Hey, If That A Cyn Actually Is Hunting You Down, Why Not Make A Trap For Her? Just A Thought ^^

Hey, if that a Cyn actually is hunting you down, why not make a trap for her? Just a thought ^^

Oh yeah, that won't piss her off more. You're a daft dingo.

Staying very still, Tessa even covers her hand LEDs and pulls her knees under her skirt to hide the lights that way too. Her core is beating ever so slightly, she's scared, but this time it feels a little fun... but she knows not to get cocky.

I know you JUST patched things up with that Drone who calls herself Tessa, but you should scare her for fun again. You'll get promoted if you do it, and that means more branded pens.

I’LL DO IT, DEAL ACCEPTED.

She does an aileron roll like as if she was StarFox or something to barely dodge the attack. "SHE'S LITERALLY THE LITTLE J WHO CAN'T FLY!" she exclaims as she swoops down and flies right past the J with a single disassembly drone gauntlet and legs that matches her own. "EEEEP!" flies as fast as her wings will go, holding onto the helmet.

I know you JUST patched things up with that Drone who calls herself Tessa, but you should scare her for fun again. You'll get promoted if you do it, and that means more branded pens.

I’LL DO IT, DEAL ACCEPTED.

Tessa blushed at J's teasing, awaiting the bite. The second she felt the drone clamp down, she felt that fear that night, but... it faded, recognizing the biting style. It infact was her J.

She let out a joyful squeak, recognizing the tingle of the warning signals that she had been hurt, as well as the trickle of oil running down her steel skin. Tessa tilted her head to the side to let J have better access. She pleaded, her voice weak with love and adoration, "Again, please... That... it felt nice."

Feral J AU - Mutuals Roleplay - Bringing her Out of Hiding.

Tessa sat in her bedroom, she hadn't left in 4 days since the incident with the Feral J, she sat in the dark on her charger bed, with her laptop, bottles of strawberry oil were littered around the room so badly it was starting to smell like a Strawberry Shortcake Doll factory.

Tessa's hair, the glorious length that had been stolen from her, had been replaced with a long and tangled mess, tied up in a high ponytail. Still draped over her shoulders were the tensor bandages, even though the injuries had scarred over. She didn't also either bother wearing a pretty dress and bows, just a plain black cotton dress with a long floor length skirt. She sat looking at cute cat photos, but everytime she'd hear a sound, she would jump a little.

She no longer sang, or laughed, nor was even @sd-lowercase-j able to coax her gently back from this depressive episode.

Tessa had not only lost her anger and fight towards the feral J, but she had somewhat lost herself in the fray.

I love these so much

"I yield, I yield," she exclaimed as she was pounced on, she held the helmet close to her chest so the J wouldn't hurt her. "Eep!" she squeaked in fright, upon seeing the foam coming out of the Feral J's mouth and seeing the big sharp claws and fangs. "Okay, Jaybird..." she called out for her J, "S-save me!" Flinches as a claw nears one of her bows.

I know you JUST patched things up with that Drone who calls herself Tessa, but you should scare her for fun again. You'll get promoted if you do it, and that means more branded pens.

I’LL DO IT, DEAL ACCEPTED.