toiletries and snacks to get them started in the resort. Some gift baskets include special sex toys picked out just for them! They haven't tell anyone about that specific kink before? The house knows its guests well. No need to say anything at all.

▷ Front reception has arranged a welcome party to greet new arrivals and help get them more comfortable. Not because they feel extremely guilty about the bathroom mixup and are hoping that these new arrivals won't complain to the house. Definitely not! With the help of 24K and Birdbucks, new arrivals and guests alike will be treated to alcohol or coffee at the front desk's expense. The fireplaces are roaring and several couches have been set up to create a comfortable atmosphere. Some long-standing guests have joined in to tell stories about how much fun they've had at the resort while enjoying a drink by the fire.

TIME FOR BED... BUT? ▷ Due to the initial mistake at reception there are no empty suites available for new arrivals to borrow. Staff have set up twin-sized cots at the back of the main lobby for new arrivals while sprucing up the situation as a giant slumber party. All new arrivals will be assigned a cot and given a privacy screen. Unfortunately, there isn't much privacy to be had when you're shacking up in a public spot.

▷ Don't worry — this will only be until check-in has been properly completed and guests have been assigned to their correct suite. We're so sorry, please don't complain to the house! Or if you do, blame Steve!

▷ The ghost that haunts the main lobby isn't thrilled about this either. He's just a nice, low-key ghost that likes to watch people and knock over cups at Birdbucks when no one is looking. How is he supposed to do that with these people sleeping in the main lobby? In an effort to spook off these new arrivals, the ghost haunting the main lobby may whisper some odd things into their ears at night. Odd things like, "The person next to you is watching you sleep, you should run away," and "You just farted and everyone knows it was you. You should leave." Surprisingly effective, no?

In the end, Steve didn't get fired. But he did get reassigned to trash duty.

FLORAL RIOT

A STRIKE OF COLOR

【 🌸🌸🌸 Come experience new floral delights! Prepare to be ravished by a symphony of color and aroma. Romance, love, and pleasure all await within corridors of beauty. 🌸 🌸 🌸 】

Days before the grand unveiling, the gardeners of the Cloud Dwelling Garden distribute flyers announcing that their special floral exhibition is now ready for guests to enjoy. Long-standing guests vibrate in anticipation, eagerly stomping around the gardens until the ribbon is cut and the newest resort amenity has been revealed. The gardeners make a point to approach new guests and encourage them to join in on the fun, explaining that the house likes to create a new floral experience for guests every few years or so.

Exhibition opening is set for mid-month. On the 15th precisely, the gardeners line up in front of the white sheet hiding the project, each taking a turn to bow and say a few short words about how grand and generous the house is for giving them such rewarding jobs.

The curtains fall away to a wall of shockingly bright florals. Guests ooh and aahh at not only the array of shades but at the luxurious meld of so many different kinds of flowers. Wisteria and roses, lilies and carnations. Lilacs, peonies, daisies, daffodils, sunflowers. More and more and more and more. The staff explain that this flower maze is perhaps their most intricate piece of work yet and that there is grand surprise waiting at the heart. Additionally, as part of the festivities, several prizes have been hidden around the maze at dead-ends. Long-standing guests clap and cheer before charging inside.

THE FLOWER MAZE ▷ The flower maze is a winding marvel of foliage boasting over ten feet tall. Like the hedge maze, there are various twists and turns for guests to explore. This maze is a coalition of every flower thinkable, with many squared sections highlighting particular breeds. Bright pops of whites, pinks, and yellows knit with deeper purples, reds, and blues. Trees rich with blossoms hang low. Bushes rich with waxy leaves guide the way to different hidden alcoves and pockets. The flower maze is complicated and very easy to get lost in for hours. However, there is nothing magical or paranormal about it. It's just a flower maze.

▷ Guests may find statues overgrown with ivy within the maze. Despite the flower maze being a new addition to the garden, these statues are marked with age. They are weathered, having survived through the elements despite there being no real weather in the garden. Some statues are chipped and missing appendages. Despite how these old statues feel out of place in a brand new exhibit, they do not give any sense that they aren’t simply decor.

▷ Romantic gazebos have been incorporated into the design of the maze. These are popular rendezvous spots for guests to overlook the sprawling flowers and small ponds on the comfort of a small couch or a swinging bench for two. Some special gazebos have been furnished with daybeds and other comfortable furniture.

▷ Treasure chests can be found hidden throughout the flower maze. Many of these chests are filled with sex toys and lubricants to help players get into the mood to play 52, but not only sex related items are available. Some chests may have clothes, some may have treats, some may even be filled with rocks.

▷ A few mimics have snuck in alongside the treasure chests. When opened, a mimic chest will curse the opener with a horny tongue. For a short period, the cursed individual will find themselves making erotic freudian slips. "How are you doing?" may end up coming out as, "How are you fucking?" While this curse will eventually wear off on its own, the embarrassment is forever.

THE GRAND FLOWER LAWN ▷ Guests that find the heart of the maze will discover the grand flower lawn. Also called the flower sea by staff, this brilliant landscape is covered in a lush carpet of flowers in shades of blue. Blue roses are the crown jewel of the flower sea, carefully dethorned so that guests may spread out on a velvety bed of petals.

▷ It isn’t impossible for our hardworking gardeners to miss a thorn or two. Even with careful checking, a few thorns have escaped scrutinizing staff. Guests pricked by a thorn while on the rose lawn will begin to feel drowsy. Effects may range from light exhaustion to falling into deep slumber. The cure for the rose's thorn curse is a kiss. Don't worry: true love need not apply in this case.

▷ Picnic baskets are available for guests that would like relax out on the lawn. Included in the picnic basket set: a blanket and set of pillows, fruit sandwiches, champagne, small cakes, and cookies. Hot tea and coffee is also available upon request. Staff are happy to accommodate any other special requests as well. Ask and ye shall receive.

SPECIAL LAWN GAMES ▷ All guests lounging on the lawn will receive a cheerful message on their Watch: 【 WOULD YOU LIKE TO PLAY A LAWN GAME? 】

Guests that select the NO option will be left to their snoozing and merriment. Guests that select YES will receive a follow-up message.

▷ 【 Thank you for participating in the Lawn Game. Please choose one of the below options. You will be informed of what surprise task you have chosen after selecting an option. All level one tasks will reward in a small payout upon completion. All level two tasks will reward in a medium payout upon completion. All level three tasks will reward in two extra-large payouts upon completion. 】

LEVEL ONE

【 1♡ 】Serenade another player with a romantic ballad.
【 1♢ 】Perform oral sex on another player.
【 1♧ 】Discover a secret about another player.
【 1♤ 】Steal an item from another player.

LEVEL TWO

【 2♡ 】Confess any romantic crushes you may have to another player. The player need not be one of the crushes in question.
【 2♢ 】Find a unique item to use as a dildo. Allow another player to use this unique item to fuck one or more of your orifices.
【 2♧ 】Describe, in explicit detail, one of your erotic fantasies and/or desires to another player.
【 2♤ 】Take on a submissive role and please another player, either sexually or non-sexually.

LEVEL THREE

【 3♡ 】Make passionate love to another player while in the missionary position.
【 3♢ 】Engage in any sex act involving penetration on the Grand Flower Lawn with another player.
【 3♧ 】Participate in a sex act you have never engaged in before with another player.
【 3♤ 】Kidnap another player for 24 hours.

▷ Players will be prompted to select an option without knowing what the corresponding task is. The task will be sent to their Watch after they have selected an option. To see what your character is lucky enough to receive as their task, simply click the dropdown!

▷ There is no penalty for characters that wuss out and are unable to complete their prompt aside from a mocking message to their Watch,【 LOSER, LOSER, LOSER. BIG LOSER. 】

The flower maze will only last as long as the most fleeting flowers do. The flower maze will remain open to the public for several weeks, after which it will close for further remodeling.

"We'll be open again with another complex arrangement," one of the gardeners explains cheerfully. "A maze isn't fun once you've learned the layout. We'll open again after creating a whole new design for guests to enjoy. Maybe even some new flowers, too. A lot of the ones on the lawn got funky after guests came all over them..."

SMOKY NECTAR

DRIBBLE OF SWEETNESS

The conservatory is even busier than the gardens. Unlike the easygoing staff in the garden, employees in the conservatory are busy zooming to and fro with brooms while trying to get a handle on the unexpectedly huge amount of pollen. From flowers, from trees — so much pollen. The ground is coated and the air is thick. Several long-standing guests visiting the area have fallen into sneezing fits. Even with cleaning efforts to mitigate the build-up, the pollen becomes thicker as the weeks go on. Staff eventually give up on trying to sweep it away.

This pollen is not standard. Guests that inhale this pollen will begin to feel feverish and strange. Continued exposure to this pollen will heighten a desire for sex to the point of all-encompassing need. Orgasms become much more intense. Nipples are constantly hard. Guests may also be overwhelmed with the urge to "fertilize or become fertilized" — to aggressively deliver or receive cumshots. Gardeners soon realize that normal pollen has been tainted by the cross-breeding of their new spectacular fruits, resulting in an extremely potent sex pollen that affects people and animals. This sex pollen is stronger than any of the current aphrodisiacs in the resort, baffling the gardeners. They weren't even trying to make horny fruit!

The effects of the sex pollen will ease after a few days unless exposure is continued. Guests with too much exposure to the sex pollen may find themselves passing out from violently intense successive orgasms. Any guests found unconscious post-orgasm will be delivered to the Broken Wing clinic for recovery.

THE ORCHARD ▷ The gardeners are thrilled to present this season's fruit orchard. When the previously closed-off portion of the orchard opens, guests will find that some of the delicious fruit hanging on the trees are ... strange. In collaboration with the Dizzy Pigeon, the gardeners of the conservatory have crossbred several standard fruits to create new fruits with delicious, never before seen flavors. Sure, there are the typical apple and orange trees to pick from, but why not give something new a try? Each of these new breeds have been imagined with paying homage to one of the glorious suits in mind.

▷ ORANGEBERRY: A blend of oranges and blueberries. This delicious new citrus has a hard outer peel but tender flesh inside. Sweet with a slightly tart aftertaste. Bred in homage to the Diamonds suit. Those who eat this fruit may experience heightened sensitivity to touch and temperature for a short period time.

▷ PEARAPPLE: A blend of pears and pineapples. A brilliant combination of mildly sweet with a punch of tang. The outside of this large fruit is rough and prickly. Once cut into, the flesh is firm but juicy. Bred in homage to the Hearts suit. Those who eat this fruit may experience intense positive emotions, such as a sudden onset of one-sided love or excessive positivity, for a short period of time.

▷ PEAPLUMTO: A blend of peaches, plums, and tomatoes. This succulent fruit is powerfully sweet, with a fuzzy skin and silky inside. A new favorite for juicing. Bred in homage to the Clubs suit. Those who eat this fruit may find themselves being extremely impulsive for a short period of time.

▷ CHERRYUZU: A blend of cherries and yuzu. These tiny bunches of fruit are sour enough to make the strongest-willed person scrunch their face up! Small but powerful, these fruits are satisfying to bite into with a pop. Bred in homage to the Spades suit. Those who eat this fruit may experience intense negative emotions, such as sudden possessiveness or jealousy, for a short period of time.

THE BUTTERFLY DOME ▷ The butterfly dome is exploding with color. Bright dots of yellow and orange speckle greenery without restraint. An assortment of butterflies lazily fly from buttercup to tulip. These butterflies are unafraid of people and may approach guests, dusting them with the thick pollen that coats their wings before they flutter off elsewhere. The pollen here is thicker than anywhere else in the conservatory. Guests may feel the effects of the sex pollen more strongly while in the butterfly dome. Breathing in pollen for one hour in the butterfly dome is equal to breathing in pollen for several days in the rest of the conservatory.

▷ Several flowers glitter with moisture in the light. Upon closer inspection, guests will find that it isn't morning dew — it's floral nectar. Its light and smoky scent may trigger an intense desire to drink. Guests that give in to the urge and drink the nectar will find themselves overcome with unbearable thirst afterward. No amount of nectar, water, or any other beverage will satisfy. The thirst can only be satisfied by swallowing semen or vaginal fluid. The longer one goes without satisfying the thirst, the thirstier they will become.

BUNS GONE WILD ▷ The normally docile giant flemish rabbits that wander the conservatory have gotten into the spirit of 52 as well. These romantic rabbits have been mating relentlessly since the pollen hit, and now the vegetable patches have been overrun with hundreds of young rabbits looking for food. No vegetable is safe while dozens of baby rabbits are running free, not knowing that they shouldn't eat directly from the patches. Due to the recent vegetable shortage restaurants in the dining quarter have been complaining about not getting their produce deliveries. It's a real problem!

▷ The gardeners have been begging guests to assist in catching these baby rabbits. There are too many for them to catch on their own. Guests who are willing to help will be instructed to catch the young rabbits and deposit them into the large wooden pen built to house them. However, this won't be an easy job — these little rabbits are fast!

▷ While the gardeners can't offer chip payment for the help, they will happily give any guests that assist good plots of land to raise their own vegetables. Rabbit adoption is also on the table!

The sex pollen will fade out within a few weeks, when the new breeds of fruit have all been harvested and delivered to restaurants. The gardeners collectively agree to be more careful when engineering new breeds in the future. "I do think," reports one worker in the conservatory, "the house will be impressed that we've managed to engineer an even stronger aphrodisiac. Great things happen on accident!"

PETAL-STAINED LIPS

A BLOOMING DISEASE

👩‍🦰 "Hack hack, hack hack... what do you mean, 'please cover my mouth when I cough'? I'm a rank nine. Nine! You can't tell me what to do. Now, clean up this mess. I've been coughing up flower petals all day." 👩‍🦰

Wet, smudged petals scatter across the floors of the Peacock. The source is initially unclear, since the perfectly groomed flowers in their decorative vases are in perfect condition. Soon the number of guests coughing into their fists begins to rise and more soggy plants plague the hallways.

After the garden and conservatory unveil their Spring additions the clinic will begin to over-run with guests complaining of various symptoms. There aren't enough beds and there certainly aren't enough doctors and nurses to meet rising demand. Guests continue to visit the clinic complaining of some sort of flower cold while spitting up petals and leaves. Advanced cases involve a deeper spread of vines through the patient's body.

Though this illness manifests in many different ways, the head doctor in charge is quick to clock that it's the Blooming Disease working its way through the resort's population. Not an especially dangerous disease. More troublesome than anything and a mess to clean up. Luckily, there are extensive notes in their files about this particular disease and how to treat it.

THE BLOOMING DISEASE ▷ A strain of hanahaki disease is running through the resort. Unlike the typical hanahaki disease that is brought on by one-sided love, this blooming variation has no single discernible cause. The nurses muse that it is perhaps a side effect of the intense pollen from the conservatory, but this is speculation.

▷ Similar to the standard hanahaki disease, the main symptom is coughing up flower petals. However, the blooming strain manifests in many different ways, and doctors have seen variations of petals and vines creeping out from every orifice. Players are welcome to get as creative as they like with how the blooming disease presents.

▷ Doctors will make one point thoroughly clear: while medications are available to ease discomfort, the cure for this subset of hanahaki disease is sex. Only fucking another person will completely eradicate the disease. If the disease is not treated it will progress until the afflicted patient has turned into a monstrous pile of flora themselves.

▷ It is possible to catch the disease more than once. Having sex will cure it but some guests have caught the disease in quick succession, requiring multiple sessions of vigorous fucking. Doctors are unsure as to why some guests only catch the disease once while others are susceptible to catching it multiple times. The nurses gossip about how they think it's those guests particularly desperate for love that are prone to re-catching it, but again — speculation.

ALL HANDS ON DECK ▷ Without enough manpower in the clinic to meet demand, guests that have experience in the medical field have been asked to volunteer their time to help treat those suffering with the illness. Those kind enough to join in the effort to mitigate the disease will be given a full kit of medical supplies, which they will be allowed to keep once their stint in the clinic has finished. For the duration of their time working in the clinic they will be fully considered staff doctors and able to direct both employees and guests as they see fit.

▷ Guests that do not have medical experience but who wish to help in the clinic will also be accepted. While they will not have as much power as experienced guests assigned to the doctor role, they will be onboarded as nurses and given basic tasks. All nurses will be given scrubs which can be kept after their job has been completed. Nurses are expected to defer to doctors but can dictate to patients.

▷ All guests that assist in the clinic will be given an extra-large payout for their efforts. The head doctor in charge will be so grateful that he will be happy to grant any other small favors and gifts if asked. While something like taking one of the patient beds would be too much, he will turn a blind eye to guests who want to pocket items like scalpels and stethoscopes.

CLINIC ENERGY ▷ So many guests have piled into the clinic that private rooms are no longer available. Large rooms will be utilized as group hubs with many patient cots, while smaller rooms normally meant for one patient will be doubled up on. All guests staying in the clinic for treatment will be paired with at least one other patient due to space constraints. Private rooms will be available only for patients separated out for treatment with one of the doctors or nurses.

▷ All of the rooms in the clinic are fully stocked with condoms, lube, and sex toys. After the head doctor announces the cure for the disease, nurses will make sure every room has supplies available for patients to use. They will encourage guests to go ahead and get fucking since it's the only cure! While doctors and nurses are available to fuck as well, they are short-handed, so most patients will have to make do with other patients. To those stubborn guests who don't want to fuck for their health, staff will firmly explain that if the disease progresses they'll be reduced to nothing but a pile of vegetation.

▷ Patients with particularly bad cases of the disease will not be allowed to leave the clinic until they are cured. Patients that have only been lightly affected will be given a prescription to fuck and sent on their way, with strict instructions to return if they do not fuck and the disease progresses.

The height of the disease will hit toward the end of the month. Thanks to the hard work of the doctors and nurses in the clinic, cases will begin to decrease as the days pile on, with the majority of the affected guests treated and sent on their way by the beginning of May. Activity in the clinic will begin to decline as patients fuck it out and cure the disease, with only a handful of scattered cases heading past the first week of May.

PROMPT NOTES

▶ Arrival, The Bathroom Button: Multiple versions of arrival are possible. Characters may be flushed down the toilet or tub to wake up in several different locations across the resort.

▶ Gardens, The Flower Maze: While players are welcome to imagine whatever they like in these chests, we do ask there be some limits. Characters should not find their special awesome sword or other personal items that were taken away by the resort upon arrival, for example. Items that would generally be available within resort stores or without regains are fine.

▶ Conservatory, General: While this location is currently being influenced by sex pollen, players that do not enjoy this kink may have their character immune to its effects. This will not affect engaging in the hanahaki prompt.

▶ Conservatory, The Orchard: Players are encouraged to get creative with effects from these fruits. While we've offered a couple suggestions, any of the affiliated suit's effects are available to tap into. For example, consumption of Orangeberry, aka the Diamonds fruit, can cause any Diamond-adjacent physical effects.

▶ Broken Wing Clinic: Players are allowed to get as delicate or grotesque with the presentation of the Blooming Disease as they’d like; you can even use this as an opportunity to engage in some vine-y bondage play. From the medical perspective, feel free to envision access to any sort of equipment you’d like, so long as it makes sense within a (sexy) clinical setting.

OOC NOTES

GAME UPDATE | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS
BLANKET CW: Altered States; Aphrodisiacs; Body Horror (potential); Dubcon; Illnesses; Medical Play; NSFW Language; Paranormal; Somnophilia; Sex Pollen; Sex Toys

▶ All new characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Rank and suits are assigned upon acceptance. Your new character's suit will not manifest until they are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's April event.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Current characters posting to the TDM should note they are currently in-game in the subject line.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only.
▶ If you aren't satisfied with the prompts on this TDM please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort.

▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game, the thread will not be applicable toward rewards as that character would not have a card value.
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.

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Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ She doesn't mind his hand. She never does. But hell if that hand isn't distracting. It's taking every ounce of focus she has not to have a tiny freakout. A happy freakout, mind, but a freakout all the same. Because speaking of that club, words cannot describe the envy she felt when she was forced to watch a moment like this. A moment she should've had all to herself...

Focus. He said something. She'll keep earning her "weird" label if she doesn't answer. ]

Ahaha. It does. That's what makes it so fun. Everything's so absurd, but...you can't help but love it. [ Then she nods. ] Alice is a little girl, so you get to see all this through a child's eyes.

[ Something wistful slips into her voice when she says: ] Just like when you have to learn all about a life you've never known before.

[ Oops. Too real! Back to reading, then. ]

So she was considering in her own mind, (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid,) [ Sounds familiar... ] whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a white rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her. There was nothing so very remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it so very much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, "Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be too late!” (when she thought it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural); but when the Rabbit actually took a watch out of its waistcoat-pocket, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket or a watch to take out of it, and...

[ The adventure continues. Monika's definitely attempting voices for each character, too, because it'd feel criminal not to. She has way too much fun with it, and an absolute blast with whatever poems she comes across. Eventually, she decides to take a break on a page where the writing twists and turns to look like an actual tail. And they haven't even gotten to the most whimsical parts! ]

Hey. Question.

[ She's being polite again! Alice is having an effect on her, the proper little lady that she is. ]

I know you're super old and all, but...do you remember being a kid?

[Soundwave, being the good listener than he is, is silent as Monika read the passages. Child's eyes, huh... There isn't really much of a childhood for Cybertronian, since it'll only take about two weeks after one is born to be considered an adult. He knows it's not the same for humans, though. Apparently, it takes years for them to . What an odd flaw, but he keeps that to himself. Hopefully this book will serve him to learn a thing or two.

An amused huff escapes him when she starts doing voices for the characters. So much for telling him she won't be doing any voices. But it's fine. Monika seems to be having fun doing those voices, and in turn, it makes his spark warm seeing her overjoyed in her reading, especially when she starts reading poem in her melodic tone of hers.

Her question gets him to tilts his head.]

I.... Do not.

[Discomfort suddenly shivers into his being. A part of him want to just keep it to himself, reluctant to share his past, but... there is an urge in him that Monika should at least know about himself. So, he starts.]

I do not retain my early memories. Not because I am forgetful...

[He always keeps records of things.]

You know I have powerful hearings. I was born with this... ability. Some sort of mutation in the coding? A gift from Primus, our God? I do not know, and still have not found an answer. But the moment I was forged, I can hear... All sorts of noises all around me with no way to block them all off. I had no help because I was... "weird". A freak. The government back then labelled me an "outcast" because of this superpower and I was forced to live on the street with no aid, leaving me to deal with the noises alone.

[His arm around her stomach clutches her closer, for comfort, but his tone remains even.]

All of my early memories are gone, destroyed by overload of information forced into me by my own uncontrolled hearings, before.... friends found me and taught me the art of focus.

[Then, he stays silent for a moment, tightening his embrace around her, just a smidge so she isn't feeling discomfort.]

I apologize. You... Should continue reading.

[He didn't mean to bring the mood down.]

[ Her face falls. Oh. That was probably not a good question to ask...

Granted, she knew it wasn't going to be good for her, either. Just like someone seeking a dangerous thrill they know they should avoid, she was hoping to hear things that would fill her with wonder, much like Alice's adventures. Then, just for a little while, she could experience his happiness vicariously. One of her typical selfish desires that she rationalizes isn't so bad, since all she's doing is asking questions.

Well. You know what they say about curiosity and the cat.

She shuts the book, keeping their place with her hand. ]

I'll keep going in a bit. [ Maybe. ] Sorry. I just thought...maybe you'd had at least one happy, innocent time in your life.

[ Her eyes drop down to her lap, the cheerful cover of the book almost garish now. ] That's awful, Soundwave. You can't help that your hearing is that good. I can't even imagine...

[ And maybe it was even a divine power? Scary. Thankfully, she's assuming this scary superpower of his involves only hearing sounds. Fitting for someone with his name! But, with that assumption, it's making his treatment seem all the more unfair. Anger builds inside of her, an intense flash fire that consumes her in seconds. ]

I wish I could hurt everyone that made you hurt that bad. Every single one. You couldn't help who are. You can't help what hand you were dealt...

[ Her voice is trembling. Tears from her fury are welling up in her eyes. If he gets a sense of her emotions with the true power he has, he's going to feel nothing but an unadulterated desire to kill. The feelings are so intense, she nearly rips the pages her hand is over. ]

I'm glad you found friends who could help you. [ In this moment, not even her typical jealousy can cut through the rage. ] If they were able to give me the chance to meet the version of you that you were meant to be, then...I owe them a lot.

[ She looks up as her tears roll down her cheeks, fierce determination in her expression. ]

I told you. We'll be weird together. Always.

[Monika suddenly shutting the book has his optics resetting behind the visor. He doesn't really blame her for asking what is a reasonably innocuous question. However, he isn't the right mech to direct such a question to, as Monika learned. He can't say that there isn't at least a couple of happy, innocent time in his early life. Though that is still during the time where he's living off on the street with his friends. Just them huddled up together for warmth under a broken shelter.

That was ages ago. A life he's thankfully escaped, but unforgettable memory.

The air grow somber and awkward. Guilt to start to seep within him, regrets that the admittance has ruined the lighthearted mood they were going for. Then there's a taste of red hot fury in the air, and the source of it coming from none other than Monika herself. Her words are laced with fury

His visor stares down at Monika's teary face, the righteous fury in her eyes that could kill a person if they dared look her way.]

Monika...

[His hand reaches to her face once again. Careful to not hit an eye, as he tries to catch her tear with his large digit, just the slightest of brush on her skin.]

I fear you may be too late for that, as those who were responsible for my home's horrid system are long dead. [Maybe there were some random citizens in there that jeered at him before that is still alive to this day, but who really cares about them.] But I appreciate the sentiment, all the same.

[He won't chastise her for wanting to hurt - or kill -those who had wronged him in the past. After all, that same exact fury that's swelling inside Monika is the same exact fury that swelled in him when he saw how other lesser Cybertronians are treated by those higher up.

Soundwave falls to silence. It would be great if Monika could meet his friends. But alas.... they aren't as fortunate as him to be alive. Or, perhaps... Maybe one day that the hotels deemed it worthy to bring them here alive, just as they did with him, albeit a temporary stay.

Not wanting to upset the mood further, he simply gives Monika a small nod.]

I owe them, because they saved my life. And... I owe you, too. For keeping me company and be... weird with me.

Oh. Right. That makes sense. [ She laughs weakly. ] Sometimes I forget you're dinosaur-aged...

[ She could sense the change in atmosphere. A little joke helps, right?

There's a sigh. At least his touch had felt nice. He's always trying to be so careful with her, she can tell. So fragile, isn't she? If she'd wanted to do anything to right the wrongs he'd faced, there's no way she could manage it. What would she do, try to find a gun? Even then, just being up against Soundwave's body, she figures that'd be as good as throwing a rock at him. At this point, she's convinced nothing short of a nuke could take his kind out.

Her head leans against him while she wipes away the other fallen tear. No point in worrying herself over something she can't fix. Her anger fades, and she's left with a feeling of warmth. At least she has him. ]

Thank you for doing the same for me.

[ A silence follows, definitely an awkward one. Mainly on her end, though. A thought's hit her, one that's uncomfortable. Mostly because she finds herself wondering if she's really going to offer what she's considering. It's a strange feeling, wanting to share...

For now, she closes the book. It won't be hard to find where they left off, considering the page is so unique. ]

You can ask me something. Anything you want. It's only fair after I made you remember all that uncomfortable stuff.

Very funny.

[That gets a light poke on her cheek.

Though it does the job of lightening the mood. Just a smidge. The atmosphere is still awkward, even with Monika's justified anger dying down. At least him rubbing his finger on her cheek feels nice...

At her appreciation, Soundwave gives him a quiet nod, before the awkward silence fall. Ah, he wouldn't even know what to say in this moment, having shared something uncomfortable from his past. All he could really do now is continue hugging Monika from behind, until she's ready to read again, whenever she's ready.

It doesn't seem like he needs to say anything, as Monika suddenly makes an offer. An offer that surprises him, frankly. Anything he wants? Part of him is curious about her... well, he's not sure if he could call it home if she hated it, but another part of him doesn't want to push her to talk about a topic she's likely uncomfortable with, even if she said it's only fair given the uncomfortable truth he shared about this past. After a moment of deliberation, he eventually decides to ask something, cautiously.]

Do you... Have a happy memory at all? Back where you are from. Of friends? Anything?

[ The poke gets a giggle out of her, at least. Things feel a little better after that. Well, for all of a few seconds. That question...

The regret's swift and strong. There's only one answer to that question, and it involves talking about someone that makes her most uncomfortable of all to bring up around Soundwave. That's not even touching on the guilt that comes with it. Here she is in someone else's arms, ticking off one moment after another that was meant to be shared with the Player.

All she can do is what she does best: lie. With a shrug of one shoulder, she does her typical "laughing off the pain" thing, since anything else would be suspicious. ]

No. Not really. But that's why I'm making plenty of happy memories here~

[ And the Player will hate her for that. But...maybe they'll look over this one thing. Plus a million other things. Also a million other things she's yet to do and knows she will, because they're inevitable in a place that has sex as a focus. ]

Sorry. I wish I had a better answer for you. Maybe ask something else?

[ Avoiding anything to do with the past would be great! ]

[Hmmmm, the answer seems like she isn't ready to share. Especially what he's sending from her. Alas, it's a shame, but he isn't going to push her to answer an uncomfortable question. Or, open up more about her past. Only when she's willing.]

I see. I... Hope I'll be able to keep making happy memories with you.

[And judging from all the time they're able to be together, she seems plenty happy to be with him. He keeps poking and brushing her cheek, sort of as a way of distraction while he thinks or another question.]

What made you become interested in writing poetry?

[That seems like a good enough question to ask. Something she likes doing.]

Of course you will! [ Is he ticklish? She's going to try tickling him. ] Because I'm going to force you to have more fun than you're ready for~

[ ...Fun that apparently won't happen until they get past this Q&A session she's regretting more and more. Inwardly, she cringes. What happened to avoiding the past? There are plenty of questions that involve only the past few hours!

All the poking and brushing gets a pout out of her, because she has a feeling if she doesn't start being at least a little truthful, he's going to eventually ask a question that'll make her hide in one of her closets. ]

Well, that's an...interesting question. It's complicated? Writing poems was kind of built into my game, so...

[ Hmm. Sharing that wasn't too bad. Fine, he's earned a little more. ]

I didn't let that limit me, though. I wrote what I wanted, not what the game wanted to pigeonhole me into. It was one of the things I had real control over...

[ But was that her, or was that--she doesn't even want to think the word, but--was it...programming? She shakes off the thought before it can drag her deeper into the same dark depths that make it hard to fall asleep at night. ]

Even when I share poems with someone, the feelings I write are just mine. No one can take it from me. So...it makes me happy?

[ While she sounds unsure, some weight has lifted off her shoulders. Weird. ]

Stop that.

[Stop tickling him! It'll just make him poke her cheek harder, but he does stop with the poking when she's answering the question.

Ah, he didn't know that writing poetry is a... game mechanic? in her game. Since he learned today that Monika likes writing poetry, he's made the assumption that it's an interest she developed here when she got the freedom she sought for.]

I did not know that it was built into your game.

[At least he sounds apologetic that he keeps bringing her back to the past.]

As you said, it is your very own words you write down on the paper. It comes from your... heart, and nothing else. And... you seem to enjoy it when you get to share your poems with people.

[He rests a hand atop her head, lightly stroking her head in an attempt to comfort and reassurance. Well, he's satisfied with her answer, and the less said about her game, the better for her, right?]

I believe... that is enough questioning. We've taken too much time away from the book.

[ Oh, so he is ticklish! She'll stop. Until she's ready to attack him with it again, anyway, which will probably be sooner rather than later.

Besides, opening up has dampened her mood, just a little. If he were anyone else, she'd probably have gently requested for him to leave so she could mope in peace. Luckily for him, he's one of the few that can get away with making her think about things she normally tries to ignore. ]

With a title like "Doki Doki Literature Club!", I guess you'd probably expect it? [ She sighs. ] But...I am glad I could share with you. You're one of the only ones I've felt comfortable enough to do that with here. It's nice to have someone to share with again.

[ What a fun reminder of how alone she usually is. If not for the headpats, she definitely would've started moping. Her sigh is more of a relaxed one this time, her eyes closing as she rests her head against him. ]

Mm. Just a few more minutes of this. The book's not going anywhere. [ Instead of tickling, she gently strokes his chest. ] I might switch to a different one anyway. Something a little more serious. Unless you're that invested in what Alice is getting up to? Ahaha.

[ Her head pushes up into his touches, trying to get more out of him. ] This is a little random, but. Can you...sleep next to me again tonight?

[Is that what the game is called? Okay, maybe he would've expected it, if he had known that.]

I'm invested in whatever book Monika is reading at the moment.

[Basically, she can do whatever she wants, he'll stay here with her and listen. Her touches make his vents sigh softly, leaning forward ever so slightly to feel more of her hand stroking his chest. Seeing that she likes the headpat, Soundwave gives her some more stroking and petting, too. She deserves them.

The question gets Soundwave to pause his headpatting, head tilting to a side. Then, he releases an amused huff.]

... I can. In fact.... I will always say yes to that.

[Soundwave is too used to having someone next to whenever he recharges. Even if he doesn't look or act like it, he does yearn for companionship. It reminds him just how alone he is in the resort, without her. And the first night when they sleep together, it was nice. It's no surprise that he'll want to sleep next to Monika again.]

Monika, you do not need to ask for next time. You can simply tell me that you want me to, and I... gladly sleep with you.

[ She chuckles, nuzzling against him as she keeps running her fingers against him, seeing as he's so generously returning her attention and giving her tingly feelings all over. Way to make her feel like she's got absolute power over him all the time! ]

There you go again, making me feel like a queen. Always giving me exactly what I want~

[ Ahh, why can't everyone be like this? She can read whatever she wants. Get touched whenever she wants. She can sleep comfortably whenever she wants...

She chuckles again, setting her book aside so she can finally bring her legs in closer. She's a content cat purring in his lap. Good luck getting her to move now! ]

I guess we'll be finding out if you'll break my bed, too? [ He gets a hard poke. ] Because you're always going to be next to me now. Or else I'll just make a bed right here in your lap whenever you go to sleep~

You are my... friend. I want to make you feel... special.

[.... More than a friend actually, but that is not something he's willing to say at this moment, or even acknowledge within himself. Back to denial. But that aside, he's giving his friend special treatment! Whether Monika truly deserves it or not, doesn't really matter to him because he wants to make her happy. Anything for his first friend, here.

Maybe now Monika realizes she has a loyal friend by her side who's willing to do anything she wants. Most anything, but given he pretty much let Monika beat him to a pulp, there's a lot he's willing to let slide jsut for her.

His optics reset in surprise behind the visor when she settles too comfortably on him. What, is she planning to sleep on him? Is that what's going on? Fine, if they'll not going to read right now, he can allow some snuggling. Soundwave rests his metal hand the side of Monika's head, bringing her ear closer to rest on his chest to listen to his hum, fingers brushing her other cheek now.]

And if I break the bed? Will I be covering the damage? [And she gets a tickle to her side for that hard poke AND that tickling from earlier.] I doubt I'll make for a comfortable bed. And don't even entertain the idea of placing the mattress on top of me.

[ Friend, huh? A friend he wants to make feel special. There's probably a word for that, but being the writer she is, she definitely can't imagine what it could be! ]

Lucky you. You do that without even trying!

[ Special. So special. Which means it's time to be a gremlin again. As much as she lov--likes her favorite sound, she has to do this on a set schedule, or else it leads to bashing his head in with champagne. This is all for his benefit! ]

If you break it, I think you know what we have to do. [ The poking wars have begun, because she's pokepokepoking right back. It's the price he must pay for tickling her! ] You're...fixing it to save money! Until you do that...

[ Snuggle time's over for the time being. She pops up and starts climbing the Soundwave mountain. She needs to poke at his head for full effect. ]

I'll cover you with pillows and sleep on your chest! And the best part? [ POKEPOKEPOKE! ] You can call me cute as soon as I wake up without having to move~

[ As if she's going to let that slide ever again, especially after that scandalous confession in the maze. ]

Waveypoo thinks I'm cute~ Cute, cute, cute~

[ Is she the same age as Alice...... ]

[Oh, is she returning her pokes? Well then, he's going to keep poking her back because he's just that petty.]

What are you--

[Oh Primus, she's climbing him again. And she's poking his head, too.... What is this? He's been very nice to her this whole time, and he gets a gremlin in return!

Of course, this poking war isn't going to make him a flushed mess, but then Monika just had to drop a devastating bomb. His blush has been present ever since he gave her a piggyback ride, but it was faint throughout it all. Until now. When she starts insinuating that he thinks she's cute (which is true), it gets his faceplate blushes bright blue and intensifies the glow of his red visor.]

Stop that. [Not the poking war, because he's poking her back. But stop saying he thinks Monika's cute!] Do not expect me to do that unreasonable request.

[He'll only do that when she's sleeping peacefully! Except for that time he screwed up and called her cute without realizing she was actually awake, which... was also the first night they slept together. But regardless, calling her cute when she's blissfully unaware in her sleep is the only reasonable way!

All this dumb poking has him remember something from earlier.]

Do you have your notebook with you, Monika? The deal we made earlier, I was... Supposed to write on your notebook to "pay" for you reading your poems to me. [A pause, then he gives her cheek a hard poke, poke, poke.] I finally thought of something to write down.

[ Booooo. Fun police have arrived again! But it's fine. One, she got him to be a blushing mess again. Two, that request...

Her expression softens, and he's earned some affectionate rubs to his faceplate. After she giggles and rubs at her cheek, anyway. His pokes weren't gentle! ]

I think I have one nearby. Hold on.

[ Impulsively, she adds in a kiss to his "cheek", then she begins climbing down. Slowly! Carefully! She doesn't need to reawaken Fussywave.

She glances around, then pads over to a table that has books and such covering it. It's a mess, but it's a well-organized mess. It takes a moment to search through it, but eventually she pulls out a notebook. This one's mainly for writing down things that she likes from the books she reads. Small things to inspire her, something he'll see if he flips through. Once she snags the longest pen she's got, she moves back over to him, clutching everything close to her chest. ]

I'm trusting you with this, okay? It's important to me, so...be gentle. And don't write anything mean!

[ She takes a breath, then hands it over. No big deal. Just giving him one of her most precious things to use. It's fine! ]

I'll order room service while you do that. Just in case you need some time, on account of your big alien hands. [ She shuffles awkwardly, waffling on if she should stay around. Ultimately, she decides to give him some space. ] Come join me when you're done, okay?

[ He gets a fond glance, then she turns and leaves, her heart fluttering with nervousness and excitement. ]

[Oh, the rubbing and kissing. It only makes his blush worse, but the affection gestures do a fine job of making him stop from getting the last poke. He won't fuss over her so much when she's being all affections and soft, but he does help hold Monika's hands while she climbs down him.

Taking the notebook and pen off her hands, Soundwave gives her a silent nod as she walks away, before looking down at the notebook in his hand. Hm, these items on his hand certainly looks small. Hopefully, he won't have too much trouble jotting down the words in his head. So, very carefully as to not tear the fragile paper, he flips through the notebook until he finds an empty page. A part of him is curious about the things she writes in this notebook, but he only takes a mere glance at one page and quickly scans the writing.

She really is a nerd, huh. Okay, he isn't going to write something like that down. That'll be mean.

Once he finds an empty page, Soundwave holds the pen in hand. Um, tries his best to hold it without breaking it half. Ah... This is oddly difficult. This is Monika's belonging, and he doesn't want to break it.

Wow, okay... Human-made pen sucks so much for a mech like him. His hands are too big and this pen, long as it is, is still small for him. Why can't they just write on datapads like normal people? Ugh, well he can't blame whoever designs the pen because they likely wasn't expecting a giant mech to be using it. Anyway, at least he has a solution for this.

A bit of wasteful energy, but a solution none the less. He materializes his holoavatar to do the writing for him. There, now it's easier for him. Nervousness suddenly creeps up when he holds the tip of the pen above the blank page, hand shaking but he still it. Why he is getting so nervous? He knows what to write, it's all in his head. He tells himself it should be fine. Whatever it is he'll write, Monika is likely to appreciate it regardless, right?

With this reassurance in his head, he begins to write, letting his hand moves on its own and the pen flowing freely on the page with ease.

It doesn't take long at all. By the time Monika finishes ordering room service, Soundwave- in his real body -is already emerging out of the room and walks towards wherever Monika is waiting for him. Then, ]

Here. It is... My first writing on paper and in English.

[Just a subtly way of saying don't judge his handwriting too much. Anyway, when she takes the notebook of his hand, he'll turn his head-- No, he'll turn his entire body away when she opens the notebook, fully expecting her to do so.

And when she finds the page, this is what she'll find.]

You flare, you flicker, you fade
And the world is a darker place without you.

- Soundwave

[His handwriting is clean, the letters are all in large capital letters and in block script but neatly written. Soundwave doesn't want to see her reaction, but he sneaks a glance behind his shoulder, anyway. Was it good enough? Gentle enough? Sad? ... Too depressing?]

O-Oh! [ She pauses in the middle of carrying her tray of food over to her cozy little dining area, blinking at him. ] Wow. You must've written something really mean, huh? That barely took you any time!

[ The tray's set down on the dining table, then she takes the notebook from him, still blinking in surprise. Her nervous, excited energy is getting more intense. While she's expecting to see Monika stinks! on the page, she's eager to see it all the same. Something just for her...

It's tempting to ask what his usual language is called, but she'll save it for another time. As she takes a seat, she flips through the notebook. Are her hands shaking? Nope, just a trick of the light. ]

Like I said, you didn't have to put in that much effort. [ She can't help a warm smile at the pages. ] I appreciate it, though.

[ Turn, turn, turn, then...there it is. She doesn't take in the words just yet, instead noting how austere it is at a glance. Her head lifts as she's about to say something about it, but--why is he turned away? What a dork...

With a huff of a laugh, she looks down and finally reads. Then goes completely still.

A seemingly endless silence hangs in the air. So few words, and she feels each one was the strike of a sledgehammer. So few words, and each one's stolen her breath away to the point that she can't form even one word for him. Already, she knows she can never use this notebook again. It has to be tucked away safely, always kept somewhere that no one care dare to find it but her. This resort has granted her many treasures, but she's not sure if anything can top this.

She reads it again. Again, again. Soon enough, it's all blurring before her. The tears in her eyes have obscured her vision too much. Still, her head comes up to look his way. Thank God for his abilities, because any other person wouldn't have been able to hear her whispers. ]

You wrote this. For me...

[ Slowly, she shuts the notebook, then carefully sets it aside on the far end of the table. Another eternity of silence follows, then she speaks again. ]

Come pick me up. Please.

[Soundwave is silent. Not even the her tease gets the usual grumble out of him. He's painfully aware how silly it is for him to turn away from her, but he's not sure if he could look at her reaction directly.

The near quiet flap of the pages turning gets to him, but not nearly as much when the sound suddenly stops. That could only mean one thing. Monika has found the page with his writing for her. Soundwave tries to focus on... whatever object is in front of him, not wanting to... spoil himself on what he could sense from her reading his writing. He.... He wants it to be surprise.

But the wait is killing him.

However long the silence actually last in reality. For Soundwave, it feels like an eternity. The deafening silence brings back the nervousness that crept up in him earlier. But still doesn't dare to fully turn her way, arms folded, his hands grip hard around his metal that it cringes, waiting for a reaction. A word. Anything. To break this endless silence.

It's only when he hears the whispered words coming out of her shaky lips that Soundwave finally turns back to her. There, he sees the tears threatening to leak out of her eyes. His arms falls and dangles to his side.

Come pick me up. Please

Without a word, he reaches his hand out to her face, shaking subtly as he wipes the tear rolling down on one cheek, then cups it for a second before it goes down to her shoulder.

The lightest of squeeze there, before that hand moves again to her back, and then his other arm wraps around her waist. Slowly, he picks her up in a gentle but firm embrace, gently tugs her up and up, until her face is on the same level as his. His visor glow brighter, making it nearly impossible for her reflection to be seen on him.

Another silence follows. He doesn't know what to say. Though... there isn't anything to say, is there. He could see in the expression on her face, the emotions emanating out of her, the tears that wet her cheeks... She must've felt strongly about it. But, somehow, for reasons he can't quite grasp, he wants to her hear thoughts. Not in her emotions or mind, but to hear them coming out from her own lips.]

Do you... like it?

[ Her eyes close when he approaches, and a breath she'd been letting out catches in her throat before finally fully escaping. She never thought she'd get so used to metal, that it'd feel just as amazing as skin. To think she craves it so much now.

A few more tears slide down as he lifts her, but at last, she's giving a watery smile, hinting at her true feelings. The warmth radiating off her could rival his body's. There's so much more, though. There's still the nervousness and excitement, of course, but now happiness joins it. Gratefulness. And... ]

I love it, Soundwave.

[ It's about as close as she'll get to letting off that feeling through words. She can easily rationalize it as being the main emotion swirling around his poem, but there's no denying how connected she feels to him. Another dream's become reality. Her life that's been so full of nothingness has more meaning. How can she feel anything but love for that?

Her hand reaches out to hold his faceplate, much the same as he'd held her cheek a few moments before. She keeps her eyes on that glowing visor, no matter how much the red light vaguely stings them. ]

I don't think I'll ever need anything else.

[ She tips forward, her hands sliding down to his chest. It's crazy, feeling this way about someone she's only been able to have the most fleeting of moments with. She knows better, though. A feeling this strong will come whenever it pleases. There's no fighting when Cupid's arrow will strike. ]

My life will never be as bright without you in it.

[ Further in she goes, and her hands slide up to grasp the sides of his head. Her fingers press in, shaking hard, and she kisses his faceplate with all the passion she'd given his masked avatar earlier. There may not be lips there, but it doesn't matter.

Nothing matters, as long as she can have him. ]

[Love....

Hearing the word coming out of her mouth, it feels like his spark temporarily went into a flat line before it overheats with life again. A part of him wants to see it as a confirmation for she truly felt about him, what they both are feeling towards each other. The rational part of him tells him that she's saying that she loves the poem and that's it... Or, perhaps, that isn't his rational thoughts talking? Given everything she's done to him, the poems she created for him... It should be clear that the connection they share matters a lot more than mere friendship.

Nevertheless, it is indeed undeniable that Monika feels a deep connection with him. And so does he.]

Monika...

[Before any other chocked words manage to escape his vocalizer, Monika has pressed her lips on his faceplate. While he could continue talking, he opts not to, as to not ruin this moment. Just let the silence between them

The passionate feelings firing from her lips on his faceplate reaches deep within him, much like how she kissed him earlier with the masked avatar. But this is still surprising that Monika still replicate that passion, as there isn't any vague shape of lips on the faceplate. Figuring she might be taking the kiss a while, Soundwave makes himself comfortable and sits on the floor, leaning his back on some drawer while his hands.

He can't exactly kiss back in this room, though he is trying by leaning his head forward for something deep with varying success, but his hands will make up for it. One hand slides up her spine and rests on the back of her head, encouraging her to not stop while the other hand slides down her side and to her leg, giving the lightest squeeze he could muster on her plush skin, gently coaxing her to flush her body against his warm metal.

Once again, the kiss is simply too nice to let go. Much like the kiss they had earlier on the bed with his avatar, sex may just ruin the moment. While his touch may be accidentally sensual (thanks to how big his hands are), he hopes this unspoken understanding continues. ]

[ A lack of lips isn't going to stop her. Nothing will. She's someone who was prepared to spend an eternity imagining a relationship with an unseen person, limited only to whatever words she could spout at them. Only having a faceplate to work with? Mere child's play!

Because she's kissing him like she has a typical face to work with. Her lips meet an invisible pair. She ravishes his cheeks. Nuzzles up under his chin and jaw and plants kisses there, too. And as he brings her closer, presses her up against his body, she only gets more intense with her affection. Her hands rove over his face and neck as if they were any other. The only difference is that he's hers.

Her teeth nip at the same spot she's designated to be his chin, very lightly. She's wild with want, but not so dumb to try and chip a tooth. Maybe biting at his neck would be easier? Maybe she'll attempt it soon. ]

Your hands are so...mm...

[ They're overwhelming in the best way ever. He may be trying to avoid being sensual, but their size alone makes them away. There's a soft moan as she kisses his "lips" again, a finger sliding down one of his vents. ]

Ahaha. Sometimes I wonder what they'd be like if you were your normal size.

[ Her head lowers to kiss at the top of his chest. She's going to keep finding places to kiss like it's her sole duty! ]

You'd give the best hugs ever, wouldn't you? [ She lifts her head to giggle at him. ] Not that you don't already.

[ Her look's incredibly fond as she explores more of his face with her wandering finger. ]

Thank you. What you did, it--it means more than you know.

[The kisses and nuzzles are all nice. They've always been nice and never feel anything less than nice. It's almost overwhelming. Monika's affection. But he doesn't want her to stop giving them to him, more and more. He "kisses" back. He nuzzles back. And when her lips explore around his jaw, Soundwave leans his head back so Monika can plant her kisses easily under his chin. Not even the nip to his chin could get his fussy side out of him. Ah, it almost feels like her lips has pressed on every surface of his faceplate.

His body shiver as her hands roam his neck. The metal that makes up his neck sensitive, but is still metal as the rest of him. Unfortunately. But if she attempts it, his neck has the slightest of give compared to his chin.]

Shall I stop?

[He asks while his fingers trace her thigh. The hand on the back of her hand moves away to gently grab her wrist and pulls it away from his face, so they could interlace their fingers, as best they could given their sheer size difference.]

I doubt I could easily embrace you as I do now. [The thought of his thirty feet tall self hugging Monika, this small human, is an amusing imagination, though.] At least you could sit on my shoulder in my normal size.

[Even his chest is a target for her kisses, huh. He'd silently encourage her exploring and find places where she could kiss him. Maybe he might even learn where he would like her to kiss him.]

You're welcome, Monika. [A quiet moment washes over them again, as Soundwave appreciates the fond face staring up in front of him, burning the look of her face in his mind. ... A look he hopes he only gets.]

I will have to... Give back your affections soon. [Not that he isn't trying, but unlike his avatar, he has to be so gentle and conscious with his touches to her.] I doubt you would complain having... both of my forms sleeping with you.

[A Soundwave sandwich, if you will.]

[ Her gaze turns to their linked hands and her smile softens. It's almost absurd, how much smaller her hand is in comparison. As usual, it reminds her of how small she is and just how easily he could display his kind's superiority...but he never does. He treats her so delicately, so sweetly and gently.

No matter how difficult it is, she finds a way to get their fingers together. How else will she be able to pull his hand over and kiss each of his fingers? ]

I never want you to stop, you sweetie pie of a mech.

[ After his fingers have sufficiently been showered with affection, she brings their linked hands to her chest and holds them over her heart. It's her turn to shiver at how happy that makes her feel. ]

I'm sure you'd figure something out if we had to deal with that. You have every time so far. And if not? [ Finally, she snags a quick kiss to his neck. ] I guess I'd have your shoulder~

[ Again, nothing's going to deter her from being affectionate. Hell, if she has to stick with only kissing his avatar while he holds the two of them in his hands, so be it. Not that it's anything she has to actually worry herself over, but it's fun to think about.

But speaking of his avatar, what he says makes her blink in surprise. If he saw any meerkats while he wandered with elephants, the way her head popped up would definitely remind him of them. ]

Wait. [ Her mouth opens and closes a few times. Is this real life? ] I could get cuddled from both sides?

[ The cogs turn more... ]

I'm not hungry! [ She points towards her room with her free hand, nearly slipping down his front from her eagerness to do so. ] Let's go rest!

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