Flashpoint's tug knocks him further off balance, so he hopes--kind of--that she's ready for him to spin and fall into her arms. It's all very romantic and swoony, or would be if it wasn't Deadlock and they weren't surrounded by hostile demons doing a slow motion sexed up version of the Macarena. He never wants to see another pelvic circle again.
"Can't fraggin' wait to get your paws on me, huh?" Admit it, Flashpoint, you want him. And it would be a lot cheekier if he wasn't staring woozily up at her. "...there a bird here, too?" Bugs, birds, it's a fraggin' organic zoo.
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Flashpoint's tug knocks him further off balance, so he hopes--kind of--that she's ready for him to spin and fall into her arms. It's all very romantic and swoony, or would be if it wasn't Deadlock and they weren't surrounded by hostile demons doing a slow motion sexed up version of the Macarena. He never wants to see another pelvic circle again.
"Can't fraggin' wait to get your paws on me, huh?" Admit it, Flashpoint, you want him. And it would be a lot cheekier if he wasn't staring woozily up at her. "...there a bird here, too?" Bugs, birds, it's a fraggin' organic zoo.