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[And like the slippery half-tentacle monster she is, she just oozes right out of Blue Eyes' grip as she pushes back against her.

... Seriously.

W T F?]

[ ...

w t f

Once she hits the ground again, King pushes off from the bike and approaches the ferocious, charmed blob monster. She seemed to react to him when he spoke to her that last time... right? Right?? ]

D.Va. Hey. Listen to me.

[ splats on the ground and makes some strangled noise as she gets back to her feet, about to take off again, when king addresses her. she looks back at him, and then to intensity, and then back to king. if she sticks around too long she's bound to get attacked by that thing again, but also... KING MIGHT GET ATTACKED BY THAT THING!!!!!!!11!1 ]

...

...

...

[ charges at king, her tentacles reaching out to pick him up and plonk him on his back as, without missing a beat, she keeps on running. see you later, intensity. it's time to head for the small park she's sure she saw while running around like a lunatic. she's got the perfect gift in mind for king. surely he'll accept her apology then... though fighting off the bird thing might also do the trick. ]

[Swears up a storm under his breath as he Blue Eyes picks up the chase.

Shouldn't have worried about her falling.

Should have just fucking sat on her.

Rookie mistakes, both of them.]

[ WELP.

Shouldn't keep trying to friendship speech the giant monster. We're all making mistakes tonight.

King cranes his neck around to confirm where Intensity is, then puts all his energy into not flying off her back as she runs for it. ]

Hey-- stop! You don't have to run, no one is trying to hurt you! We want to help!

[ but ~*~ FRIENDSHIP IS MAGIC ~*~ ! ]

[ no need to concern yourself with that, king, she's got you covered. her tentacles are keeping tabs on him and are basically acting as seatbelts, so he doesn't have to think about flying off her back. he's being held securely in place! though he should be mindful to keep all arms & legs inside the monster ride at all times. ]

[ help? she doubts beanpole whats to help. ]

[ she manages to make it to the park, but she doesn't slow down until she passes a small garden, in which case she nearly trips over her own four feet trying to do so. s- sorry king! ]

[ by the time intensity arrives she's uprooting a bush and holding it over her head to try to pass it off to king. ] ♥?

[He makes no move to dive again, but instead slowly circles the garden overhead.

Do the friendship speeches work? D.Va isn't trying to actively gore King now (though don't think he didn't notice the blood on him from before).

Well. King gets exactly one shot to prove friendship is magic before Intensity is through playing "nice".]

[ This is why you lost all your card games Intensity!!!!

King seems determined that talking this through will work, and being handed a bush is... probably proof?

Uh...

He holds his hands out, absolutely baffled. ]

T- ... Thank you...

[ she makes a horrible noise, but she's just delighted. he likes it; hooray! using her tentacles she scoops him up against, so she can set him down on solid ground, but he doesn't get more than a second to himself, because she's gathering him up in a hug. looks skyward at intensity and hisses. ]

[ going to waddle with king toward a bench and make a honest(ly pathetic) attempt to hide under it. can't swoop down if she's under a bench, intensity. checkmate. ]

[I----

Really now?

Blue Eyes drops from the sky a good distance from the garden. And more importantly out of immediate line of sight. (Not that Intensity cares because he has infrared so it's not like he's going to lose track of either of them).

Scream if you need him, King.]

Edited 2020-04-03 05:54 (UTC)

. . .

Hey.

[ Said as he's dragged into an honestly pretty one-sided and disconcerting hug, though the pain in his shoulder and a general sense it would be a bad idea prevents him from trying to squirm free. ]

He's a precious person to you, don't be angry at him. He's trying to help. And just... stay calm, okay? Everything's fine.

[ she seems... unsure. he did attack her, but... she did attack king. hm. looking at the marks on his shoulder she leans in to nose them. gently. guess who feels guilty about having done that. she's sorry. ]

[ ... ]

[ licks his cheek, because that's the best she can do right no- oh! if king trusts that other guy, then maybe he can help king fix king. where did he go though???????? ]

[ He winces just a little when she noses at his shoulder, but reaches out to awkwardly... pat... the nearest part of her with his uninjured arm. ]

It's fine, don't worry about it...

[ Are we leaving the bench now ]

[ she doesn't believe him, but it is time to leave the bench... so she can continue to smother him with love. will another bush help? she's going to rip another one up and bring it over... holding it up alongside his head, because, look, the flowers match his hair :3. ]

[ but it's hard to be happy when he's bleeding and she's responsible. where is this other precious person of hers? he needs to come here and make this better, for real. ]

[ He makes a placating hand gesture when the bush massacre continues. ]

It's okay, the first one is already perfect.

... [ oh. drops it on the spot. ]

[ so where is the beanpole? she just quirks her head at him. ] ???

[ ???

DID YOU KNOW CHARADES IS THE ONE GAME HE IS NOT KING OF ]

What is it?

[ sits back on her haunches and, hm, ...flails.
that's definitely blue-eyes, right? right. ]

[ but how to convey intensity... oh! she turns around and goes to grab a stick, bringing it back over to king. here. intensity! ]

.....

You want me to throw it?

[ no,

[ but also YES. ]

[ tail wagging intensifies. ]

Edited 2020-04-03 21:04 (UTC)

[ ... Ok.

He takes the stick and then chucks it a ways into the park, while he tries to figure out what the fuck to do now.

Should they... go back to the dorm...? Stay out here? Find a-- who? Who exactly? Who can fix this?? ]

[ she doesn’t immediately come back and actually runs well beyond the stick, but eventually she comes back tangled in what’s left of a wind chime as she holds one of the pieces proudly. ]

[ this, this here, is for intensity. ]

[ are you ready king? have you got your bush? because we need to go find him! ]

[ He'll love it.

Maybe.

But he does indeed have his... flower bush. Thank you. ]

... Well done.

Hey -- how about we go? Let's find Intensity and... go home.

[ she gets on her hind legs and awkwardly walk/waddles over to king and scoops him up in a princess carry. she’s got you. her tentacles even extract the bush from his hands and hold it to her back for safekeeping. ]

[ let us go! ]

[ she does seem intrigued about this ‘home’.
what could that be like?! ]

[ starts forward, still on her hind legs, and it’s off to search for intensity. ]

[ Unsure how his life came to this tbh.

He allows it, though, because not allowing it still seems unwise, and it seems like they're... making progress.

But the way she's moving suggests she's not just wandering aimlessly, so-- ]

... Are you looking for something...?

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