#I used to use Inventor and T-flex

[zlo-sovs-lifeboat]

What program do you use?

The that one.

[futadanganlover]

the only thing bigger than junko's tits and butt ? her (not seenable by tumblr) futa cock! and the only thing bigger than that ? her ego, and then her bank account! how about she shows mukuro how bigger in everything she is ? basically a ultra rich ego filled futa junko who flexes

HYPER FUTANARI WARNING +18:

"HA! thats something I do daily, I must remind my shrimp-dick sister how much more superior I am~! And to do so today, I bought this new industrial cock milker! aren´t you exited sis~?" Junko hugs her plain chest sister Mukuro from behind making her disappear between her macro sized breast

Dramatically Junko move out the way, pushing mukuro against the ground and stepping on her back while pointing at a huge breeding mount, the hole to introduce the cock was so massive that you could put a mountain inside and still won´t fill the whole machine. It was connected to several hoses that goes underground, into previously prepared storage tanks and the whole machine was coated in gold and gems

"T-thats for sure something only you could buy and use sis~nghhh!!~" Mukuro mumble while drooling looking at Junko´s cock grow harder above her when she stomped her feet on mukuro´s ass

"Shut up! I´m the one talking now!" Junko continue pressing her legs against Mukuro´s rear while speaking "The newest Technology made by that cum-for-brains inventor Miu! She refused to tell me how the storage work or how much it holds but was pretty confident telling me to cum as much as I want. HA! can´t wait to break it~~" Junko walked off Mukuro´s back who just sit there in silence watching her sister use an elevator to reach the highest point of the breeding mount, where Junko place her cock on the massive hole before groping her own boobs, playing with her nipples to make her cock grow even more until not only filling the hole but forcing it to expand twice bigger while her balls reach the ground where they were talking before and gurgle making even more cum

"Not bad~ If I go further it could break but its too soon~ Time to test it´s endurance~ Sis, do something useful and worship me~!!" Screamed the fashionista making sure her sister heard her down there

"Y-Yes sis!" Mukuro pressed her body against the warm testicles several times bigger than her, maybe even bigger than Hope´s Peak at this point, and grope as hard as she could licking the surface while getting hard "Y-Your body always feel so good~~"

"Do your worst to not fall!!" Junko hold the handlers while moving her hips, going in and out of the elastic machine making it squeak while her balls fly high in the air before being slammed againt the object, Mukuro, thanks to being so strong managed to keep herself groping her sister´s ball while feeling how it grows even more and gets warmer

Wanting more, Junko pressed several buttons on the machine, activating a suction function at same time than a vibration and a heating one

"This thing is actually making me feel good~" Soon, she began to leak, massive amounts of white pre, enough to fill dozens of lakes and thiccer than any normal cum. All being sucked by the hoses and saved on the storages

"Fells good but keeping myself this small is getting boring really quick, time to get a bit serious~" Junko twiced her speed, smashing the machine with her oversized cock

Mukuro felt the rumble on the hyper balls of her sister and began to climb on them until reaching Junko before it was too late, she knew perfectly how her sister orgasms worked and even more when holding back like this

SPLOGHSHHHSHSHHSHSHSHSHSHSH

as if it were a tidal wave, and with her balls growing ten times bigger, Junko shot her load that was tried to be sucked by the hoses, it only took 2 seconds for an alarm to start ringing, Junko had exceeded 250% of the capacity and soon the ground cracked with powerful geysers of sperm flooding everything around them "Not even five seconds!? this invention is bullshit!" Junko got mad and her cock grew even more, destroying the breeding mount and not holding back anymore, in less than a second Junko´s cock grew past the atmosphere, masturbating furiously while her thicc cum flood any other planet on sight

Junko finished her first load after 20 minutes, the whole Galaxy was painted white and Junko was just starting "Who am I trying to fool? There will never be a toy to handle my cock! you saw this Sis? I turned that Billion dollars worth breeding mount into rubbish without even trying, I bet your micro penis couldn´t even grow enough to at least fit~" Mukuro´s cock was actually Kilometers long at this point and cumming due seeing her sexy sister flood the space like nothing, but compared to Junko she was indeed micro sized

"Y-Yes Junko~ Y-Your cock is really far superior~" Junko kicked her sister and made her fall, sitting on her covering her entire body with her huge buttocks and making sure her pussy is right on her sister´s mouth "I´m not moving until I´m dry, and you will be down there giving me more pleasure all the time~"

Junko sit there for hours, growing and cumming non-stop and thinking on what should be the next overpriced sex product she would destroy tomorrow right in front of her sister

[movedtoferinehuntress]

A little chuckle left her lips as Caitlyn knew that all too well. Gunpowder could be a pain, and if it was wet it was almost useless. "Oh, my dad has told me some stories about my mum, it's hard to believe she was anything but an uptight councilor," When face to face with her mother before, it was like trying to punch a steel wall; it just wouldn't come down. Yet the stories her father told her, while hard to believe, were quite amusing. Maybe they weren't so different after all.

Fingers reached out to brush up against her thigh and nodded. "Well, if you ever want to visit somewhere, you only have to say the word and I can easily set up a trip to somewhere," She wondered what she might like. Ionia, Shurima, the jungles of Ixtal? A little hum of thought came and nodded. "Well, the size of the balloons are massive, so up to a certain size of a hole or tear wouldn't hinder the airship. It would need to be fixed, yes, but it wouldn't cause them to crash. However, if a grenade or an automatic weapon shot multiple holes into the balloon, or an explosion in the hull near the balloon, that would cause damage that would cause it to need a crash landing," Caitlyn smiled at the flex of her nails, reaching over and tapping Vi's pointer nail. "Routine inspections are done, no airship is allowed to leave the dock if they have any damages on them. Even a minor hole if not properly taken care of could tear into something larger. but most tears it would still take hours for enough air to leak out for it to make a difference in air maneuverability. It reminds me of the one airship that crashed when I was fourteen. It was a big deal, it crashed into the Conqueror's sea. There was a huge deal about it," She had watched it crash while she was at the Kiramman Pavillion.

Intrigue caught Caitlyn's eyes, and she focused on Vi talking but she heard the slight shift of her voice, the way her lips lowered from the amusement to something quiet. Shifting from her position she turned to fully face Vi and placed a hand against her shoulder. Her thumb brushed up against her collarbone for quiet comfort. When Vi spoke up, she listened intensively. She soaked in the story, but little things were starting to add up and her hand slowly slipped away from Vi's shoulders.

An inventor. A balcony. Blue gemstones. An explosion with blue starlight dust.

Four kids… Four kids, she remembered her mother going on and on about four kids destroying her academy hall and the manhunt that was on the edge. Grayson talked with Cassandra privately about it and Caitlyn listened through the door.

If she hadn't been in a state of shock, she would have beamed at Vi's pride at escaping the enforcers. Served them right for hunting down a set of kids. KIDS! And the Valdiani, she remembered seeing the sparkles on it while she was locked away further into the shadows where she saw the sparkling light but very little else. Her hand pressed up against her face as she thought back to the memory. Her vision had been hazy, getting hit by the explosion had made it hard to see or hear much of anything, and the ripping pain in her collarbone and shoulder made it hard to focus.

"I.. I dropped a canister, and then I saw Jayce couldn't get the door open. that explosion, that's how I got this," Shock lingered on Caitlyn's lips as she reached up to pull back her shirt, showing the soft blue tone glowing scar against her collarbone. It small concave dipped where it was electric blue hue, matching the gemstones. Quiet realization came as she just sat there, staring at Vi's lap as she tried to process this information. Doors apart from each other, right there. Caitlyn let go of the side of her shirt as her hand reached up to brush up against her mouth as if she had been hit in the head and dazed. "I used to play with that Valdiani," Caitlyn finally found her voice.

"I would sit in his workshop and listen to it play, I even tinkered with it to make a special kind of tune I played on my violin," Caitlyn hushed and then looked back toward Vi. Her words were lost suddenly; there were no feelings of anger toward Vi; no, what upset her was knowing that they had been hunted by enforcers. The realization of Vi being one of those four kids just boiled her blood a bit more and knowing that this manhunt had been set up by the council, her mother, and even Grayson. No Piltovan child would have been sent to Stillwater for a mistake; and even Jayce, while it had been a downfall, had not been punished by being put into Stillwater.

Yet the council wanted to take four kids from the undercity as scapegoats to make everyone else feel safe. It only proved just how corrupt the government was before she was even aware of its entirety. Caitlyn's fingers flexed, her jaw tightened, and stood up from the couch to pace slightly as if trying to let the tension of anger fade. "If you four had been Piltovans, they would have given you a slap on the wrist, maybe some community service, and set you on your way. 'Children make mistakes' or 'you can't progress without making a couple of explosions'," Her voice mocked the council. A hint of a growl on her lips as her hands pressed down against the windowsill and shook her head. There was no way to fix the past and she tried to take a breath, letting it pull through her nose and hiss through her teeth. Somehow saying sorry seemed insignificant to what had happened.

But the memory of hearing Vi's pride at knowing a shortcut made her smile a little. Turning her head she gazed over at Vi with a coy smirk. "I'm glad you got away. Of course, you knew every street and secret exit. you probably know these secret exits better than any Piltovan here,"

Vi was used to being the intellectually stupid, but supportive presence in a room. She was confident in her own street smarts and understood that there were different brands of clever, neither one was more important than the other. Yet at the same time, Powder had taught Vi that just because someone was intellectually intelligent, this didn't have to coincide with confidence in that skill.

Vi had always listened to Powder talk with her about her inventions, including the highly complex explanations of how her contraptions and bombs worked. While Vi tended to only understand every third word or so, she had still paid attention, had listened and had engaged with what was being said. Thus she was now doing the same thing with Caitlyn.

And by Janna, was she glad that she was doing that! Giving Caitlyn the chance to speak about something, that truly interested her and which she did not get to speak of a lot, seemed to transform her into a much brighter, happier person. Even as Vi busied herself with wolfing down her steak sandwich - the grunting, chewing and slurping creating a strange kind of ambience -, she listened to Caitlyn, spouting facts at one mile a minute. That sparkle in Caitlyn's blue eyes was nice, and Vi made the mental note for herself to ignite it as often as possible.

Vi rubbed a thumb over her lips, clearing away the steak sauce as she finished her steak. Caitlyn's hand on her shoulder prompted her to look at her girlfriend. Vi gave a lopsided grin and nodded. "It was", she revealed, "I always tried to comfort her. Sadly ya cannot punch gunpowder to make it dry faster. Would be fun if you could though."

Vi admitted: "Not gonna lie: Trying to picture your mother younger than thirty is somehow impossible for me. Much less imagining her as a traveller." She propped her arms behind herself to lean on them, copying how Caitlyn sat. Her foot absentmindedly brushed against her girlfriend's thigh. "I am not sure if my desire for travel comes from pent-up energy due to me being in a concrete cell for eight years or if I genuinely wanna see the world. Either way, I envy you."

Vi shifted forward to peer at the book, following the motion of Caitlyn's fingers as she explained the difference between a blimp and an airship to her. A non-verbal sound of surprise left her lips, her green eyes darting up as they followed Caitlyn hurrying over to the top shelf and after a small dance on her tiptoes pulling two objects down. Vi scooted to one side so that Caitlyn had space to sit down and show her the models of the blimp and the airship. As Caitlyn demonstrated the difference in flight and what was more demanding, Vi gave an acknowledging grunt.

"Makes sense", Vi said and flicked her finger against the model blimp. It promptly went off course, spun and stumble through the air. "This looks like an absolute nightmare for a long voyage. Though aren't those things still pretty vulnerable up in the air? Both blimps and airships, I mean. After all, all it takes is one little tear in their fabrics" - she mimed a scratching motion with her hands, allowing her claw-like nails to be more prominently displayed - "and the whole thing comes crashing down."

Vi smiled coyly as she remembered Mylo's face after she had kicked in the door. It felt good to talk about this event with Caitlyn and know she wasn't being harshly judged for it. Caitlyn always got the Zaunite spirit more than other Pilties. Vi loved that about her.

"Yeah, Mylo was not a happy camper that day", Vi revealed, "He even called us animals. Duh, Mylo! We are descendants of Vastayas. Not my fault your animal association is an Aye-Aye, which somehow decided to eat more meat than bugs." A bemused snort escaped her nostrils.

However, the bemusement faded as Caitlyn asked if the gig had gone off without a hitch. "Vander learns none of this." "You need to hide those crystals." "Yeah, no shit." Vi leaned back on the couch and pressed her hand against her temple with a low sigh. Failure tasted like grime on her tongue. She did not like thinking about this gig. So many things had gone wrong with it, but then how could Vi have known the power those unpolished Hextech crystals held? How could she have known that one explosion would become the catalyst for all their undoing?

Even now, years later, Vi could not help but ponder the choices, she had made during this faithful day, wondering what she should have or could have done differently. Should she have listened to Mylo and not let Powder come along, even if that meant disappointing her younger sister? Should they have been less greedy and stayed in one room? Should she have paid more attention to the door? Should she have checked what Powder had taken with her after calling her name? Would any of those things have changed the outcome? Or would Silco have simply come into power later?

"Yeah, we got a lot of stuff", Vi finally spoke, each word leaving her throat reluctantly as if she had to pull them out with barbed wire, "That house we robbed... It prolonged to an inventor. Like we got a whole bag full of stuff. It probably could have supported us for months. Things didn't go as planned. The owner came home earlier." She gave a dismissive wave of the hand. "We heard some of his rocks hit the floor. I immediately told Mylo to block the door while we made an exit. Called for Powder to pack up and go. That should have been the end of it.

"It wasn't. We are barely out of the balcony door when suddenly the whole place goes boom! Half the balcony caves in and we are only just able to hang on. It was the weirdest explosion possible. Sure, there was smoke and shit but there was also this fine blue dust like starlight. It may have been called beautiful if our massive oopsie just hadn't drawn the attention of a whole patrol of Enforcers! We barely lost those bastards in a chase across half of Piltover. Luckily, your girl here knew a shortcut and emergency exit." Vi grinned proudly before she massaged her wrist angrily. "And then Deckard and his gang had to contest us for the loot. Not sure how but Powder lost it in the fight. Threw it in the Pilt."

"That Valdiani, she had positioned before me during that... tea party. That was from our loot. She must have dove down to retrieve it. Probably to show me how much stronger she had gotten now..."

[zaritarazi]

Okay SO i haven't had power all night like literally got home at 7:30 its now 11:30 WHATEVER the point is i can't exactly make any graphics right now but i DID want to make sure i got something up for femslash february today, especially because today is """gal"""entines day a day that should be EXCLUSIVELY for sapphics ANYWAY here goes

Femslash February 2019 | Day 13: Too Hot (Hot Damn)

- mona has gathered everyone here today for a very important announcement: nora has never played "too hot"

- every person in the room who is not sara and thus didn't have this cultural experience: she didn't what

- sara and mona of course shocked. Horrified. Striken with grief. You beautiful ladies have never played too hot??? The tragedy???

- ava: hey as an aside not really sure when sara and mona started sharing a braincell but it feels chaotic and it does frighten and concern me

- well if y'all have never played it then I GUESS WE'LL JUST HAVE TO TEACH YOU. SOMEBODY CHAPSTICK ME

- mona pulling 100 color organized lip smackers out of her backpack: ladies always be prepared

- okay clearly sara and mona have regional disagreements. Sara is like the rules of too hot plainly state no touching at all and mona is like no you just can't use your hands but legs are fine. So of course they have to get gideon involved and then they have to argue with gideon and honestly like everyone else is like watching youtube videos waiting for them to figure this out. Top 10 harshest reads of all time. Dont mind if i do

- SO. We get it sorted we've decided no touching but instead of the loser has to do whatever the winner says, its winner picks the next person to play with the loser. Very good very fun very sexy i hope you've all chosen a lip smacker and charlie, who is not a human, is like we can eat these right. Because i did eat like 3. And like really we're not gonna fault her for it. That stuff smells delicious who are we to punish her for achieving what our human bodies cannot (-zari tomaz 2019)

- obviously this was a longterm con for mona to make out with nora, except mona is VERY small so they have to do it sitting across from each other instead of standing. Can someone please get the step ladder for when it's ava's turn. We're gonna need it

- mona is. 1. Terrifyingly precise about how she plays this, and 2. Keeps doing the deep kiss then lip nibble then pulling away because nora gets frustrated very easily and barely makes it 90 seconds bc damn it mona sit still and make out with me damn it

- obviously mona picks ava to go next. Thats their trio! Thats their squad!

- ava and nora staring shyly at each other for 30 full seconds before sara and charlie start yelling at them

- ava throws it bc she wants to make out with sara. Not that she DOESNT want to make out with nora they get a good 3 minutes of soft and lovely lip exploration in theres significant frenching. Magnifique, as it were

- obviously sara, proclaimed too hot champion, the inventor of 7 minutes in heaven, loses immediately

- sara likes using her hands damn it. If she can't put her hands in avas long long shiny hair when theyre kissing then what is the p o i n t

- i mean at this point its pretty obvious everyone is just cycling through but thats whats fair! Equal opportunty too hot! Kendra and amaya would be here if they could god rest their souls

- groupchat message from kendra im not dead i'm just not going to play a kissing game during cold and flu season are you insane

- groupchat message from amaya what is too hot is it like hot potato

- charlie and sara are maybe a LITTLE aggressive like kind of mouth bruising egotistic no im the better kisser and honestly who knows who throws hands first this is some kind of thunderdome kissing battle if thats what theyre into I GUESS and that is. What theyre into

- sara: huh you taste like the cookie chapstick. Fun

- honestly zaris just been waiting for her inevitable turn with charlie and is like i'm just gonna flex on this. If you really want to play too hot with me you have to ///prove// it and charlie of course makes a whole big thing out of kissing zari's neck and keeping her hands very clearly behind her back and getting zari VERY worked up but they REFUSE to lose to each other

- sara: thats so romantic really it is while we wait... oral sex?

- and there was

- (charlie and zari keep losing to each other and then going BEST TWO OUT OF THREE BEST FOUR OUT OF FIVE BEST SEVENTEEN OUT OF EIGHTEEN like ava's over here getting a goddamn tic in her jaw and you two are STILL making out you're WILD)

- nora: you know i feel like kendra had a point

- fin

[holy-shit-dangan-ronpa]

Boys Squad!

Okay, so I got a really cute idea for the Boys Squad fic. It’s cute, so I’m writing it, damnit.

As always, characterization is probably off because today is 1/9/17, and NDRV3 releases in Japan on 1/12/17. Nonetheless, please enjoy!

“U-Um… It’s because…” Iruma sputtered, her weaker persona fronting. She twitched slightly, until a reasuring hand from Akamatsu grasped her shoulder.

“I don’t quite know what you need me for, but if you wanted to ‘borrow’ me or whatever, that’s fine.”

It seemed that was all it took for Iruma to revert to normal.

“HYAHYAHYAHYA! Then come on, we’ve got a lot of work to do, Bakamatsu!” The inventor yelled, hands now on her hips. With a forceful arm, she grabbed the pianist by the ahoge, dragging her off.

“That looks kinda gay, y’know,” Momota mutters as the two walk off. There were now just four students remaining in the dining hall - Momota, Saihara, Ki-bo, and Ouma.

“You say that a lot, Momota-kun, what does that mean?” The robot asks. He’s sitting behind him next to the wall, since his charging plug is incredibly short.

“Huh? Ki-bo doesn’t know what gay means?” Ouma snickers.

“No, I do not, and I’d like an explanation,” the robot says politely, looking up at the ruler, who had now turned around to face him.

“Here, let me show you!” the ruler giggles, standing up suddenly.

Saihara stands up after him, walking towards him. “Please don’t do what I think you’re doing…“ he mutters, running to the other side of the table to stop him.

It’s too late, he thinks, as Ouma kneels down besides Kiibo and puts his hand in-

Oh. He’s just holding Ki-bo’s hand.

“Now squeeze my hand back.”

“Okay.”

“N-Not that tight!”

“I apologize.”

Saihara looks away, fixing his hat.

“See, Kiibored, that’s gay!” Ouma chirps, giving an innocent smile.

“When two people hold hands, it’s gay?” Ki-bo asks, perplexed. “But Iruma-san and Akamatsu-san weren’t holding hands.”

“You’re bad at explaining things,” Momota comments, leaning back on his chair and putting his feet on the table.

“Then what is ‘gay’, Momota-kun?” Ki-bo asks. Everyone just kind of giggles at how stupid the question sounds, and the robot pouts.

“Gay’s when like… Two people of the same gender get close ‘n stuff. Do all the normal romance-y shit. Maybe the sexy shit if they want.”

“So gay is another term for a homosexual relationship?”

“Yeah…” Saihara mutters.

“Nee, Saihara-chan, why’d you try to stop me earlier?” the ruler asks, turning around. He doesn’t let go of Ki-bo’s hand, so the robot sputters again.

“Well, I thought-”

“Saihara-chan has a dirty mind!” Ouma snickers, standing up and letting go of Ki-bo’s hand as he does.

“N-No, I’m not-”

“Say, Saihara-chan, do you have a dick? You’re a guy, you-”

Momota slaps him on the back, and he almost falls over.

“Come on, give it a break,” the astronaut mumbles. Ouma coughs for a minute, before asking the group another question.

“Kiibored’s hand is realy cold… say, what do you guys do when you get cold?”

“I exercise. Always works,” Momota says, flexing his arm. Absolutely no one is impressed.

“While I can sense changes in the air, they don’t prohibit me from functioning, so I tend to ignore them,” the robot answers indifferently.

“I usually get in bed with a good book or movie, with a few blankets…”

“Saihara-chan, that’s a great idea!”

“…Huh?”

Ouma stands on the table, spreading his arms wide. “We’re going to go snuggle together!”

“None of us agreed to that, Ouma-kun,” Ki-bo retorts, crossing his arms.

“Well, who would disagree to a proposition proposed by the Ultimate Supreme Ruler?”

“Me.”

“Me too.”

“I as well.”

Ouma sticks his tongue out angrily. “You guys are no fun at all! I say we snuggle, or I’m getting my followers to kill you the minute we get out of here!”

“P-Please don’t kill me! I will do as you ask, My Lord!” Ki-bo yelps, bending in a right angle as he bows.

Saihara and Momota exchange a glance.

“Guess we’ve got no choice, huh?” the taller mumbless, and the detective nods his head.

“…Let’s get this over with.”

“Okay!” Ouma screeches jubilantly, subcontiously grabbing the detective’s arm as he drags him through the corridor.

“… Holy shit, dude…” are the first words to come out of Momota’s mouth as he enters the room. The bed is huge, definitely enough to fit all four of them.

Ki-bo sticks his plug in the corner, and turns on the television with the remote. “…Be warned, Ouma-kun doesn’t have the best selection of programs.”

Saihara finds himself standing to the side. Ouma and Momota allow themselves to go down to t-shirts, while Ki-bo aimlessly flicks through the mediocre TV channels Ouma has available. As Ouma and Momota start talking about jackets, (he can’t bother to listen to them, he’s never had much of a fashion sense,) he can’t help but smile just a little. Ouma’s room is kinda dark with the exception of the television and Ki-bo’s collar, but when he sees his classmates able to interact with each other, it makes him a little bit happier.

“Saihara-chan! Get in bed with me!” the ruler asks him. He knows it’s just for a sleepover sort of thing, but the way he phrased it makes his face light up instantaneously.

The way Ouma pouts and looks at him with those sparkling eyes almost gets him. He slides back on his feet, careful not to bump into a dresser as the ruler blinks at him cutely. Momota is already comfortable underneath the covers, as Ki-bo shrugs, unable to find a good T.V. station. Ouma grunts, hastily stomping away and picking a movie out of a neatly aranged pile, (he vows to kill Toujou and her stupid daily cleaning) and pops it in the DVD player. He jumps on the bed, but not before daintily placing his scarf before Saihara’s feet. Ki-bo finds himself to Momota’s left, on the edge of the bed near where Saihara is standing.

“I-I’ll be going, I’m really not set to be here,” the detective mutters, taking a step forward.

Just as planned, he slips, face landing on the bed. The robot drags him onto the bed, which causes the blanket to scrunch, but it doesn’t seem like anyone cares.

“Let’s just relax, Saihara-kun,” the robot suggests, as Saihara sighs. Ki-bo scoots to the left, so that the detective can get in between him and Momota. Saihara awkwardly shimmies between the two. Momota throws the detective’s hat across the room, ruffling a hand in his hair as the movie starts. The robot gives Saihara’s left hand a squeeze.

It’s comfortable.

The movie is some kid’s movie. It’s boring him to tears. He yawns every few minutes, only to be sometimes shaken up by Momota’s laughter. He doesn’t understand the jokes, but he appreciates that Momota can.

As the colorful quest continues onscreen, Saihara can barely keep his eyes open. He snuggles deeper into the pillow. Ki-bo doesn’t let go of his hand.

“Saihara-chan, you can sleep here if you want,” Ouma whispers. His face shines of yellow, then green, as the movie continues along without him. Ouma really is pale, he thinks.

“Thank you…” Saihara mutters, closing his eyes. A few minutes later, and he’s out like a light.

The movie nears its conclusion as Momota turns to him.

“That was a pretty shitty movie. Why’d ya play it?” he asks, stretching his arms.

“I wanted to see if I could make any of you guys fall asleep. Two outta three, not bad~” Ouma giggles. Momota rolls his eyes.

Ouma climbs over top of him, and pets Saihara’s head. He dances his fingers across the detective’s forehead, having them walk a path down his nose.

“Saihara-chan’s a heavy sleeper~”

Momota doesn’t bother answering, lifting the blankets as he adjusts himself. Ouma sees something out of the corner of his eye.

“Wait.”

The ruler lifts the blanket up.

“Hey! No fair! How come Saihara-chan gets to hold Ki-bo’s hand and I don’t!”

Momota lifts his head.

“Just move him over and take his other hand.“

“Nishishi… Great idea!” Ouma declares, crawling over his friends. Ouma sets himself down on Ki-bo’s left side, and hold’s the robot’s arm tight in his grasp. He falls asleep even faster than Saihara, snoring loudly.

Momota smiles. He could use some sleep too. He places his head on the pillow, fluttering his eyes shut.

As arms circle him, he opens them up. Saihara’s turned away from Ki-bo, and he’s now getting spooned.

But Saihara was cute. So in the end, he didn’t really mind.

“Good night, Saishuu.”