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Morituri:
Wow.  I think if I had Pissed Off all the people he would have had to piss off with a stunt like that, I'd go to ground too. 

Otherwise I'd at least budget about a 500% increase for life insurance payments....

mustang6172:
I request this thread be pinned.

Is it cold in here?:
Hmm. The fanart thread is a sticky after all.

MrNumbers:
"This is stupid." Bubbles muttered.

No one heard her, she was in the company of herself again. It was not company she enjoyed, but it was familiar. Unlike her current circumstances.

She felt clunky in the suit. She had no idea why it seemed like a good idea. There were no suits that fit her... unique form well, and she had no desire to bother getting one tailored when she had no real need of such luxuries. It would have fit, though, unlike this one which bunched at the shoulders and pulled at her every time she moved her arms. It was difficult to resist the urge to just strategically tear it and be done with it, like Faye had with the sweater.

There was a thought. What if-

Oh. She was envisioning a waistcoat.

Why had she not just worn one of those? It would have fit the purpose.

Stupid.

She felt so stupid, standing here in this ill-fitting suit, with this bouquet of nice flowers from a local fruit shop she had heard lovely things about, but had no real need of visiting until now. The word of mouth had been correct. These were lovely flowers for a reasonable value that were also currently making her feel stupid, even if the old couple selling them had been very kind and encouraging about their potential application.

She was distracted thinking about that when she knocked twice. Otherwise she probably wouldn't have, probably would have left.

Bubbles froze, staring at her own hand for a long moment. It had betrayed her. Amputation was considered. She had the tools...

Maybe she hadn't heard her. Maybe she wasn't even in. Maybe-

The door opened a little and Faye's head bent around it at first, looking out. Bubbles saw the recognition, the immediate look of genuine joy and happiness to see her, and was rather caught like deer in headlights. It was fitting, since Faye was built like a truck these days. The door opened completely and there was no longer anything between them and Faye saw her in her... compromising position.

"Hey, Butt-butt. You're looking... something. What's the special occasion?"

Words were difficult. Her arm thrust, far more robotically than she would ever care to admit, the flowers towards her. Her mouth remained pressed almost aggressively shut, in case words betrayed her like her limbs had.

Faye took the flowers, very obviously confused because Bubbles was not doing a good job at explaining this because this was stupid and she should leave.

The terrified war machine spun on a heel, blushing furiously, and left quickly-but-not-quite-at-a-jog. Hot-footed.

Faye stared after her, at the bouquet in her hand, and then back after Bubbles again. "What- Oh. Oh. ... huh."

Bubbles stopped outside the apartment, leaning back against the wall, and took a deep breath that wasn't strictly necessary but felt incredibly cathartic. Then, she smiled to herself, something she hadn't really done in a long time.

Mission accomplished!




[Note from Past Self]: God fucking damn it, what did I tell you?!

BenRG:
Oh, that was great! :-D I wonder if Bubbles's behaviour at the end is basically a synthetic panic attack? I can honestly see this happening in the strip at some point and then the next week or so will be Faye channelling Marten and fretting about how she's supposed to respond.

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