i said it wasn't THAT messy not that it WASN'T messy ok anyway ok listen i'd rather u two gang up on me in sexier ways just, haha switch me and you bc i like it when you're the bottomest 😌
[ She says, as if she hadn't just recently gotten herself and South punished for her possessive behaviour "unbecoming of a submissive" in this city... ]
ok but i'm serious, contract her for me we even have room for her now she's sleeping in the literal dirt rn i just KNOW it
ur lucky this isn't out on the open network bc if u got told off again rn idek what we'd do but u gotta deal with the annoying ganging up b4 u can have the fun sexy ganging up
okay look if she says yes then sure, okay we do have the space now w/ the two extra bedrooms but yknow it still depends on her
that so? want to come to my shiny new workshop so i can tell u in person how much i like u underneath me??? u can even spank me for being bad, that'll show the government
anyway fine i'll let her decide ig and then when she says yes i'll write the contract for u two, dw 🥰
look either i check and ask a stupid question or i don't check and find out there's smth in there that's like instantly broken by the presence of bare tits or smth
ok u KNOW i work tits out half the time, that IS a stupid question 😤 anD OK I KNOW!!! obviously i like her but see ok i'm sextopia contractwife she's sextopia contractsexpal
[ On the surface, her rampant possessiveness is taking over again. And underneath? She wants Odessa around, obviously - but you're the one she loves the way she does, South, and she's trying to set some sort of boundary. But! Also!! ]
ok i'm kidding about the wife part but u know what i mean
...okay yeah that was an even stupider example idk bodily fluids yadda yadda yadda yadda
the world 'girlfriend' is right there but ig contractgirlfriend is clunky as fuck but no like i know what u mean u and me will always be different, dw bc i love You
[ It's 50/50 on if South realised what she was doing there, frankly. There really isn't a single big topic she's not capable of dropping into the middle of conversation entirely too casually. ]
see, simple ur my girlfriend and she isn't way easier to say too
[ South's in her bedroom which literally still has suitcases of her clothes laying around, unopened. Or she is for now, she is never immune to Sombra summons. ]
are u actually in ur workshop bc like there are Way more options for where i might have to go to kiss u than there used to be if u ever decide to play hide and seek again i'm gonna have my work cut out for me
[ In the workshop for South to find, by the time she gets there: Sombra doodles, of course. Her graffiti, digital this time as she's set up her hard light emitters for the wall she's using as her giant whiteboard but still stylized the way she likes, that reads: ]
[ Getting this house is going to give Sombra far too much power in the long run, she's sure of that, but she's not sure that's a complaint exactly. She stares at the writing for a solid few seconds before rolling her eyes fondly and walking around the workshop. Sombra has no doubt already left, but... ]
[ Seeming to abandon texting her, for now, Sombra communicates now through only the screen she has up: ]
try again ❌❌
[ Not in the chair, but it's a good try. She has a few things around though - including a pile of storage crates in a corner, wires of all kinds curling about the floor around them. They're stacked high enough that she'd technically be out of immediate reach if she were to be perched on top of them (she is), but not so high that South getting within that radius of hers won't trigger the proximity illumination.
It also doesn't mean that she won't immediately giggle, dive, and bolt away the second South's close enough to see her, a quick little menace who disappears easily back into invisibility when she darts past into the hall. ]
[ South takes a bit more care when idly stomping around the room the way she does than she would somewhere that wasn't a workshop where she doesn't want to break any of Sombra's things, but she ends up in front of the storage crates soon enough and— yep, there she fucking goes. ]
[ Zoom she goes, her giggles trail behind her carelessly.
Obvious that she wants South to chase her, she does in fact give her a hint in spite of telling her she wouldn't. More than one hint by now, the pattern enduring as she calls from- the room with their little bar (that isn't at all set up yet)? ]
Soooouthiiiiiiitaaaaa...
[ C'mon, South, time to test your Sombra wrangling skills. ]
[ Oh, she's chasing after her alright. A part of her really is reminded of training scenarios with CT, speedy slippery little fucker that she was too (yes, yes, South has a type, shut up), but at the same time it's been years and the association is distant.
She follows her to the room with the bar and whether she's invisible again or not, she's following either her eyes or ears to try and grab for her right off. ]
[ While she has, in fact, gone invisible again - South manages to get close enough to see her, that ghostly illumination of her body as she scurries away, just managing to escape her. Close. ]
Hah, too slow, carnala!
[ Up the stairs she goes, by the sound of her little footsteps, however light they are. Turning- hm, into South's room, perhaps? More than perhaps, it's South's room she slinks into and hides in, tucked away in a corner behind a laundry hamper when she sends another message to South's phone: ]
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anyway ok listen i'd rather u two gang up on me in sexier ways
just, haha
switch me and you bc i like it when you're the bottomest 😌
[ She says, as if she hadn't just recently gotten herself and South punished for her possessive behaviour "unbecoming of a submissive" in this city... ]
ok but i'm serious, contract her for me we even have room for her now
she's sleeping in the literal dirt rn i just KNOW it
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bc if u got told off again rn idek what we'd do
but u gotta deal with the annoying ganging up b4 u can have the fun sexy ganging up
okay look
if she says yes then sure, okay
we do have the space now w/ the two extra bedrooms
but yknow it still depends on her
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want to come to my shiny new workshop so i can tell u in person how much i like u underneath me???
u can even spank me for being bad, that'll show the government
anyway fine i'll let her decide ig
and then when she says yes i'll write the contract for u two, dw 🥰
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isn't there like sensitive eqip or smth in that workshop or is it all fuck proof
i feel like any lawyer who looked at that contract would forcibly rewrite it
we got enough weird looks and double checking w/ ours
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happy waifu happy laifu of course it's safe to fuck in here
and yeah yeah w/e most important thing is she knows i'm ur favorite little sweet bean 🥰
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instantly broken by the presence of bare tits or smth
babe u don't need anything in writing for That
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anD OK I KNOW!!!
obviously i like her but see ok
i'm sextopia contractwife she's sextopia contractsexpal
[ On the surface, her rampant possessiveness is taking over again. And underneath? She wants Odessa around, obviously - but you're the one she loves the way she does, South, and she's trying to set some sort of boundary. But! Also!! ]
ok i'm kidding about the wife part but u know what i mean
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idk bodily fluids yadda yadda yadda yadda
the world 'girlfriend' is right there but ig contractgirlfriend is clunky as fuck
but no like i know what u mean
u and me will always be different, dw
bc i love You
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[ also: njfekwnjkwbhwj !!!!! ]
i mean
i love u too soooooo
we could just use girlfriend
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no promises
[ It's 50/50 on if South realised what she was doing there, frankly. There really isn't a single big topic she's not capable of dropping into the middle of conversation entirely too casually. ]
see, simple
ur my girlfriend and she isn't
way easier to say too
[ The absolute embodiment of false chill. ]
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ヾ(⺣•◡•)ﾉ♡
ok good simple
anyway come kiss me, girlfriend
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are u actually in ur workshop
bc like there are Way more options for where i might have to go to kiss u than there used to be
if u ever decide to play hide and seek again i'm gonna have my work cut out for me
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ur it come find me 😽
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alright here we fucking go again then
[ Somewhere South is grumbling about why they bought a house with this much space as if she didn't used to live on a fucking starship. ]
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ok 1 2 3 go
[ Annnd there's an invisible Sombra in the house now. ]
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do i get even a single hint
[ Up to her feet with a dramatic sigh she goes. Where to start... well, probably the workshop, duh. ]
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glhf only counts if u grab me
[ In the workshop for South to find, by the time she gets there: Sombra doodles, of course. Her graffiti, digital this time as she's set up her hard light emitters for the wall she's using as her giant whiteboard but still stylized the way she likes, that reads: ]
🔥 hot 🔥
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oh now we're just adding rules huh
[ Getting this house is going to give Sombra far too much power in the long run, she's sure of that, but she's not sure that's a complaint exactly. She stares at the writing for a solid few seconds before rolling her eyes fondly and walking around the workshop. Sombra has no doubt already left, but... ]
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[ As South moves around the workshop, at first, the text stays the same. But when she moves far enough, it changes: ]
room temp
[ Joke's on you, South, she is in fact still in her workshop and she is staying (physically) silent. ]
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kinda reminds me of a training exercise like that tho
[ She squints at the text. Turns around and looks back into the room. Squints more.
Walks over to a workshop chair and tilts it back. ]
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try again ❌❌
[ Not in the chair, but it's a good try. She has a few things around though - including a pile of storage crates in a corner, wires of all kinds curling about the floor around them. They're stacked high enough that she'd technically be out of immediate reach if she were to be perched on top of them (she is), but not so high that South getting within that radius of hers won't trigger the proximity illumination.
It also doesn't mean that she won't immediately giggle, dive, and bolt away the second South's close enough to see her, a quick little menace who disappears easily back into invisibility when she darts past into the hall. ]
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[ South takes a bit more care when idly stomping around the room the way she does than she would somewhere that wasn't a workshop where she doesn't want to break any of Sombra's things, but she ends up in front of the storage crates soon enough and— yep, there she fucking goes. ]
You slick little—
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Obvious that she wants South to chase her, she does in fact give her a hint in spite of telling her she wouldn't. More than one hint by now, the pattern enduring as she calls from- the room with their little bar (that isn't at all set up yet)? ]
Soooouthiiiiiiitaaaaa...
[ C'mon, South, time to test your Sombra wrangling skills. ]
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[ Oh, she's chasing after her alright. A part of her really is reminded of training scenarios with CT, speedy slippery little fucker that she was too (yes, yes, South has a type, shut up), but at the same time it's been years and the association is distant.
She follows her to the room with the bar and whether she's invisible again or not, she's following either her eyes or ears to try and grab for her right off. ]
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Hah, too slow, carnala!
[ Up the stairs she goes, by the sound of her little footsteps, however light they are. Turning- hm, into South's room, perhaps? More than perhaps, it's South's room she slinks into and hides in, tucked away in a corner behind a laundry hamper when she sends another message to South's phone: ]
COLD ❄️❄️❄️ come make me warm
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/wrapping tag
one more smooch for the road