Tip doesn’t need to make his point, so he won’t point out the neck-bomb yet. And if Tip and H.T. go out in a thundering mutual completion, will he be ‘burning bright, in the forests of the night’? Something like that?
“This time, we’ll have the superior position,” HT said. And then, he looked deeply into hus eyes. …ignire me and Marcie, over here. *munches popcorn* *keeps penning, ‘and then, he looked deeply into his eyes’ after every line in this scene.*
“You know I [can’t] join you,” Tip said. He sounded brave, but on the inside, he quavered!
“It’s cute that you think your input matters,” HT growled. He totally and nonchalantly flexed his tiger muscles. He would’ve looked hot as a human! Too bad he’s a tiger, and writing this totally doesn’t make me a furry! – Marcie
“You can’t fight all humanity! You’ll be destroyed!” Tip cried! His heart pounded in his chest as he imagined HT, lying lifeless in his arms…
“This isn’t the Old War,” HT scoffed. Tip’s lower lip trembled. If HT would just listen! But, he was soon distracted by HT’s manful posing. (Totally doesn’t make me a furry. – Marcie)
“Then, we were unable to defend ourselves,” HT says, as he raised a fist to his chest. He looked deeply into Tip’s eyes, and added, “This time…we’ll have the superior position.”
It was too much! Afraid his true feelings might be discovered, Tip straightened his spine! “In a sewer, covered in algae?” he tried to scoff.
“These spores render us immune to sarcasm,” HT said, his voice lowering in abjection, though he tried not to show it as he returned the look; as one, they looked deeply into one anothers’ eyes. Had something been there?
Even for just a moment?
(“…totally not a furry. This stuff is hawt! Chris, we may need to talk about you growing a beard. …” – Marcie)
We’re just chillin’ here, eating popcorn and giggling over notebooks. I take all of this with a giant chunk of humor. It never veers into uh, outright slash fic. It…embraces and makes fun of it to bring out smiles and…joy?
So come on down an’ sit a spell. There’s plenty room.
Oh, we’ll see about that, HT…
Tip doesn’t need to make his point, so he won’t point out the neck-bomb yet. And if Tip and H.T. go out in a thundering mutual completion, will he be ‘burning bright, in the forests of the night’? Something like that?
I honestly like H.T. too much to wish Unity inflict Gentle Persuasion on him.
You know that H.T. is just ruthlessly using that tigers are cute, don’t you?
Oh, the humanity!
And the botany, the nanomachinery, the genetically modified caninity, and . . . this will go on for awhile.
“This time, we’ll have the superior position,” HT said. And then, he looked deeply into hus eyes. …ignire me and Marcie, over here. *munches popcorn* *keeps penning, ‘and then, he looked deeply into his eyes’ after every line in this scene.*
What I imagine to be in Marcie’s notebook:
“You know I [can’t] join you,” Tip said. He sounded brave, but on the inside, he quavered!
“It’s cute that you think your input matters,” HT growled. He totally and nonchalantly flexed his tiger muscles. He would’ve looked hot as a human! Too bad he’s a tiger, and writing this totally doesn’t make me a furry! – Marcie
“You can’t fight all humanity! You’ll be destroyed!” Tip cried! His heart pounded in his chest as he imagined HT, lying lifeless in his arms…
“This isn’t the Old War,” HT scoffed. Tip’s lower lip trembled. If HT would just listen! But, he was soon distracted by HT’s manful posing. (Totally doesn’t make me a furry. – Marcie)
“Then, we were unable to defend ourselves,” HT says, as he raised a fist to his chest. He looked deeply into Tip’s eyes, and added, “This time…we’ll have the superior position.”
It was too much! Afraid his true feelings might be discovered, Tip straightened his spine! “In a sewer, covered in algae?” he tried to scoff.
“These spores render us immune to sarcasm,” HT said, his voice lowering in abjection, though he tried not to show it as he returned the look; as one, they looked deeply into one anothers’ eyes. Had something been there?
Even for just a moment?
(“…totally not a furry. This stuff is hawt! Chris, we may need to talk about you growing a beard. …” – Marcie)
(Chris: Does this get me laid?)
(Marcie: Yes.)
(Chris: Okay, done.)
This is…extremely accurate.
I am so glad I made someone smile. At least, I hope I did. ^^;
You made the author smile!
Well, Tip and H.T. did kiss that one time…
Is there an opening for slashfiction? (I suppose with slashfiction, there is *always* an opening.)
We’re just chillin’ here, eating popcorn and giggling over notebooks.
I take all of this with a giant chunk of humor. It never veers into uh, outright slash fic. It…embraces and makes fun of it to bring out smiles and…joy?
So come on down an’ sit a spell. There’s plenty room.
I would think that Tip always has the superior position.
No HT, you’re doomed to lose because you are opposed by Project Skin-Horse!
Skin Horse, the department that was a cat’s-paw for both Anasigma *and* Gavotte at the same time? There’s optimism!
Skin Horse which has had a rather bewilderingly high success rate despite being composed almost entirely of incompetents.
No, your doomed because Skin-Horse is here to help.
Oh god…
“I’m from the government and I’m here to help”
Spores that make you immune to sarcasm? The internet must be infested with them!
I don’t get what you’re trying to say, there’d a spore covering my ear.
But are the spores immune to herbicides, or fire?
I’ve sprayed my computer, and that doesn’t help. Shall I set it on fire? Some days that seems like a good option.
I’m confused — how are you posting without being connected to the internet?
So those are spores. Same in yesterday’s comic, where someone thought maybe they were bees, even maybe Gavotte?
I meant Jan. 7’s comic/comments.
If they’re down in a sewer, then maybe some of Claire’s “drawn to the murk” experience can come in useful.