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[thneed_need]

In the morning, sitting at the kitchen table, Once tapped his foot nervously. He took a long sip of coffee with way too much sugar, and took a deep breath.

"And just to be clear, everyone is okay with this plan? No one thinks this could go horribly wrong, or anything?"

He wanted to be sure.

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[blkmsatraveller]

Gordon nodded but Wheatley wasn't so sure, "I wish I could lie and say yes, or break the rules and see the future but there are many variables. I do know Dossy is vulnerable to faerie magic."

He was gently petting his husband's wings, he was going to miss them for the time being.

[thneed_need]

"That's--honest, at least. I guess we can't hope for more than that."

Once drained his coffee mug.

((ooc: night!))

[blkmsatraveller]

"Well we first have to practice the transfer. You share a deep enough connection and bond that a sexual act won't be needed, as it would need normally," Stephens stated as bluntly as possible, making even Gordon blush, "But there needs to be an intimate contact, what that is, Once decides."

Norma fanned herself a bit, "I know this is weird, but I understand why you're doing this."

[[ooc: night!]]

[thneed_need]

Once gave Wheatley a look. "If that were the case I wouldn't have agreed to this," he said cooly, "I'm not my mother."

He drummed his fingers, agitated. "I also need you all to swear you won't take photos of me if this works."