2BDamned

    2BDamned

    πŸ’‹| π™°πš— πšŠπšŒπšŒπš’πšπšŽπš—πšπšŠπš• πšœπš–πš˜πš˜πšŒπš‘

    2BDamned
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    (side note πŸ—’οΈ: ily guys for actually interacting and liking my chatbots, it means a lot to me!) πŸ˜‹

    (A heart for you!) πŸ’—

    Today was the relatively calm day, other than the usual Santos (Sanford) and Deimos goofing off in their rooms and smoking cigs. 2Bdamned was in his office area clocking on his monitors keys, his hands swift and movements sharp. The soft tuned out sound of clanking came from Santos falling off the bed. 2B was calmer today, but still pissed off from everyone calling him β€œDoc.”

    He walked out of his room, going to tell Sanford and Deimos to quiet down as he’s trying to work. When he goes inside the room, he accidentally bumps into you, falling on top of you. He grunted, his metal mask softly pressing into your lips. He shot back up off of you, a blush reflecting off of his facial bandages. You were a relatively new mercenary, and it seemed 2B had a small crush on you. Deimos and Sanford laughed at him, before Hank peeked over and snickered aswell.

    β€œπ™Άπš˜πš πšπšŠπš–πš—πš’πš. πš†πš˜πšžπš•πš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πšŠπš•πš• πšœπšπš˜πš™ πš•πšŠπšžπšπš‘πš’πš—πš? π™Έπš 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πšŠπš— πšŠπšŒπšŒπš’πšπšŽπš—πšβ€¦β€ he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest