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LyssDoodle : Oh wow! HI! I love when readers all the way from my Wrecking Limits days comes out to say hi. I'm really thrilled you're caught up and took that WHOLE journey, I'm really impressed. That is NO easy feat, no amount of light reading in sight haha. I so appreciate your support, and for so long. It really means the world to me. I've had a lot of friends and readers come and go, which always makes me so sad, but it really brightens my day when they return. SO happy to have you aboard! I hope you enjoy from here on out. Thank you again, seriously wow!

MisterTheX : THANK YOU! Wow, thank you. That really encourages me, seriously. The thing that helps me are certain songs. I'll listen to maybe like 2 or 3 songs on repeat (pertaining to the couple, each swap scene has had it's own 'mood' music lol), whilst writing, and I won't take breaks. I block a chunk of my day out for it, it becomes an event. I'll get myself the hugest fountain soda or iced coffee, I'll get in my pjs, I'll let my husband know what's up and I zone into my own little world for however long it takes me to knock it out. Turbo's and Berri's chapter, in particular, took me maybe 4 hours from start to finish. I only ever moved to use the bathroom pfft. Some chapters I can write half and then revisit later, mostly I can pump out one chapter in one sitting, less than an hour, but yeah for those huge swap scenes that are over 10k words, I make it an event haha. I'll turn my whole life on 'do not disturb' and just fall into the void. My husband only knows to tap my shoulder amidst an emergency and nothing less lmao. I take it seriously! I care for it all and I want to make sure it's just right. For normal chapters I'm not so ritualistic about it, but yeah. Those huge chapters get marked on the calendar haha. I so appreciate your opinion here and your support. They ARE a ton of fun to write. In my history of previously reading FF, I would get so into reading sex scenes in a good fic, but then like certain words or phrases would immediately take me right out of it, and it really just made me cringe. I do whatever I can to make it easy to digest and consider each of said swap chapters like it were a piece of art. Crafted with care! So I really appreciate that. Thank you!


Song Listened To :

Better For It by Riley Clemmons


*WARNING*

For my readers sensitive to mature content :

Although this chapter isn't a sex scene in of itself, the first little bit of it is, well... Aftermath of what happened in the last chapter, and is sprinkled with sexual themes. Thanks guys!


*Chapter 192*

With her cheek pressed to Turbo's left shoulder and collar bone, Berri's aimless, glossed gaze peered across Turbo's sunny, lovely loft in a blur of unmitigated bliss. As their heavy panting slowed down, and the swirl of brand new coding began to so softly settle and sift through brand new nooks of circuits and veins, Berri relished in the hefty thud of Turbo's heartbeat and intently listened in on everything his soul was made of. Although their few minutes afterwards were full of panting, sighing silence, equally sagged in deflation in each other's bare embrace, Turbo rested with his head lulled back against the top of the couch's back rest, his eyes dutifully closed to take everything in, his able hands methodically combed through Berri's beautiful hair. Whilst his left hand did gentle work of weaving through her silky, blue goodness, his right hand so warmly rubbed up and down her bare back for a further show of entire camaraderie. The two cuddled deep into there sag, their connection still strong and prominent, Berri finally fluttered her eyes opened and tried to take in everything Turbo was, though volumes and volumes of files loaded her soul with an unending amount of information, decades worth of emotion and knowledge now firmly plopped in her abled mainframe.

"Turbo?" Berri's raspy voice delightfully croaked, though Turbo bashfully grinned a satisfied smile with his eyes closed, his head was still fully tossed back in lulled defeat.

"Berri?" Turbo volleyed cutely, his voice equally rasped her a dry notion before he grit his teeth and swallowed to hopefully wet his throat, a little.

"You were right," Berri huffed in a whisper, her left hand lovingly rubbed his bare chest, so tenderly felt the thick, black chest hairs that cutely lined his pecks, she fluttered her eyes as Turbo inhaled a readied breath and just barely readjusted his sitting position, which still included her wide straddle over his lap.

"I was?" Turbo prod curiously, though with said movement, he bugged his eyes in reeling terror and felt as if every single aspect about life, moving forward, was now fully rendered, as if he had previously been living in two frames per second.

"Yeah, I... Told you that I wasn't even sure I could love you any more than I already did, after you proposed to me, and you said..." Berri wistfully trailed off, she heaved a shy giggle of renewed, blushed maturity, Turbo's lovely, ancient coding gave her feisty coding a well-deserved scoop of an embrace. With the flutter of her blue eyelashes, she nuzzled her face into the nook of Turbo's jaw and felt whole, "... To wait to say that until after we swap. I guess I believed you, but..."

"D-didn't truly until it was real," Turbo huffed shakily, he began to feel purpose rush to him, once more, and although he had a healthy taste of just what Libby's previous, glitching abilities felt like, he froze in a silent, panting reel of unadulterated shock, something Berri finally cued to.

"Y'okay?" Berri cued gently, the reversal of her fresh, brand new coding being mixed with a much older, more mature swathe of information was something soothing, settling and delightful, though she carefully eyed Turbo in warm curiosity and wondered how he was holding up, being thrusted into the other end of said nonsense.

"I-I'm... Honestly scared to move," Turbo's shallow words hovered in his mouth, he cocked an eyebrow and cutely eyed Berri as she sat up, bare breasted, still widely straddling their firm connection. Turbo's chest cavity heaved in sporadic, nervous gasps of terror as he long-blinked in whole shock and looked about, "My... My vision is clearer, everything is so much... Brighter..."

"Wait, what? Seriously?" Berri wondered lovingly, she sat back on her thighs, her eyes fluttered at their still firm connection, though due to Turbo's shivering discoveries, it began to eventually soften. Berri raised her eyebrows in plucked, shy delight as she dragged her hands down Turbo's broad, strong chest and core, though he heaved a trembling breath, propped himself into a straighter sit via his elbows, into the back cushion of the couch, and glossed his renewed, terrified, blistered golden gaze tight to Berri's in a roll of continuous surprise. Berri eased a warm giggle and felt as if she had the whole entirety of Arcade's knowledge now hooked right into the middle of her brain, she lulled her eyes closed and felt as wise as the wisest old owl there ever was, the dusty grey soul she was now in full cahoots with, "I feel as if I could... Build a rocket and go sailing to the moon singlehandedly."

"I-I feel like I could... O-Oh, for User's sake," Turbo hissed in delirious, nearly terrified delight, though he heaved a shaky, outward breath and now looked as if he was becoming out of sorts as he clumsily sagged back into his couch.

Berri winced, lifted herself off of Turbo, once and for all, eased Turbo out of her clenched body with grit teeth, corrected their clothing and finally sat back down into Turbo's lap in a clean straddle. With a shaky exhale of now exploratory delight, she almost warily gave Turbo a smile and gripped his upper arms, as if to prove that she was here to steady him. Turbo long blinked in continued, lost bewilderment. His fresh, golden eyes peered to her with much sharper intuition, the color in his eyes and even the fresh, warm colors of greys in his skin, looked reset and new, as if he had installed a much needed update to his dusty, old system. Ancient coding that now had absolutely no clue what to do with this seemingly futuristic software, he finally blurt an exhilarated, shaky laugh and, although his chest heaved in nervous panting, he gingerly gripped Berri's thighs and shook his head as their glowing eyes held tight to one another.

"This is incredible," Turbo hissed shakily, the fiery, feisty silver coding easily lofted his way so lovingly meshed with his tired, cranky red coding, and though he was worried Berri would get that negative reversal in return, what he was floored to be staring into what was a gorgeous, healthy swathe of rooted wisdom, as if his lovely, brooding coding was surely a grounding mechanism that could give perfect, precise direction to every single last firework her coding was ready to deliver; a perfect, harmonious balance of calm and chaos. Turbo heaved yet another more happy chuckle of raw delight as they both eased into dewy, blushed grins of cute knowing, "I-I'm WAY too scared to make any sudden movements."

"Yeah, I'm not even going to DARE to try and glitch or do anything, like that, cause I can feel my coding want to time-bounce away from me, already," Berri huffed with a shaky, nervous smile, she lovingly gripped the tops of Turbo's shoulders and shook him in a kind jostle, though this ultimately made her bare breasts bounce a bit, something Turbo's now sharp, brightened eyes eagerly hooked to in peachy curiosity, "What did we get ourselves into."

"Ohh, I can tell you what," Turbo muttered in cocky delight, though just as he tensed his abs, sat a bit more upright and was due to burying his face into Berri's breasts, he only really got half way through said notion before he could feel the world bevel, as if his own little dinky game controller was now also updated with a thousand more controls, knobs and buttons. Turbo heaved a nervous groan and felt his head go heavy, and with a thud, his forehead sagged to Berri's bare shoulder, "I... Am REALLY concerned, here."

"You in over your head?" Berri choked a soft, loving laugh as she eagerly gripped her arms tight about Turbo's neck and gave him a squeeze of an embrace. She raised her eyebrows in delirious love, the overflow of gooey warmth they were so steadily drowning in, she pushed a few firm kisses to his forehead and grey eyebrows, the tickle of his messy, dusty grey hair against her nose, she breathed a satisfied sigh on his glistening skin and began to so lovingly tend to his hair. With a few sweeps of her fingers through his messy, thick, chaotic grey hair, she pressed on in a hushed tone onto the top of the bridge of Turbo's nose, "Tell me, Mr. Black, how does it feel to suddenly be a glitcher AND a wrecker?"

"... Holy sugar, I didn't even consider that," Turbo hissed in a sharp rise of his eyebrows, he choked a soft laugh into Berri's shoulder and lifted his heavy head, though he grimaced and shut his eyes tight in a show of now impending recoil, as if this swap was treating him with a healthy dose of system lag, "Man, I'm... This is going to take some getting used to. I can't believe you operate on this high of a frequency and frame rate, I'm about to die."

"What do you need from me?" Berri frowned, she peered into Turbo's exhausted eyes with a soft roll of concern, though he shook his head and furrowed his eyebrows.

"No, nothing, I think I just need to reset my coding," Turbo grumbled, he exhaled a shaky breath and broadened his crisp gaze, he began to search for his sweat pants in which he kicked off prior; they lay haphazardly draped at the end of the L section of the couch they were sagged into, "It's not your fault, or anything. Just... I'm an old gamer with now brand new software, I had an inkling this would happen."

"I feel as if I could run circles around everyone with just how much I suddenly KNOW," Berri giggled, she cocked an eyebrow and took note of Turbo's sluggish eye contact longingly peering in the direction of his sweat pants, where his phone was securely in said sweat pants' pockets. Berri eased a small giggle and held her hand out, in the direction of his sweat pants, "Want some help?"

"Yes, please," Turbo mumbled in sleepy, dreary cuteness, though as Berri cautiously cued her's and Turbo's lovely, shimmering, rose gold coding, she inhaled a sharp breath the second the glow on her palm suddenly grappled Turbo's sweat pants, which were easily five feet away, in a rile of coded obtaining. Both being flinched as said article of clothing blipped in a mess of rose gold and sharply sagged into Berri's hand. Berri jolted in surprise and held his pants out before her, to the side of her and Turbo, though she remained frozen in further shock as Turbo suddenly blurt an exhausted laugh, "Hooo we'd... Be wise to quickly get these new powers under control."

"Yeah, I... I'm scared to do anything, I've never felt this much power under my control in my entire life," Berri staggered in a rise of nervous cheek, she eyed Turbo in cuteness as her arm still hovered with his sweat pants, "For such old coding, it's... Really strong, Bo."

"They don't make gamers like me, any longer," Turbo cutely pressed in a tired humblebrag, though they both raised their eyebrows in hot surprise the second Turbo's sweat pants began to buzz in vibration; his phone, in his sweats' pockets, kindly cued to Turbo that he was receiving a phone call. Turbo grimaced a nervous look of hot anticipation as Berri choked a small giggle and began to wrestle with his pants to free his buzzing phone. Turbo shook his head in dreaded, smiling defeat and patiently waited for Berri to unveil his phone from the faded, thick cloth, "The ONLY reason I will be picking up this phone call is if it's my boss."

Berri furrowed her eyebrows, freed his phone in success and peered down to the buzzing caller ID. She raised her eyebrows in dull knowing, showed Turbo the whole of his screen and sagged her shoulders with a cute, apprehensive smile; Turbo rolled his eyes in shy terror and heaved a shaky sigh.

"Cool, it's my boss. My father-in-law to be... My brand new swap mate's FATHER. The King of Sugar Rush, this is likely the best scenario to be in. Good morning, sir, I just had sex with your daughter, don't mind me," Turbo loudly barked, this forced a hearty giggle out of Berri's figure.

"Bo, he gave you his blessing," she staggered through cute laughter.

"Welp, it was really nice knowing you, uh... This was a LOT of fun. If you'll excuse me, I'm late to my own execution," Turbo muttered in a rush of whispering terror, though Berri shook her head, ushered him a cute, giggling, silent notion of shushing delight and cautiously answered the call for Turbo. She put it on speaker and held Turbo's phone between the two as they sagged away from each other a little. Turbo inhaled a deep breath, raised his eyebrows and did whatever he could to seem uplifted and cued in full normalcy, "Hey Zed, 'sup."

"Hey, I'm not bothering you, am I?" Zed kindly wondered, his tone seemed light and airy, something Turbo at least sagged to; he cocked an eyebrow and patiently allowed his eyes to eagerly gloss Berri's bare breasts in a swathe of boyish, ironic delight.

"No, not at all, is everything okay?" Turbo prod plainly, Berri covered her mouth and did everything she could to conceal cute laughter as Turbo grinned a sneaky smile, his prominent canines peaked through his renewed, beautifully handsome smile.

"Yeah, I figured you'd need sleep after yesterday, but it's pushing noon so I assumed you wouldn't be STILL asleep, I'm just glad I didn't wake yah," Zed mumbled warmly, he inhaled a readied breath and pressed on, "I just wanted to let you know that the palace has been getting a trillion calls from venues and all sorts of media outlets wanting your comments on last night's show."

"Oh, really?" Turbo furrowed his eyebrows and rubbed his forehead in rising, boyish agitation, "I'm sorry, I thought I was the only one getting bothered by them, this morning."

"Oh, so they've been getting through to you?" Zed tenderly wondered, Turbo heaved a shaky, sighing laugh and lovingly slid his hands to Berri's bare hips.

"Ho, yeah. I've been screening them where I can, I had a good conversation with one of Archived Chaos' team advisors, earlier," Turbo patiently explained, "I'm... Still trying to get my bearings, here, so I'm just doing what I can to take it one call at a time, y'know?"

"Yeah, bud, I just wanted to make clear to you that, although we don't have experience with the concert aspect of all of this, Tessa and I still get a good grab of media and press wanting to reach out to us, time to time," Zed kindly ushered, "I just wanted to let you know that I'm a resource if you need me. I can help you navigate it all, as I'm sure Berri and crew could, but... Just to make clear you have another person in your corner."

"Thank you," Turbo eased kindly with a nod, he smiled and lulled his eyes closed, "I'm going to need all the help I can get."

"Utilize me and Tess, we're here to help," Zed stated with happiness, though he heaved a soft sigh and sounded as if he was sifting through some paperwork, "Anyways, I also wanted to say that due to all this, we have an impromptu palace meeting in an hour. So, please make sure you and Berri are making that a priority. Is she with you?"

"O-Oh, uh..." Turbo raised his eyebrows in shy surprise, his eyes muted in a stark switch up of nervousness, though Berri grit her teeth and gestured her hand in urgency as if to make clear to Turbo that he took way too long to respond to Zed's loaded question.

"... You can say yes and keep your life, my guy, I'm not an idiot," Zed muttered playfully with a deep chuckle, his quiet tone into the phone almost insinuated softness between both boys, as if Turbo's secret was safe with him; Turbo heaved a shaky sigh and smiled in defeat down to his phone.

"Yes, sir, Berri's with me," Turbo warmly admitted with a small nod and a lull of his closed, golden eyes.

"Good man, I'll see you two in an hour," Zed stated with gentleness, though he halted his impending notions of departure, causing Turbo to freeze in concern, "Oh, yeah, if you could stick around after the meeting, I'd like to talk with you alone, in private."

"Yes, sir," Turbo eased in gentle casualness, though he largely cocked an eyebrow and gave Berri a dreaded look of concealed terror.

"Great, see you soon," Zed quipped with cute certainty, and as both men stated their nonchalant goodbyes, Berri grit her teeth and hung up the call; with a gentle toss of Turbo's phone to the cushions near them, she eased her hands to Turbo's broad shoulders and bobbed him a knowing nod.

"He knows," Berri concluded in certain, playful doom as Turbo grimaced in tight dread, he firmly pressed his masculine grey hands into his face and rubbed the whole of his face in entire, chuckling agitation.

"Userrrr," Turbo groaned in a croak into his hands, though he raised his eyebrows in renewed nervousness and now grappled for his phone, in which Berri had tossed next to them, "I guess it shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone. I proposed to you last night, what did they think would happen?"

"An impromptu bake off," Berri joked in cute, calm tease, though Turbo softly volleyed his eyes to hers in cute, discovering delight; typically a rushing mess of anxiety, a ball of fire that couldn't be contained, he sagged his shoulders in gentle sweetness and was entirely floored to see his own mature, lovely, tender-hearted coding shine through in her, a once bratty, sassy, girly individual that had the hardest time picking and choosing her timing and moments, she shrugged her bare shoulders in sweet, lovely maturity and eased Turbo the warmest, womanly smile, "He's probably just going to reiterate how you are now sworn to take care of me, and me for you, and likely prod you on just when we think the wedding should be, or what have you."

Turbo bobbed a soft nod and hung on her every word, every single little thing that came out of her mouth, the high definition eye sight he was now blessed with, he relished in the gorgeous, turquoise flecks in her eyes. The kiss of gentle, faint freckles underneath her eyes and scattered on the bridge of her nose, the splay the sunlight illuminated behind her reminded him, like his last vision of her sat in the silhouette of sunlight, that he was, indeed, in the presence of an angel. He eased her a dorky, boyish smile and continued to fully relish in the fact that she was still confidently sitting here, bare chested, a sight now only reserved for his eyes, Turbo sagged his shoulders and could hardly believe this was all his. Although a difficult chore to peel his eyes away from said angelic sight, he thumbed through his remote code room options and quickly swiped a reset at his coding. With a blip of rosey golden goodness, he choked a noise as his structure blipped back to where he was sitting. Berri jolted in glitching surprise as he grappled the small dip of her waist, and as she eased her hands to his broad, bare chest, he inhaled a firm, steady breath, raised his eyebrows and assessed just how he was feeling.

"... Better?" Berri curiously prod, to which he sagged in full, refreshed delight and eagerly long-blinked with the much-needed reset.

"Oh, much better," Turbo pressed with way more zest, his bright eyes peered tight up into Berri's as he gave her a full smile of almost hyper glee, "Wow, yeah I just needed a reset. This is... Probably the coolest thing to ever happen to me."

"You're telling me, I just want to sit within myself and discover ALL this knowledge, for myself," Berri eased in childlike wonder, her gorgeous eyes were wide with anticipation as she shrugged, "You never told me you KNEW all this... Stuff, I mean... There's so much more to stressors than you ever told me, I don't even know where to begin."

"I'm glad we can really marinate in that, together, finally," Turbo huffed lovingly, though as he leaned up and successfully caught Berri in a sweep of a warm smooch, Berri eased a cute giggle through her nose and draped her arms about Turbo's neck. He raised his eyebrows and inhaled her sweet scent as his masculine arms easily fastened about Berri's small waist, he dragged his hands about the bare skin on her back as they eased in and out of slow smooches. He cutely continued on through their warm, lingering, sticky kisses, "You wanna... Make a game plan for... Relearning our coding together?"

"Yeah, you got a lot to teach me about your time-warping powers, and, I now get to give you a lesson in glitching and wrecking," Berri bobbed a nod, though she furrowed her eyebrows and looked off, "Actually... I don't do nearly as much wrecking as, say, my uncle Oliver, my mom, brother or even Theo... I know grandpa Ralph will want to take you under his wing, for sure."

"Should be interesting," Turbo mumbled, though he raised his eyebrows in easy-going, care-free love as Berri slowly began to remove herself from Turbo's lap, once and for all, and stand to correction. Not getting enough of the gloss of Berri's beautiful, curvy body, her thicker thighs and the gentle dip of her small waist, she reached her hands out and kindly helped him to a stand, as well. In quick succession, he firmly gripped his strong arms about her body and scooped her into a loving, swaying hug. Berri blurt a small giggle and easily sagged into his love, Turbo pressed a few kisses into the side and top of her head as he whispered her a soft conclusion to their previous, explosive adventures, "Thank you, for trusting me, Bear... I love you."

"I love you, too," Berri warmly assured, she bobbed a nod and was glad to gain eye contact with Turbo. She sagged her hands to Turbo's chest in a soft draw of continued delight, as if to promise said adventures were far from over, "I've always trusted you. Trust has never been an issue. I'm just... Honored you picked me. Your coding is such a rarity, and... To willingly give it to ME, of all people."

"What do you mean YOU of all people?" Turbo choked a laugh, though Berri scrunched and began to giggle in rising fervor as he began to become animated. She grit her teeth in a wide grin, scrunched her shoulders and now quickly began to duck away from Turbo's now playful demeanor, due to overflowing with entire, youthful cheek. He swiped his strong hand for Berri's lower arm and missed, so he resorted to sharply swatting her exposed, round rear with a quick clap. Berri choked a hard, squeal of a laugh and now eagerly continued to dive out of Turbo's rushing presence, "You of all people, sorry, you're not only Sugar Rush's next Queen, a full blown celebrity, and, most importantly, my BEST friend, get back here!"

"Where did you throw my shirt?" Berri yelled in girly, giggling terror as she crossed her arms and now concealed her bare breast, though Turbo took a few running steps up into his tiled kitchen area, swiped her shirt away from her grippy hand and urgently held it high in the air, above his head. She groaned in entire irritation and sagged, her arms still tightly crossed, "You're so MEAN!"

"I'm just living this up," Turbo cutely sneered with a wide grin, he narrowed his gaze in whole cheek, leaned down to her level and waggled his eyebrows in cocky delight as he hovered before her face, "You can have your shirt. I require a kiss."

Berri quickly pecked his mouth in sweetness, though just as he stood to correction to potentially give her her shirt, she nonchalantly began to walk past him and pressed to the corridor that lead to his bedroom. Turbo perked up and eagerly watched her walk away.

"Hey wait, your shirt," Turbo pressed in warm, sweet innocence, though Berri cutely called over her shoulder.

"I want one of yours," Berri volleyed sweetly as she began to vanish into his bedroom, "Besides, I figured you're enjoying the show."

Turbo cocked an eyebrow and allowed his delirious, smiling gaze to chase after her slowly vanishing, gorgeous, curvy figure. He bobbed a boyish nod of agreeing, and once she had finally vanished into his bedroom and out of sight, he exhaled a long, hard sigh of whole entire accomplishment, put his hands on his hips and bobbed a nod of delightful certainty. Knowing now that he had a palace meeting to attend, and pretend to keep normalcy, on top of a more private conversation with Berri's father afterwards, he shook his head and was well aware nearly nothing could knock him from cloud nine. He swiped at his sweat pants and pulled them up his legs to correction, he looked about for wherever Berri had tossed his shirt to and shrugged after a second or two of not being able to find it. He pressed into his kitchen and began to pour himself a large glass of water for him and Berri to share, and as he stood at his island in patience, he cued his fresh, brand new coding. Swirled in lovely, patiently glistening rosey golden honeycombs and circuit lines, Turbo felt his heart thud with wholeness. He long-blinked in whole disbelief and was entirely floored this was now his reality, his ears eagerly prickled to the sound of his mate's voice tenderly calling him from the corridor she finally eased back into.

"Bo, I think... It's time we face the demons, of this glorious situation," Berri muttered in soft caution, to which Turbo raised his eyebrows in soft confusion and peered his attention to his bride, whom of which slowly pressed into the kitchen wearing nothing but one of Turbo's larger, faded, canary yellow t-shirts all clad with a retro Sugar Rush logo.

"... What do you mean?" Turbo worried, Berri eased about Turbo's island and joined him on the side closest to the fridge and stove top, though he furrowed his brow in nervous confusion as she held her unlocked phone out before Turbo. He tenderly took Berri's phone from her grip and peered down to a very angry, healthy swathe of dozens of text messages from Gunner. He grit his teeth, shot his vividly glowing eyes tight to hers and gave her an apprehensive look of uncertainty, "Yikes, I... I think maybe..."

"You heard it yourself, Gunner has been silent to EVERYONE, but ME," Berri nervously gestured to herself and gave Turbo a pleading frown; he easily frowned alongside her and, although he hated the guy, he felt his heart sag with guilt as Berri quietly continued on, "Bub, I HAVE to at least make sure he's okay. If no one is hearing from him, but me, that... Has to mean something, right?"

"Just... Keep your wits about you," Turbo eased through a shaky breath as he hovered before her in apprehensive nervousness, though Berri tossed him a cute, conclusory smile and shrugged her shoulder a little.

"With your coding? This infinite wisdom you've given me?" Berri prod in complimentary sweetness, a notion that had Turbo's face gently sagging to that of humble delight, Berri bobbed him a nod of affirmation and began to thumb to Gunner's contact information, "I'm bulletproof, love."