Dbh Crack

Daddy nO-

Connor: *stomach grumbles* ???

Gavin: *raises a brow* What's up with you?

Connor: *tilts head and gently places a hand over his -stomach-* I don't know.. I recently got a new program installed in me a few nights ago. It imitates what humans call a digestive system.

Gavin: So what you're saying is, your starving, you phCkiN prick—

Connor: No.

Gavin: Wha—

Connor: I think I'm just experiencing minor cramping within my wires.. it must mean something–

Gavin: yeAH CAUSE YOU'RE PHCKIN' HUNGRY YOU DUMB ASS!

Nines: *slidesintothosemotherfuckin'dmsforaquicksuCkiNbOyOs-*
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Gavin: *twitches nervously* How can you even do tha—

Nines: *walks past Connor in his seat, just stopping before Connor his completely behind him* Those are probably from the coding session last night we had together—

Gavin: *memeically shOoK—*

Connor: *gulps* W-What..—

Nines: *chuckles lowly and turns around to face Connor, swiftly grabbing his jaw and dragging him up to his own. He then leans up against Connor's ear and whispers,* And if you're hungry.. why didn't you just ask for daddy to bust another load in you to fill you right up again~

Connor: *FLUSHES BRIGHT BLUE*

Gavin: *falls out of his chair and rolls on the floor, screaming in gAy pAniC-* biTCH—

Nines: *bites Connor's ear—*

Connor: ahUUHHGHH— *FUCKING FLAILS-*

Hank: *casually continues his work while eating a donut*

FuCkINg roBO jEsuS: NIG—