notintehkitchen

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It feels great to be back in my own body! I've missed using my hands so much. Now I can eat bacon and open things again! Really, those two things are very important!

[There is a squeak in the background.]

That's right, Jell-O says he is happy to see his mother back too. I wonder who was taking care of you while I was gone?

[A few more squeaks come across the feed.]

No one? Did you behave yourself?

[There is no more squeaking.]

I'm taking that as a no. Alright, who's brain matter do I have to clean up?

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I'm not going to. I don't have to. This is my house. What are you... My Dad?

Fine. I'll leave.

[And with that, he shoves himself off the couch, grabbing his crutch and getting to his feet, avoiding looking at her the entire time.]

[Following behind him, she places her arms around his back side gently in order to stop him.]

Hey.

I didn't say you had to leave. There's no reason to go that far.

Mr. Hawk, what's wrong? You seem really angry.

[He takes a deep breath, in and out, before forming his answer.]

I'm not angry.

[The tenseness that has hit every muscle in him says otherwise.]

I don't understand why you won't talk to me then?

... Are you mad that I was a dog? I... I couldn't help that. I'm sorry I couldn't take care of you for so long, it must of been hard.

[He stiffens instantly.]

No, I'm not mad you were a dog. You pretended to be him. Made me think he'd betrayed me.

[There is a quiet fury in his tone he is barely containing.]

What did you want me to do? Should I of said bark bark I'm a dog? Dogs don't have the proper vocal chords for human speech.

[Pressing her forehead against his back, she hugs him a little tighter. Wow, if he isn't tense there.]

Don't worry, I'm sure the little one loves you very much. Nothing has changed.

[He shoves at her as he turns to her, nearly stumbling with his crutch in the movement. The color of his face tells of his embarrassment over the unsaid matter.]

Right, so that gave you the right to just—

[He cuts himself off, shaking.]

Ya know what? Nevermind! I don't want to talk about this!

[When he pushed her away, she began to raise her voice while her arms flailed up and down.]

I didn't do anything wrong! It's not my fault I ended up in a dog's body! It's not my fault that you say strange things to a dog either!

I said I don't want to talk about this!

[He turns and heads toward the front door, hobbling as quickly as his leg will let him. Probably a hair quicker than that.]

...!

[She wouldn't let him go out on his own and risk doing something stupid while he was already injured.

Running in front of him, Pyro spread out her arms and shook her head back and forth.]

No, I'm not letting you go away. I don't want you to get hurt. I don't want you to be angry. I... I... we can talk this out, can't we? Why can't we? Why do you have to leave? What does it solve? I don't understand. As an adult, why do you run?

I'm not angry. There's nothing to talk about.

[Turning and heading for the back door now.]

[Nope.avi, not going to work Sniper. When you have crutches Pyro is faster than you.

Giving a whistle as she blocked his path, she summoned her faithful blob and child out of the dark and into the open to restrain Sniper.]

I disagree. Now you will be good or else Jell-O will babysit you.

[He turned to her again; his eyes held fire behind them, their intensity matching the color of his face. He took another deep breath, trying to quell his ire.]

Fine. You want to talk? Let's talk.

You will?

[She seemed surprised. As she was figuring out what to say to him, she probably picked one of the stranger routes.]

Should I go put on that nice dress? I mean, I don't mind. It's not bothersome or anything if you want to... you know, look.

I, ah. Mm.

[The shade of his face deepened even further, mortification forcing him to look away from her.]

Look, Pyro. Don't... What I said— it, well.

[He scratches at his face, his hand moving to fiddle with his hood and voluntarily pull it atop his head. It's not much cover- he misses his hat.]

It's fine, Sniper. It won't bother me.

[Poking her index fingers together, she shyly looked down at the ground.]

Actually, it's sort of nice that someone wants to look at me. I mean--it's not like I have the body of Scout's mother or anything. I know that much.

[Placing a hand on top of her head, she scratched the back of it while laughing nervously.]

[He fumbled with his hat again, wanting so badly to escape the topic. Unfortunately, it wasn't as though he could erase what he'd said from her mind. He decided it was better to try and deal with it, and manage the damage as best as possible.]

What I said... I didn't expect you to hear that. Maybe you could, um. Forget I said anything. It was improper of me.

[Well, it didn't hurt to try.]

It wasn't improper. You didn't say anything that was crude. Everything you said about me was really nice, I liked it a lot. That's why I licked you, it made me happy.

[Bending down on her knees, she tried to get a good look at his face from the hat he hid under. Smiling with a huge amount of pinkish tint on her face, she chuckled.]

I'll go put it on right now, OK?

[He bit back a cringe at her comment about licking him. It was one thing for a dog to lick him, but thinking of said dog as Pyro made him even more unsure about the conversation he'd been trapped in. It was awkward enough as it was without the thought of Pyro— the woman, not the dog— in the same position.]

I'd rather you didn't.

Why not? You like it.

[Sighing, she placed her hands over her face as the sting to her cheeks got stronger.]

For some reason, I like it too. So it's fine. There's nothing wrong with looking at me.

[Standing up, she headed to her room before stopping for a moment and turning her head back.]

Just wait here.

[There was nothing wrong with looking at her? RED couldn't imagine why she'd think so, and was appalled with himself for that feeling of perversion starting to course through him again when he thought of her in that dress. He sighed irritably as she headed up the stairs. What was wrong with him?

He knew good and well what it was, but was loathe to admit it. Instead, he nodded numbly, waiting until she was out of sight to eye the door again. On one hand, she... apparently didn't mind him wanting to look at her. That should have been a good thing, but the fact that they were coworkers looming over him, he didn't want her getting the wrong impression, thinking of him in the way he was starting to unfortunately think of her.

Despite his concerns, he found himself waiting there nonetheless, unable to bring himself to move. He knew she'd find him in no time with his running speed, anyway.]

[Putting on the dress in record time, Pyro knew if she didn't change quick Sniper might try to go wandering off on his own again.

After making sure the dress was layered properly, she briefly looked at herself in the mirror and pondered her body. Bare legs and arms covered in scars, a lack of breasts, a giant bottom that knocked things over and a bit of a belly.

This was... attractive? All the women in the magazines her comrades looked at had breasts, usually quite giant ones at that. Tilting her head curiously, she raised up both of her hands to put on a headband with a giant red bow on the side to her hair.]

I suppose even if I try to be like a man, I can never fully understand the working of a man's brain.

[Laughing miserably to herself, she exited her room and headed back downstairs to find Sniper.]

Um, hello. I'm finished.

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[His attention was drawn to her the moment she spoke; he averted his eyes almost immediately, conscious of how they trailed down her frame to her bare legs, taking in every curve.]

Right. It's, um. Still a nice dress.

Thank you.

[Walking up to him, she then noticed the smell of an unclean man. It was a rather common smell around the base but being around two Snipers now, she noticed who tended to reek the most.]

You should take a bath, it'd be good for your aches and pains. Do you know what a hot spring is, Sniper?

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