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A drone hovers centimeters from my face; Murderbot must be back on Preservation.
What is THAT?
What?
The small fauna that crawled onto your upper lip and died.
It’s a mustache; you’ve seen mustaches before.
Not on you.
I’m trying something new.
I leave for ONE 14-cycle work contract and you “try something new”??
I'm guessing you don’t like it?
I do not.
For any reason or just because it’s different?
It’ll feel scratchy when we kiss.
You don’t know that. You haven’t kissed me yet.
[FeedID=SecUnit is now sharing location. ETA 3.5 minutes to your current position.]
