Good God, what have I done.

[harpoonmode]

[...There aren't any words. So just read this instead.]

Who's awesome? You're awesome.

If I knew I wouldn't smush you just by picking you up, I would hug you.

[He pauses, grinning.]

...Actually, I think I might hug you anyway. [He makes a squishing motion between two of his talons.] Squish. Hehe. Get workin' on the rest of those icons, gurl!

Comments

[sweet_riiiiims]

...think I might have run over a skinjob like you before.

[harpoonmode]

[He narrows his optics.] ...You tried. [Aaand mood swing back to a grin.] And that's what counts!

[sweet_riiiiims]

[...slight headtilt.]

Looks like a makeover does wonders.

[harpoonmode]

Yeah! 'Sides, lesser chances of getting stomped on, anyway.

[sweet_riiiiims]

Fliers have special problems of their own~

Either way, that paint suits you.

[harpoonmode]

Ah, it's nothin' you can't figure out after like a milennia of training. And crashing. Into a military base your first day ever flying

ANYWAY, ya really think so? I wanted somethin' a little flashier, but the mun said "nooo, you're supposed to be a scooooout, blah blah blah".

[shutthehellup]

...

[Congratulations, Swerve. You've stunned...well, Swerve silent.]

[harpoonmode]

[And while the mun facerolls into an awkward turtle, Swerve's just kind of staring expectantly.]

What are you lookin' at.

[shutthehellup]

That, well, is an excellent question. I mean, there's the obvious answer of 'Swerve' here, but my name is also Swerve. So you see how this can be a bit, well, strange. Granted, I've met a different, third Swerve before, so this shouldn't be as odd.

Different universes are weird.

[harpoonmode]

...Honestly, anyone who can get used to that has a bolt loose somewhere.

At least we can agree on that.

[staresat]

[Why do you look familiar.]

[Also hi, here's a big creep. Just staring.]

[You know, the usual.]

[harpoonmode]

[You'd think he'd make a mental note to get used to big staring creeps. lolnope.]

...Didn't I trade bodies with you once? When I was squishy, I mean.

[staresat]

[Don't remind him of that. That was unpleasant.]

[He's more interested in how you're suddenly not a squishy.]

[Just looking you up and down with that optic and ignoring the question. Dont mind him.]

[harpoonmode]

...Sooooo, uh. If you're wondering how I, uh... robotified... get in line, 'cause I don't even know.