dreamersdiealone:

“Do I?” Gravity asked simply, turning in his seat to face him. “How could you tell? Was it the frustrated sighing or the pen clicking that brought you to such a conclusion? You do good work, detective.” What might have sounded cruel to anybody who hadn’t known him well, to Star was just the usual..Gravity being silly. His sense of humor relied heavily on dry wit, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Now why would I want you to stop bothering me? You act as though I want to be left to agonize over this blank paper in silence.” He stood, and made his way to the other robot, offering him his hand. “I’m terrible at writing letters, as it would seem.”

“Glad to be of assistance.” Star gave him a warm, albeit sly salute with two fingers, “I didn’t even need to pull out the monocle, either. Just natural observation talent.” Of course, it was all well-intentioned, on both ends. They talked to each other fleetingly abrasive, and doubly affectionate, a balance not many would be apt to keep— but keep he had. Had this been six months prior, it would have been hard to imagine, but knowing what he knew now, he wouldn’t change a thing.

The scones smelled really great, but he could only blink at them once.

He retreated from stoveside to let them do their thing without hassle, and scooped his lovers hand up without hesitation. This was their day, of course he wouldn’t be allowed to keep himself separated for long, no matter if he was told to or otherwise! “What is it you’re agonizing over? Probably not a report or anything, you’d have that done in minutes.” Another kiss to Gravity’s knuckles and he met gaze with him as he pulled away. “Can I help? Agony isn’t a face you wear too well. I’d like to see you smiling.” And here he was cracking a lopsided grin to try to coax it out of him.

(Source: gravity-man, via gravity-man)

dreamersdiealone:

It was a holiday invented by fools, and celebrated…by fools. Which is why Gravity was utterly embarrassed to be seated at his desk with the end of his pen pressed to his lower lip in thought.

Your eyes are like…blue…no, no… that was terrible.



How could he possibly write a romantic letter for somebody like Star Man? If only letters could write themselves, he thought. If only Wily had built him more creative or enchanting.

It was certainly harder than it initially seemed.

“You look distraught.”

It was a simple observation from the spacefarer, simple and obvious, but he literally could not bring himself to not make it known. He’d worn that knit-brow look all day so far— maybe it was the whole romance-everywhere thing. (Star himself practically backed in it, after all, wistfully sighing at everyone and occasionally checking the things he was making.)

“You know, your head will fritz out if you keep making that face.” He chuckled, “I’ll stop bugging you though if you want.” Because whatever it was seemed like it was important, he’d dismissively back away to let him to it. If he needed his shoulders massaged to make it better, surely he’d speak up! Or he just would here in t-minus five minutes without asking…

Oddly since they moved again, he’d still not displaced his desire to slither into Gravity’s room and bother his things, curl up on his bed, and then depart for his tour in the morning. Having his own room was overrated anyway!

(Source: gravity-man)

gyroflyinghigh:

starcrashing:

gyroflyinghigh:

crystal-man:

gyroflyinghigh:

Crystal

Charge

Wave

Star

Tengu

Why am I at the very top?!

Because. Fucking reasons.

I love you too, Gyro!

You….WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN!?

I’ve had to do your fucking JOB! And I fucking SUCK AT IT!

The same place I’ve been for a while now, we’ve been over this!

Really, you keep saying you’ve had to do my job, and you know that you don’t have to.. I only get relayed things that happen at the last second, it’s not entirely my fault there! D’:

gyroflyinghigh:

crystal-man:

gyroflyinghigh:

Crystal

Charge

Wave

Star

Tengu

Why am I at the very top?!

Because. Fucking reasons.

I love you too, Gyro!