To get me in the groove
Pick a number. I give you a piece of that story, or idea that I`ll probably not touch otherwise. I`m pretty sure most of you have done this before. I`ve been terribly lazy, and hopefully writing these will be either a spurr or an incentive. Little change for this one- some of the numbers come with a few options, so be sure to let me know which.
( Why so lazy, Swindleslog )
( Why so lazy, Swindleslog )
"How come you can fondle your windshield if I can't?"
"Because it's my windshield. You could have gotten altered for this too, but you said no."
"That's because it'd be wierd. I like my body."
Swindle snorted, a very undelicate sound for his temporary vocalizer. "That's rich, coming from you with your limb-a-day fetish."
"That's different and you know it."
"It's not like it's permanent. I'm keeping it and the files on the procedure for future visits, but it's really not even that extreme. We just nixed all my extra weapons systems back to my subpace and we had lots of room to slim me up. Smaller servos, add a little to the hips and thighs, and voila! Insta-femininity."
Lockdown gave Swindle a once over. "They did more than that."
"Well yes, obviously, but that's easily-"
"Different mouth, did something subtle to the shape of your eyes, rounder bits to your face-"
"Lockdown."
"Little hands, that new windshield, fuller aft-"
"Lockdown!"
"What?"
"You're staring. Primus below, you sound like a love sick young punk seeing his first dainty chasis. Get a grip."
Sulkily, Lockdown went back to plotting their course through an asteroid belt. He kept glancing over his shoulder, growing more sullen until Swindle felt his patience fraying.
"What?"
"Can I just-"
"NO."
"You're so selfish."
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I eagerly await for this to actually be written. This is.. Magical. Both blurbs from this one.
Oh, Swindle. Only you, Swindle. Only you.
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