IM HAVING SO MUCH BRAINROT OF THEM RNnnn ITS 5 HECKINF AM, NOT TIRED AND ChuGGED A BITTLE OF MTN DEW A FEQ MINUtes AGO AND IM READY TO WRITE FRUCkerS
2bhank lots of it and a bit of sanmos, it u don't like gay people get off my damn profile !! Shoo s...
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THNX FOR TEH IDEA AFTER MY CRY FOR HELP!!!!! ALSO IT MIGHT B RLLY SJORT SO IM SRRY!!
[Hank's POV]
"Dear lord Wimbleton, can you ever STOP getting HURT!?" I heard 2B screech at me through my foggy mind. I shrugged then shook my head, spacing out when he continued to scold me about my life choices or whatever. 'You're giving me a headache,' I signed. "I'M giving YOU a headache!?" He revolted, I watched his face scrunch up. I, myself, was amused by this.
The injuries I got were minor, but Doc still clung onto me once I tried to leave. "Don't go..," I heard him muttered under his mask, steering his eyes away from mine. I chuckled to the best of my abilities. Nodding in agreement, I picked him up and nestled him close. "Christ, Hank I need to do work," 2B groaned. 'No.'
[Third POV]
The two were just laying on the metal desk, feeding off each other's warmth. Suddenly, 2B flailed around, "Come on Hank!! I'm busy!" 'No you're not.'
"A..re you.. asleep.?" Hank rasped out, staring down with blood-red goggles at Doc. "I would if you let me!" He snapped back, trying to get comfortable again.
"How.. a-..bout now?" The mercenary asked again. Being met with no response was probably the relief of this beasts day, because finally he was able to carry the both of them off to their room- also because 2B was resting. Nothing can go wrong with 2B resting and not doing his 'Very important,' work!
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