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Human!Red/Tucker. Anything goes.

/writes about her own characters all day erryday

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When York brought Red back home, Tucker hadn't paid much attention. Red looked like she always had when her hologram was up and she'd long since gotten used to having a raptor in the house. It was when she sat on the couch, which surprisingly didn't tilt severely under her weight, that Tucker looked up from teaching Junior how to suck at Mine Sweeper. She looked at the couch, then at Red before raising an eyebrow. "Uh, is there something going on I need to know about?"

Red beamed at her and patted Junior on the head, which he allowed because she was familiar in a strange way. "Am human now. Was accident. Station did something strange." She chirped.

"Oh. That's kinda... really fucking strange. But whatever. This place does weird shit all the time." She turned back to Junior, trying to explain the purpose of the flags again, when Red tugged at her shirt.

"Yeah? What'd you need, Red?"

"Permission."

"Uh, what? Sure, okay. You've got my permission to do whatever."

York was lured to the living room by the sound of high-pitched honking. It sounded a little more than distressed, mostly due to the dash of confusion mixed in. He frowned. If he kept being around Tucker's alien kid, he'd end up speaking the damn language. When he moved into the living room, he saw Junior in his usual place on Tucker's lap, but he seemed a little more than squished. Probably because Red had decided that one of the first things she should do with her human body was wrap her arms around Tucker's middle and press her face into the sim soldier's meager amount of chest.

To her credit, Tucker looked just as confused as he did, and slowly turned her head to stare at York as he entered and mouthed to him silently for help. York, deciding he'd had enough of this kind of thing for today and and in general from Tucker, slowly backed out of the room.

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Poor York. Poor Junior. DISTURBED FOREVER.