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@graviditas said: ♡ = complimenting them

send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse: ♡ = complimenting them

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▐│∶x∶; — dolcetto should have known better than to shove through the nest door with the same shoulder he'd taken a landing on, but he did it anyway. immediately, the bone and muscle burns in protest; he growls at himself, clasping a hand over the spot and squeezing it ( as though this might quell the pain ).

the others file into the bar shortly behind him. gunshow helps vi stumble to the nearest piece of furniture to sit her on it, and it sounds like cain and axel are still arguing. bido shuffles past him. roa ducks through the door, martel in his arms and insisting she can walk the rest of the way. she probably could but... a look exchanged between dol and roa says they'd both rather play it safe.

greed walks in last, kicking the door shut with his heel and shoving his hands into his pockets. dol winces a little to himself. the goons hadn't had the info they'd been hoping for. most of the "mission", if not all of it, had wound up being a bust, and that was terming it nicely. some of them had gotten hurt for little more than a hint in ... a direction--not even the RIGHT direction just A direction. no doubt the boss was peeved. what a fucking waste of time--

"--dolcetto."

he freezes mid-step, mentally bracing himself before turning around. he's used to the disappointed looks, the glares, even the laughter when he fucked up "tests" or had a reaction back in the labs. so that's what he's expecting.

instead, greed's grinning at him. and it's not the usual shit-eating grin, it's... genuine. "that was some quick thinking back there, runt," greed says, cuffing dol's shoulder with his knuckles. the touch makes dol flinch, but he's almost too surprised to notice as greed continues, "good job! heh! i'll make sure vulch remembers he owes you a favor for savin' his ass."

❛ ... ❜

well. this is happening.

❛ uh. th... anks, boss. --uh. ❜

it hits like a truck. this sudden, overwhelming energy that just about consumes him, mind and body. he doesn't know what to fucking do with it--he just has to MOVE--he's gotta do something--he's just. so. FUCKING excited--because--fuck, was he shaking??--oh shit.

if greed notices a change, he gives dol the mercy of pretending he doesn't. he merely pulls his glasses from his pocket, flicks them open, and places them on the bridge of his nose. "lookin' forward for our next team-up. now, go get some ice on your damn shoulder, already. i hear bruises suck ass."

and away he swaggers.

dol forces himself to stay perfectly still for another few seconds. then he turns, bolting right out the front door--separating himself from everyone else--and leaning into it so it slams shut behind him.

❛ --whatthefuck, ❜

he hisses, rolling his shoulders. it's... the first sincere praise he's received since getting the fuck out of the labs. and, shit... pretty sure if he could understand the dogs he shared this body with, they'd be vocalizing the sheer, unbridled energy coursing through him.

i did good--i did a good job--i was good--did good --a good thing wow--oh my god i didn't fuck up i did good--holy SHIT--

#graviditas #.x. meme: my muse's reaction #[ when you go like 14 years living in survival mode and face death on a daily basis and then suddenly #you and the doggos get your first taste of? affection? pride? love? AND YOU JUST WANNA RUN AROUND BUT ]#[ YOU'RE TRYING TO KEEP IT COOL ]#[ CONCEAL. DON'T FEEL. DON'T LET IT SHOW. ]

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