Poochie! 🌸

Got the point? 🍭 Poochie! 🍬 Universe-misplaced journalist — has her own paper! 🍰 IT and engineering genius 🍪 Expert Photographer 🍩 Always gets her target 🍫 From alt universe where toy mascots are real people 🧁 Written by #CreepinCrinoid

[hey y'all i'm in the process of archiving stuff from my accounts and fuckin Leaving if you're interested in talkin to me or RPing again or ANYTHING, i'm on discord as eebles or tumblr as eebles-eebly]

"Should I stop him? Ahahahaahahahahahaaaaaaaah just kiddingggggg."

She perks up from the motherboard she was working on.

“…I couldn’t say. If we don’t come up with somethin’, though, I guess it’s high time to leave.”

“I knew this was the endgame but I guess I couldn’t bring myself to turn back just because of the implications.”

“Well, as far as I know, Project Caniche is just awaiting…approval… …what do I do with myself? Is this what we want? Handing over my hard work as…war machines?”

“I’m…inclined to agree. Especially knowing *someone* stole our combat data logs from March. Scoots, that was…”

She lifted up her welding mask. "What's the scoop? You've been talking to yourself for about half an hour."

“N-not as bad as I used to be, you guppy!”

“Is color coding across different units important to you? Like, red buttons always mean something similar, for instance…”

“I’d think we accomplished both of those things, considering it requires two pilots while Little Jiraiya is still hanging onto the back… Actually. Wait. Dumb question. Do you see colors normally?”

“I appreciate it, but I wouldn’t know what to tell you. Though…hmm…”

“I hope it’s that easy…maybe we should axe this.”