Who: Miss Mallow and Dynamo [and open to anyone on Ship Man] What: Dynamo decides to make a cake and it needs a feminine touch Where: Ship Man's kitchen When: The afternoon Warnings: Dynamo in an apron, language
Lil' Miss Marshmallow had just gotten back from her daily chores, broom still in hand as she paused at the door to look at Dynamo. No one was usually in the kitchen besides her, so she made her way over to him, surprised.
"Hm?" Dynamo looked from the unopened book to the robot beside him.
"Heya cutie," he said in a rather monotone voice, "I'm not getting in your way or anything, am I?"
At first Marshmallow had been like a godsend. A BLONDE angel, a total cutie... but despite his initial thoughts to pounce on her like a possessive animal, he decided in the end that that might not be the best idea. He had thought about Alia. Would she have liked it? 'Course not. So why would he treat this robot girl any different?
Besides, she was so cute and had been really nice after a certain traumatizing event involving X and photographs... he couldn't take advantage of her innocence after that.
"I, er... yeah. I'm trying to make a cake for the Wilybots, but I don't know how," he grimaced before trying to cover up his inexperience with a joke, "You know, for interrupting their circle-jerking."
He shrugged his shoulders, "I don't even know where to begin. I'm a jack-for-hire, not a cook."
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"Mr. Dynamo?"
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"Heya cutie," he said in a rather monotone voice, "I'm not getting in your way or anything, am I?"
At first Marshmallow had been like a godsend. A BLONDE angel, a total cutie... but despite his initial thoughts to pounce on her like a possessive animal, he decided in the end that that might not be the best idea.
He had thought about Alia. Would she have liked it? 'Course not. So why would he treat this robot girl any different?
Besides, she was so cute and had been really nice after a certain traumatizing event involving X and photographs... he couldn't take advantage of her innocence after that.
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"You are not in my way. No." She shook her head slowly, pigtails swaying slightly.
"Do you require help, you seem troubled Mr. Dynamo."
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He shrugged his shoulders, "I don't even know where to begin. I'm a jack-for-hire, not a cook."
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