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Lance wasn't going to use pick up lines. He was better then that.
Except then he did. And realized one could be good at pick up lines. (As good as one can get speaking abominations into existence)
Lance can't let this stand. Walter is Too Smug about his pick up lines and Lance is determined to beat him at his own game.
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- Part 4 of Casual Spies
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15 May 2026
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Lance considers it for a moment, what it might take to request that Walter not dick himself down with his giant glittery purple dildo while he’s living here. However, it somehow sits weirder to imagine enforcing that boundary than just turning a blind eye to whatever happens in this room. He sighs, thumbing at the bridge of his nose in resignation . “Nah, it’s fine. I mean, I wouldn’t have even known if the box didn’t break, so—you do you, man. Just. Do you quietly. I better not hear any suspicious sounds coming from under the door in the middle of the night, ok?”
Walter grins, crooked incisor flashing in a way that tugs peculiarly at Lance’s insides. “Don’t worry. I can be quiet.”
And Lance really wishes those words would quit resounding on a loop in his head like a heartbeat.
Or, Lance sees Walter's dildo and can't stop thinking about it.
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15 May 2026
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“Can I give you some serum so you can be a pigeon tonight?” Walter spills, eyes pleading, mouth twisting into a pout as he cranes his neck to look pitifully up at him.
Lance stares, sort of offended. It wasn’t what he was expecting, though he’s not sure there was an expectation in the first place. Not really, he has no idea what Walter is ever talking about most of the time. “What?! Why? Boy, I swear, you like me better as a bird than a man. You’re always trying to get me to—”
“I don’t—I don’t like you better,” Walter slurs, rolling into his back to stubbornly stare at the ceiling. He’s wearing his apron, still, and the frills bunch around his pink face like a Shakespearean collar. “It’s not that.”
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15 May 2026
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“Are you—is this one of those times when you feel like a kid?” he asks gently, not wanting to get too carried away and suggest they pause the movie in favor of heading into his bedroom if Walter is a distinctly not-sexy headspace. Lance doesn’t know how this thing works, exactly, and he wants to be respectful.
“Um. Yes,” Walter admits, hiding his face even more, cheeks hot against Lance’s throat.
Lance pulls his hand out of the onesie. “That’s fine, we don’t have to—“
“No,” Walter says suddenly, reaching for Lance’s wrist and guiding it right back where it was. “I…I like it. When you touch me.”
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15 May 2026
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"Even after Aurora gave me the gift of true free will, I held onto my weapons," Ramattra says. "I was treated like a rabid animal and my kin were put down like they were before my very eyes. This is an experience that is, ironically, so human. But to an empirically limited number... that is an experience only Omnics hold."
Emre's surprised to feel a hand slide down the length of his thigh. Gently hooking his hand under Emre's knee, Ramattra raises his leg.
"There's no ports on my legs," Emre gets out, blushing.
Ramattra looks for another moment, then hums. He rests the limb back on the cold ground gently. "You do not share that experience, but we are so much more alike than you may realize."
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13 May 2026