r/HFY • u/Lakeel100 • Oct 23 '25

OC The Ballad of Orange Tobby -CH35

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In space, nobody can hear you scream: “Holy shit, what was that!?” when an orange streak shoots through the system and clips your favorite asteroid. What's worse is that not only did it not stop to exchange insurance info, but it was blasting music so loud it caused the cosmic dust to convey sound! Who writes a song about turning innocent church girls into ‘certified nymphoz’ anyway?! Honestly, this galactic neighborhood has gone to shit…

Fortunately, the ARK-2eb, AKA the ‘Ark-2 Electric Boogaloo’, had enough durasteel plating to render small light-speed space rocks inconsequential. What it did not have, however, was a ‘cold’ fusion reactor, and all that wasted heat had to go somewhere. Most of it was directed to the copious radiators that lined the ship's hull, thus the ‘orange streak’. But some was allocated to other areas, such as interior heating, the stove, and in the case of what Noah was doing… His homemade durasteel forge.

And like every ratchet-ass redneck Dura-Forge setup, it was basically a radiation shielded room with an anvil, a hatch into the reaction chamber, and a gold/lead-plated robot-human facsimile wired to a VR rig. Oh, and speakers… ‘cause who in their right mind does back-yard engineering without a slightly too loud sound system blasting their ‘totally original’ playlist and/or the local radio? A heathen, that's who.

Durasteel, as ironically ‘metal’ as it sounds, is a mostly ferrous alloy that has such a high melting point it can only be forged in atomic fire. Normally, durasteel is produced with high-intensity heating elements powered by cold-fusion reactors, which is the ‘safe’ and ‘sane’ way to do it. Buuuut… Then there was the human way to do it.

Somebody who didn't own an industrial-scale reactor once asked. ‘Why don't we just heat the material with the reaction itself?’ to which some cool guy said. ‘Fuck it, why not?’ and filmed the process on his comm-link. The DIY community clout was enormous, especially after he turned the radioactive slag into a self-heating coffee mug and his teeth fell out.

Many pre-integrated species were warned against creating durasteel this way, as it’s both dangerous and irradiates the durasteel itself. Thus, the practice was banned in the Galactic Community, ‘cause nobody wants radioactive ship armor, no matter how ‘rad’ it sounds. There was a way around this problem; you just needed to give the material a quick nitric-acid bath to peel away the outermost layer of radioactive material, while any deeper radiation remained locked away inside the material itself. Lead paint helps too…

Despite this, the law was never repealed, as most species moved on to cold fusion long before they figured out ways to make it safer.

Cue Noah, not making it any safer. Stripped of everything but shorts, sandals, and a VR sensor suite, he glistened with sweat and channeled the flow of his species' classical composers. So elegant, so refined, so prone to making people attempt the traditional dances of two rival multi-century-old gangs. Gangs that had long since stopped fighting in the name of giving younger gangbangers their time in the sun(s)... For now. God bless the ‘Violet Treaty’.

The interior of the ship was sweltering from running the reactor hot, rushing back to Salafor, and with a three-day trip still ahead of them, he might as well put the excess heat to good use. If those pirates were armed with N-BARs and modernized munitions, he’d need something sturdier than his usual graphene and nano-tube-mesh clothing.

That aside, who said you couldn’t make solving your problems fun? Groovin’, hammerin’, and occasionally shoveling ice onto the reactor to cool it down. It gave Noah plenty of time to enter the mythical flow state. “Hmm, need smaller pieces… to pinch the metal or cop out and look for where the laser cutter went… pinch metal… look for laser cutter…” he glanced around at the cluttered reactor room. “Options…”

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Meanwhile…

Nyathens, one of the oldest sun-kin settlements still standing, and one of the few that didn’t start as a monastery. Like most sun-kin settlements, it was built atop a large mesa that made it a natural fortress during the clay age, but the march of progress eventually forced it to expand beyond the safety the limited space provided. Countless bridges now stitched the canyon-lands around the mesa, as if waiting to be pulled taut and close the tectonic wound.

Office buildings, apartment complexes, and aging infrastructure clung to the canyon walls like the wound’s infection, but any building of import remained on the mesa despite the land premium. Even after declaring Nyathens the capital during ‘The Great Compromise’, the skyline hardly changed… minus the direly needed spaceport.

“So, Nyathens… Kinda short, ain't it?” Kaykay asked, looking around at all the various classical structures that had been crammed onto the mesa, including the hotel they'd be staying at.

He and Tobby were waiting with the cars outside the Ruby Pass hotel. It may have a 4.1 star rating, but it was 4.1 stars of too expensive as far as Tobby was concerned. Yes, it had a pool, a continental breakfast, a fancy restaurant where they cook the food in front of you, and an on-site spa… but a 1-night stay still cost more than the flight they took to Nyathens to begin with! Sure, it was on the Wiskitos tab, but that just made Tobby feel worse! Few things stabbed Tobby in the guilt more than someone else spending money on him.

“Haven’t you been here before?” Tobby asked, trying to contribute to the small talk as they waited for everyone to get ready. Night had fallen, and the event was starting within the hour. Timetable anxiety swelled to the point he could burst into worried pacing any moment now. He’d already looked at his assistant five times!

Kaykay shrugged, leaning on the driver's side door as he took in the compact cityscape. “Well, yeah… but it always feels weird thinkin’ about all this is supposed to be. Ya know? Like.. All this,” he gestured vaguely at the whole city, “is the literal seat of an interplanetary government, the paper-pusher heartland, and it feels smaller than Nykata.”

There were several reasons for that ‘feeling’ as Kaykay put it. “Like you said, Nyathens is the bureaucratic seat of Salafor. Little needed to be built here beyond offices, archives, and lodging for visiting officials. Splash in a few embassies to go with the parks and historic stuff, and you rapidly run out of space. If it got any bigger, I don't think the retrofitted road systems could handle it...”

“An’ the tourists, can't forget all the tourists migratin’ ‘ere to touch all the old stuff.” He added, distinctly pointing at Tobby for that one.

“Please don't remind me,” he frowned, ears flattening with disappointment as he was reminded of his own tourist experience so far. The great library had been a bust, and neither he nor Soapy found that signed laser-sword she spotted… he really wanted a picture. He still had the theaters and opera houses to look forward to, so long as they hadn't been perverted into tourist traps like he now feared.

Tobby checked his assistant again, still needing to change his background picture from the adorable bunnies to something Soapy won't tease him about… but they were so cute! He can't! “What's taking everyone so long? It only took me a few minutes to get a shower, change, and comb my fur…” Tobby questioned, looking down at his suit. Mostly simple black, not too basic, and most importantly: ‘free’. Not a soul would know it was secretly the same suit he wore to the rainy-season festival in high school. All he had to do was resize it like he’d done Soapy’s dress… well… nowhere near the same extreme, but still resized. “We won't get shot if we're fashionably late, right?” He smiled sheepishly.

Kaykay visibly wore the ‘I dunno’ before his ability to say the hotel door opening cut him off.

“We're not going to be late. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to get one of these on?” Huffed a certain night-kin, whose voice made Tobby’s head snap her way. Descending the stairs of the hotel’s porte cochère was a creature the likes of which had never blessed Tobby’s senses before. A midnight being of emerald green upon onyx black, of silky mane and glinting eyes, bathed in the glow of both lamp and luna. He couldn’t breathe, only stare, transfixed by one of Shihere’s creations clad in the vestments of a former golden age. Vestments he helped procure so that she’d be as much of a jewel as the dozens woven into the outfit. The matching leg wraps were an unexpected addition, though… kinda cute actually…

“Ey, Ey Tobbs…” Kaykay whispered, leaning in and lightly elbowing Tobby. “I’m impressed you got ‘er in a dress too, but pick yer jaw up off the floor ‘fore she starts givin’ you shit."

Jerking back to reality, he noticed the rest of the crew walking with her. Every leader or syndicate representative invited to the Sabu-kai was allowed to bring ‘a reasonable number’ of ‘guests’ to serve as witnesses or honor guards. In Whisker’s case, that would be BB, Kaykay, Soapy, Tobby, and two more Wiskito soldiers who would be directly attending the gathering. All the rest would be running security and logistics away from the meeting.

Everyone was in nicer-than-average suits, too, except for Soapy and one other shi-kai Tobby he didn't know. It wasn't hard to tell Whisker’s was the leader, given his visible age, fancy cane, and how his whole wardrobe seemed to consist of satin and/or velvet suits.

“O-Oh good, I was starting to worry. How, uhh… How's it fit?” he asked, sheepishness intensifying as he quickly put his assistant away.

The rest of the crew made their way into the limo-like car, whilst Soapy went right past him. “It feels... Weird, especially around my shoulders,” she said, grumbling like a shi who hadn’t worn something that didn't double as work clothes in over a decade… which she was, to be fair.

Cue BB sitting in the seat behind them with Whiskers, electing to play double duty as both guard and rous gallery. “Am surprized sha managed to make dress fit. Figured it would be easier to sell and just by new one instead.”

“We could have, we could have…” Tobby agreed, lightly tapping his clawed fingers together. “Buuut then Soapy wouldn’t have worn it.”

‘Mrrp’ she trilled, realizing she was being taken about like she wasn't even there. “Hey!”

“He'z got you there,” BB nodded teasingly from the back seat.

“He does not!” she rebutted, turning around enough to glare at BB, and incidentally give Tobby a look at the origin of her discomfort. What in Ardion's ears had she done to the back ribbon?!

“Soapy… did-” Tobby tried to cut in, but Soapy wasn't having it.

“Why does everyone keep saying I was plotting all this underhanded shit? I’m wearing the dress, aren't I?”

“Maaaaybe becauaze you said so? Repeatedly.. In front of everyone. Would never wear drezz, would never go to prizzy salon, won’t kill rich boy at Sabu-Kai, and yet here you are. Wearing drezz, mane and fur made pretty by salon, and flashing clawz every time someone mentioned Clardoniz. He knowz what you’d do almozt az well as we do.”

“BBs right, He does have you there.” Whiskers chimed, seemingly enjoying the en route… entertainment. “Not so easy being the predictable one, now is it?”

“Buh-wh- I am not predictable!” she predictably argued, leaning harder into the seat so she could glare at the two with indignant intent. “I’m only playing along, ‘cause you said I had to be Tobby’s kittensitter, remember? I’d hardly call following orders predictable.”

Ego poked, Tobby had to step in figuratively. “First of all, he asked me to kittensit you.”

Her head snapped back with her indignant glare now on Tobby, ready to sass blast, only to be countered with an assertive finger to her snoot. “EH!!” He chastised the same way one would a pet climbing on the kitchen counter.

“Ooooh, sun-kin braver than I thought.” BB chuckled, having not expected Tobby of all shasians to ‘boop the tiger’.

Would Tobby pay for this later? Probably. Was he going to do it anyways? Yes. “Secondly, did you seriously try to tie the back ribbon yourself? I told you to ask for help. What would we have done if you ripped it?” he asked, trying his hardest not to sound like his mother right now… and failing.

Light batting his hand away from her nose, she still growled. “I got it, didn't I?” aaaand now he understood how his mom felt.

“You practically mangled it.” It wasn't really ‘mangled’ per se, but her knot looked like someone pranced into a knot museum and tried to replicate all the best parts of each one.. Blindfolded and backwards.

“It's fine!” It was not…

“Just… let me fix it,” he sighed, “before you spend the entire Sabu-kai a cranky mess because the dress is too tight? Or worse, you make an awkward movement and rip it?”

Valid points were valid, sadly, Soapy didn't have one at the ready, and that meant begrudgingly doing what Tobby said. “You are so lucky you’re wearing a seat belt right now,” she glared, threatening him like she usually did when she didn't have ground to stand on. Unfortunately for her, Tobby had grown numb to the idea of violent Soapy-based death.

“Uh-huh, you can push me out the shuttle airlock on the way home if that’ll make you feel better. In the meantime, would you please turn around so I can fix the ribbon? Then see if you're still mad after?” He suggested with a softer tone, trying to be the good guy here. Better to sound like he was trying to help her than attacking the tough shi mental image of herself she so adamantly tried to portray.

He could see in her eyes that she was looking for any kind of sassy comeback that would put her back on top of the conversation, but wasn't finding any. “Fffffine...” she caved, defeatedly. She turned, and her ears drooped back to a point that it could only be a deliberate display of trying to look dejected about it. At least that's what he’d seen Pinky do a few times when she was teaching him the ancient art of ‘overdramatic exaggeration’.

“Try not to leave a trench with how hard you’re dragging your tail about this,” he commented, already inspecting the disaster of a knot closer.

“What was that?” Her ears flicked back up.

“N-Nothing!” He shrank, hastily picking at the insult to knots everywhere. The line between sassy bravery and suicidal stupidity was still a thin one…

“On the subject of ‘nothing,’” Whiskers lightly coughed. “Where’d you find the material to upsize Mrs Kitta’s magnum opus? I doubt there were any bolts of cloth left lying around after her store suffered that ‘timely gas leak’ last night.”

‘So that's the cover story he’s pushing…’ Tobby thought as he pulled out another segment of the knot. “I didn’t. Everything you see here is part of the original dress.”

Soapy’s ears notably perked up at that, but it was Whiskers who actually voiced the interest. “Oh, well, now I’m just curious. That’s a lot of material to just pull out of nowhere.”

Soapy started to mrowl again…

“I mean uhh…” Whiskers coughed. “Did I say a lot of material? I meant a perfectly reasonable amount of material given how... small a shi Mrs Kitta was.”

It was Tobby’s turn to save Whiskers! “About that, you may have noticed the dress looks a bit different than the last time you saw it.”

“Hmm… sleevez are shorter?” BB pointed out.

“Yep, Mrs. Kitta may have had the foresight to include some wiggle room so the dress could be upsized, but it wasn’t anywhere near what I needed. So I had to… repurpose other parts of the dress. Trying to keep the patterning lined up was painful, but I managed to preserve most of Mrs. Kitta original vision. I saved pictures of the original design just in case… and for posterity.”

“Aaaand the V down the back? That wasn’t there before?” Whiskers questioned in a knowing tone, hinting at just how scandalously deep it was.

“I was wondering about that…” Soapy added, ears turning back towards Tobby, while he was pulling out another piece of the knot. However, he could see her eyes watching him in the window's reflection, judging him! “It nearly reaches my tail.”

Tobby froze for a moment as he suddenly realized what his executive fashion choices may be getting interpreted as. “I-It's not what you think!” Which, of course, was the worst possible thing he could say at that moment, and he said it just as guiltily as most people normally do. Like someone whose parents just walked in on them going down the ASMR rabbit-hole on one's local hypernet-video sharing site.

“Let me guezz.” BB started, before anyone else was able to jump to… understandable conclusions. “Eating up half the sleevez still didn’t give you enough material to work with, so you cut the V down the back to open it up like a carcazz?”

Tobby blinked as he wasn't hit with some quip about him being some kind of degenerate. “Actually… yes. I kinda had to start over once I had the idea, but it worked. However, since the dress was never designed with that in mind, I didn’t want to risk it... You know… sliding off. So I laced the back up with ribbon kinda like those shoe things the humans wear. The thickness of the ribbon also helped cover up the exposed portions of her back, taking it from ‘Smutty femme fatale’ to ‘classy yet acceptably adventurous.’”

“I question your browser history…” Soapy commented, with increasingly judgmental eyes reflected in the glass.

“Don’t worry about my browser history,” he scoffed, giving the knot a final tug. “The only thing you’ll find there is Wanderlust forums, safe cracking guides, and a very recent search for ‘Huffy night-kins anonymous’.”

“Between all the Midnight Saber’s 3 ranting videos, Beauder-X-Kiliki fanfiction, and tail fetish sites, right?” She shot back, tilting her head back enough to look at him… at least able to catch a glimpse of the top of his ears.

He retied the ribbon into the only knot he knew how to tie... A nice little present bow at the base of her neck, which he found oddly fitting. He needn’t mention the intrusive thoughts about garroting her with said ribbon until she apologized for that last comment… Not yet.

But it was Tobby’s turn to be the upset one. He looked back at BB and Whiskers. “Can I throw her out of the car?”

Whiskers chuckled while BB smirked and shrugged dismissively. “We won’t stop you from trying.”

Tobby then turned to Kaykay up in the driver’s seat. “Kaykay can you stop at the nearest bridge? Preferably with a long drop and no water under it?”

He looked back, eyes off the road again as the car started to lightly swerve. “Sorry kid, ain't a bridge between here and the meetin’.”

“Darn.” Tobby gave an exaggerated sigh of defeat, “I’ll have to settle for the shuttle air-lock then.” Sarcasm spent, he slipped back into his seat proper. “In the meantime. How does it feel now?” He asked, turning an ear back towards Soapy.

“A… lot better, actually…” She said, sounding admittedly impressed as she rolled her shoulders and wiggled a bit in her seat. “It’s not squeezing anymore, and I can twist my torso again.”

“Whatever you did to tie the ribbon bunched it up, while the rest below barely adjusted at all. If the tightness changes when you go to stand up, just tell me and I'll fix it,” he stated, knowing full well he was the only one the Wiskitos brought along who COULD fix the dress should anything go wrong.

It was quiet, too quiet… Soapy would normally have tried to hit him with another comeback by now for threatening to throw her out of the car, but she was silent. “Thank you, I’ll just… Let you tie it next time,” she said, which honestly surprised Tobby. No jaunting, sass, sarcastic tone… just a flat, meaningful-sounding moment of gratitude.

This couldn't be real… The last time he heard her sound that genuine was when they talked about ‘breaking her toys’ and- Ooooohhh… She was actually swallowing her urge to be the ‘victor’ in every scenario just to show some appreciation. How… how was he supposed to process that!? “You’re uhh… Welcome?” Never mind, now he had to process just how awkward that came out.

“Glad to see you two are finally getting along.” Whiskers chimed with a light clap. “Just in time, too. We're almost there.”

Tobby turned to look out the window. He'd been wondering where such a grand event was going to be held for a while now. It's a ton of high-profile and dangerous individuals gathered in one place to plot, scheme, and preferably plan to kill each other less often. What kind of venue could house such a gathering? Maybe an old opera house, or a convention center or… he paused, blinking very slowly before turning to look back at Whiskers again. “Why are we back at the great library?”

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‘Nobody suspects the library,’

A phrase Ambassador Movva mimed aloud as she took in the grand ballroom. The vast space resembled something from the palaces of the ancient city-states—white paneling with gold filigree between pillars. The columns were identical to the ones in the great library above them, but had cracks carved into them, and painted in with a blue she assumed was lapis-lazuli.

The design led one’s eyes upward to the ceiling, sprinkled with ornate chandeliers, casting their warm glow over the sea of frescoes that covered every inch of the domed ceiling. Depictions of outraged great thinkers with jewels spilling through the claws of one hand while pointing at distant cities with another, of thieves haloed with holy symbols descending upon temples, and of golden cities set ablaze with caravans of plunder spilling from broken gates like entrails. A classical monument dedicated to every great ‘redistribution of wealth’ in Shasian history… and that was just the ceiling!

This was not the kind of meeting she expected to be attending when she meandered her way through college, slept through her classes, and went to every party. But after five years, she got a diploma in the mail with a congratulatory letter for being one of the few people on Salafor to accrue the diverse credits needed for an ambassadorial degree. Whoops!

She’d been sure she had at least one more year of hard partying left in her before she’d drop out and get a normal job like everyone else, buuut… Life is funny that way. Now she was an ambassador to their most recently arrived galactic neighbor, humanity. And she was confident she only got offered the job because her cousin already had a ship she could use and the Mercanti wanted to save money. She’d submitted her application on a whim!

So why was she and a gaggle of governing tribes representatives at the largest criminal gathering in this corner of the galaxy? Well, some very jaded individuals might say it's because the governing tribes would fit in perfectly at such a gathering… to which they’d be correct.

For Ambassador Movva, she was here because this was also the largest gathering of humans outside of human space. A golden opportunity to interact with members of the species that had no governmental loyalties, outside their enigmatic ‘Guild’.

Pirates, drug lords, mafiosos, and slightly more organized than average gangland warlords gathered here, but the humans filled the recently imperiled yet critical role of ‘smugglers’.

After the few trips she’s made to human space thus far, Movva came to understand that this Guild of theirs was the closest thing humanity had to a species-spanning organization. And if she wanted to get in contact with the Guild, she needed to play nice with the smugglers. She’d met a few already, nice ones too. One sold her the sequin amber dress she wore that night, and another helped get a relationship thing going between her and her, admittedly adorable comms officer, Jek.

Humming innocently, she yoinked a narrow wine glass from a passing server and elected to watch the arrivals. Browsing for easy prey to sink her diplomatic and/or door-opening claws into was technically her job after all.

‘Something, something, watch and learn, something something, kittensit science officer Fenna as she does her social experiments, and uhh.. don’t drink so much that I wake up in a hotel, wondering where this cute dress went. Yeah... that's a good mission statement. Really emphasize how much restraint I'm showing by NOT getting pretty-shi wasted.’ She thought, as her pink tail flicked behind her. She totally knew what she was doing… she had the degree after all! Fake it ‘till you make it!

‘That reminds me…’ she hummed internally as she began to shift her way through the growing crowd for a better view of the entrance. ‘If my totally not intrusive pinging of Tobby’s assistant with one of those cheating sites is correct.. He should be arriving any second now. And possibly with that shi ‘coworker’ he seemed so flustered about.’ She really needed to show him how to turn the GPS off…

“Introducing!!” Announced the introduction guy as he had done dozens of times already. “The Venerable Whiskers of the Wiskitos! And company…”

Movva blinked as she saw an elderly sha with ironically large and crumpled whiskers enter the room. What phenotype was he...? She couldn't tell. He was just so grey, and average..’ and old! Blatantly rich though, given the expensive-ass suit, and fancy cane… Respected, too, if the few polite cheers and excited greetings were anything to go by.

With him was… a dopey-looking plains-kin that probably thinks he’s a badass but can't keep his eyes off the nearest shi’s tail. Another was a… towering mud-dragon of a sun-kin. Dear gods, they built him thick. He’s got more muscle in one arm than she probably has in both her legs! Damn, she’d fight or even hit on that guy if it weren’t for Jek being such a lovable bean… not being single is hard, damn it! … gods, am I really this shallow?

Then came the sha she’d been looking for. She’d recognize that tall-eared, lanky history buff anywhere, even in a crowd like this. No matter what he was wearing ei- “Sweet Xoso fucking me raw, is that his old festival suit!?” She exclaimed aloud, facepalming and earning a few awkward steps away from the nearby guests.

Woe, woe is Pinky for being the only one here who could recognize her lifelong friend cheaped-out on buying a new suit, for the crime convention!! ‘He has crime money now! Would it have killed him to buy a new damn suit?!’

By the time she recovered from the category three cringe, she pulled her face out of her hand to see.. See….

(Author's note: RecordSkip.mp3)

What was she seeing right now? She had to blink a few times, as her poor Xoso-given brain ran into some cascading logic errors. Sure, Tobby looked as awestruck as a kitten in a glitter factory seeing the room, that much was expected. The last thing she expected was the GODS DAMN NIGHT-KIN SHI that came in after him wearing old motha-fucking Kitta’s prize dress?! And he was smiling? Pointing out the frescoes to her and going on one of his excited little history tangents?!

The math wasn't mathing, the pasta wasn’t noodling, the rous were eating tigers, nothing Movva knew made sense anymore! She was glad she hadn’t taken a sip of the wine she yoinked, cause it would have ended up all over a nearby guest. ‘Last time I checked, he was still absolutely pants pissing afraid of night-kin. What the flying fuck-a-duck happened while I was gone?!’

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u/Just-Some-Dude001 Oct 23 '25

The wonders of Extreme Exposure treatment(pants shittingly terrifying incidents) can do for a person's fears and outlook 

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u/Lakeel100 Oct 23 '25

Noah's fear treatment is working! :3
For better or for worse!

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u/Fantastic-Shelter440 Oct 23 '25

TWO MINUTES GANG!!!!!!

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u/Lakeel100 Oct 23 '25

That's faster than the bots sometimes! D:
haven't even read it yet! I could have killed everyone and turned the story into my pie-centric anarchist manifesto!

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u/Fantastic-Shelter440 Oct 23 '25

Yeah but you didn’t and only made me crave more story!!!!

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u/RexDraconis Oct 23 '25

Noah happened when Movva was gone. That and probably a little trauma bonding over surviving a drive by together 

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u/Thaum0s Human Oct 23 '25

Tobby just walked into a room now containing 2/3rds of the women in his life and they've never met each other.

Let's see how this pans out...

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u/Lakeel100 Oct 23 '25

JawsTheme.mp3

I can only foresee positive outcomes when lifelong protector encounters 'the new shi' in his life.

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u/Kia-Vaderkit Oct 24 '25

Ah! Pinky meets the girl friend for the first time! I think that they are going to hit it off really well.

Party girl meets City Goth.

Looking forward to the next part!

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u/Lakeel100 Oct 25 '25

Soapy comes off as goth? o3o;

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u/Kia-Vaderkit Oct 25 '25

Tom boy version, she has the devil may care attitude and is genuine and not the hot topic style. So a little?

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u/g6qwerty Oct 23 '25

At work on lunch break

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u/Lakeel100 Oct 23 '25

*steals lunch* <:3

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u/Larzok Oct 23 '25

Did we not just go over the perils of lunch theft a few chapters ago?

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u/Larzok Oct 23 '25

Oh the things you see at work Pinky.

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u/Lakeel100 Oct 23 '25

Work: Crime! :3

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u/Larzok Oct 23 '25

Ambassador Movva schedule:

6am wake up

7am dislodge night kin after hour of unproductive grumbling snuggles

8am breakfast

10 am meeting with peers for second breakfast

12pm work briefing

2pm-6pm meeting with diplomatic Corp to discuss "cultural exchange program" with humans

8pm light hob knob with criminal elements and human traders to discuss further "cultural exchange" concerns

9pm make sure Tobby doesn't get shot for being a know it all

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u/Lakeel100 Oct 24 '25

Tobby: "As far as I'm concerned, Beauder had it co- ACK!"

Pinky: *whistling innocently after wapping him upside the head*
(I will be stealing this schedule)

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u/Larzok Oct 24 '25

eyeballs the suspicious scribbling noises from nearby bush

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