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Time Meet Your Moosey Fate!

Jun 07, 2011 11:47

Who: GIR and Natsuo
When: TUESDAY
Where: Room 11A
Summary: Extreme cuteness. And VIOLENCE. YAY VIOLENCE.
Rating: Uhh. PG-13+? Probably not + though. HOW CAN ANYTHING INVOLVING GIR BE RATED R I MEAN SERIOUSLY
Warnings: Violence. Both possibly direct and indirect. Maybe cuddles. And a mix of violence and cuddles. Violent cuddling.

( I gonna punch you in the mouth now, kay!? )

natsuo, gir

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one_eyed_zero June 7 2011, 15:53:30 UTC

Natsuo woke with a start. He had been told not to sleep, but of course he did. He was still alive though, so that was good. He was still hurting though when his little friend GIR crashed into his new room. Suddenly he had the need to open the little robot like a tin can like can openers do. He let his battle aura down and grinned. "hey GIR"

wheeetacos June 7 2011, 16:02:32 UTC

GIR shook his head and put his paws against the sides of his cubed face. He drummed his legs against the floor, tail wagging and ears twitching. He looked on at Natsuo--or at least appeared to, with his eyes looking in different directions--and felt deep within his systems the need to fire upon him. His weapons, however, were offline. The steel gadgetry inside his head twitched. He opened his mouth and flailed his arms, tongue wagging in the air, "HI!"

one_eyed_zero June 7 2011, 16:09:32 UTC

Natsuo wanted to attack first, so he did. it was in his nature and training to do so. Better a good offense then a good defense. Slice off the skin, off the fabric, show me what hides beneath!. the spell wasn't as strong as it could have been with Youji, but it should have still be effective enough.

wheeetacos June 7 2011, 16:22:31 UTC

GIR wasn't expecting a chant, nor his metallic form being liberated from its oddly colored guise with such intensity. He flew back from surprise, "UWAUGH!" The little robot landed on his back and stared up a the ceiling. The teal glow in his eyes slowly turned red. Hopping back up on his feet, his head opened up, that long metal arm shooting out and bearing its three claws. It shot forward for Natsuo's neck, aiming to pick the boy up and toss him to the wall should it succeed in grabbing him.

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