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*Chapter 197*
"I don't think you're understanding," Theo choked in a lazy grunt, him and Tatum eagerly pressed on, at the same time, with grumbling, giggling fervor as they recited the lines of a movie that droned on in softness, "We're LOST! You IDIOT!"
Although Theo and Tatum were now quietly rocketed into adorable laughter with each other, Wren and Throttle eagerly joined in with genuine grins. Like promised, Turbo's lovely loft was very easily converted into a dim hodgepodge of bodies, blankets, couches and ottomans all mounded together to make one massive sprawl of a bed, easily capable of housing the now seven bodies that sprawled in still, cozy, cuddling camaraderie. After going through now two movies into Sugar Rush's sunny afternoon, everyone had eased in and out of napping, watching, chatting, laughing, eating, lounging and everything in between. An easy going lull of perfect peace, nearly as if said peace were to be suggested to carry over into the following day, absolutely no one would argue. With Lash unbubbled hours prior, a kind catch up to speed he was in much need of, Turbo was thrilled with how easy the transition into said cozy afternoon, with everyone here, was for Lash.
Although the notion of Turbo's and Berri's swap was not lost on everyone, Turbo was thrilled that no further or impending jabs of cute teasing were delivered towards the two. More a show of understood respect, Turbo was thrilled to now really pivot every single last shred of his priorities towards his blue beauty. Although everyone had a section of said sprawl of Turbo's lovely couch and easily smushed-together ottomans, to make one giant sprawl of a bed, Turbo was grateful to have the bend of the couch for him and Berri. Her favorite spot, he was successful in making sure she was nestled with her back into the cozy bend and back rest of the couch, her front and face firmly snuggled into Turbo's broad chest as he sat up, a little. With a big, billowy mess of blankets and pillows strewn about, Turbo was thrilled he could lay entirely snuggled with Berri, alongside the rest of everyone else's mess of legs and limbs, and still have a shred of quiet, nestled intimacy with his new fiancee. As the movie droned on, and everyone's voice, including Lash's, pressed on with notions towards the film they were lazily hooked to, Turbo honed his sleepy attention down to Berri.
With the tender gape of her cute mouth, the steady, firm inhales and exhales her hot breath delivered against the chest of Turbo's soft shirt, her wavy blue hair wrinkled in a mess of billowy goodness that draped her shoulders and forehead. Turbo's patient gaze peered down to her fresh skin, he so tenderly allowed the backs of his knuckles to carefully caress her right cheek as she slept, he quietly admired every single last pixel to her name. The length of her beautiful, thick blue eyelashes, the way her covered chest so gently rose and fell with her rhythmic breathing, Turbo felt his heart plague with a mild onset of guilt and was now forever floored she was able to sleep and settle her mind. The group about them erupted into soft motions of laughter as the movie carried on to a rather excitable, funny part, Lash blurt an annoyed notion as he wildly gestured his arm outwards, and in this tender lull of love all about Turbo's full, once rather empty and gloomy home, Turbo lulled his eyes closed and felt entirely whole, nothing here could shake the sheer amount of warmth he was now happily drowned in.
Understanding, here, that Berri was massively overwhelmed with the heavy loft of Turbo's ancient coding, Turbo felt bad for feeling the lightweight, happy-go-lucky feeling Berri's coding supplied him. Knowing, full well, that Berri was lost in sleep, her eyes, behind her closed eyelids, almost angrily dart about in an unsettled manner of mild twitching, as if she was en route to enduring a nightmare. Wanting so badly to rush to her aid and potentially help soothe her worries, Turbo cautiously allowed his fingertips to so softly come alive with their blushed coding, and with his tight, close proximity, he so tenderly sagged said fingertips into the side of Berri's right temple, where her stress marks usually lay. Grateful said stress marks were eradicated, he fluttered his golden eyes in easiness and was glad said exterior swap, amidst her sleeping, was something that didn't jar her from her slumber. Instead, Turbo furrowed his dark brows and was now introduced to a very healthy dose of overwhelm, whole worry. A rush of information Turbo was very well familiar with, and through a silent chuckle through his nose, he rolled his eyes and was hit with realization; everything she was loaded with was all stuffed feelings and emotions he had done a very wonderful job shlepping under the rug. Now that it had Berri's excitable coding to run rampant in, Turbo sighed softly and knew that he had to help soothe these now irrelevant feelings here and now, a further press to assure her that she didn't need to adopt these past traumas as her own new reality, moving forward.
Although not carrying on an intelligent conversation with Berri, like normal, he still was able to somehow negotiate with her. Flits of hot worry, about leaving the game, whisked past Turbo's vision in the flash of a memory. Vivid imagery of living in The End, the vat of his worries in that time of his life just eagerly clogged Berri's happy coding. All instances of past experiences that Turbo had absolutely nothing to do with, he quietly understood, here, that he needed to face his demons alongside Berri, to firmly reassure her that all of these past instances has shaped him into the man he was today, and none of it needed to be so heavily dwelled on. Everything from merging with Lash, torturing Rancis, stealing Tessa's code box, sabotaging the EZ Living motocross race all those years ago, just eons of guilt and sorrow and misery eagerly clung to Berri's lovely coding. Adamant to man up and face it with Berri's proverbial hand now glued to his, he inhaled a steady breath and kept himself dug in to their calming exterior swap. With the cautious, tedious, meticulous work Turbo diligently took to silently leading her to each and every single trauma that now plagued her, his share of their coding so lovingly embraced her and firmly assured her that this was all his wrong doings, his past to wrestle with, in this instance. In the sag of finally battling each past issue, he could feel Berri's coding finally begin to unwind, how desperate he was to bring her to a point of uplift, where she could enjoy all of the wonderful, lovely, exuberant things about Turbo's coding for what he was now.
Turbo so gently peeled his eyes open in a kiss of understanding and long-blinked in the reel of tenderness, with the sound of the room now coming back to him, he was shocked to hear the familiar ending lines of the movie; although hovered in tender stillness with Berri's still snoozing figure, he was floored that they had been at this trauma-tackle for the entire duration of this film. Theo and Wren urged a few irritated notions at the main character, to which Throttle choked a happy laugh at said outburst, Turbo heaved a shaky breath and was still entirely floored how removed he and Berri were, for said duration. He kept their coded, lovely exterior swap and so softly peered down to Berri's face, and although he was convinced that she was still asleep, he raised his eyebrows in nervous surprise and felt the chest of his shirt dot with tears. Glossed in frozen worry, Berri's beautiful blue lashes so gently fluttered open, and as her glistening gaze sleepily peered up into Turbo's eyes, he heaved a shaky, silent breath of relief at the sheer amount of proverbial weight that looked to be entirely lifted off of Berri's poor, overloaded soul. As if all she needed was a quiet tour about the massive mansion that was Turbo's coding, to kindly put ghosts to rest, to bury old skeletons in his closet, a cute, collected effort they both took together, Berri fluttered her eyes open, just barely shifted to reach her face and wiped away a few tears that spilled from her eyes.
Turbo raised his eyebrows in prickled cuteness as the group, about them, still continued to chatter at how annoyed the ending of this film made them, though Turbo kept his live-wired finger tips still glued to Berri's temple in tenderness, they remained in their exterior swap of now silent conversation. Berri bobbed a gentle nod as Turbo politely asked her if she was okay, if she felt better. She sagged into his chest and quietly conveyed, through their coding, that she just needed to know where to put everything; the wall of information given to her was way too much to deal with. Like moving in with each other, only to discover Turbo had a secret mass collection of old books and artifacts Berri's small little apartment couldn't dream of housing. Sectioned into proper places, still a work in progress of dealing with everything Turbo's dark and convoluted past harbored, Berri felt her veins begin to breathe with fresh, new life. Something a nap and a diligent exterior swap was due to surely fixing, Berri was entirely thrilled that Turbo was so willing to take a broom to all the cobwebs he had yet to dust out of himself. She eased a kind smile as she shifted her positioning, a little, snuggled her arms cozily about Turbo's thicker midsection and gave the broad of Turbo's chest a few smooches of silent gratitude. Turbo dropped their exterior swap and so lovingly hugged her head in a firm grip of a squeeze, to silently convey to her that he would hold on to her and protect her no matter what, they sagged in easy, relieved softness as the credits of said movie began to roll.
"Alright, my turn to pick," Throttle grumbled sleepily, his lazy, muted white eyes peeled open as he gestured his hand up, though with a thump, it softly came back down and half sagged against Turbo's back and side, which included Berri's arms gripped about Turbo's midsection.
"No, you keep falling asleep, you've lost your right to pick, old man," Lash muttered with a wide smile, to which Theo bobbed a nod and inhaled a hefty yawn.
"Alright, whose awake," Theo wondered quietly out to the room, Chester grunted a noise from the sprawl of carpet he had, all to himself, and lazily unfurled his whole wing into the air, nearly a wide enough span to kiss the higher, second floor of Turbo's loft overhead.
"Hardly," Chester muttered.
"I think Turbo and Berri are asleep," Throttle mumbled as he lay cozily with his side and back nestled into Turbo's, though he grunted to sit up and get a good look at the two, though Turbo beat him to it.
"We're awake," Turbo's voice croaked in tired, snoozing delight.
"I'm not," Berri's groggy voice murmured sleepily into Turbo's chest, she inhaled his lovely, fresh musk and fluttered her eyes in easy-going delight.
"Someone's phone is buzzing," Wren muttered as he shifted, near the bend of Turbo's knees and furrowed his brow in searching delight.
"It's mine," Turbo mumbled in tired, disgruntled cuteness, and as he wormed his hand underneath the mess of blankets him and Berri were snuggled under, he gently pulled his phone from his lazy sweat's pockets, peered to the caller ID and heaved a hot sigh of prickled concern, "It's Zed."
"Hi dad," Berri muttered cutely as Turbo answered the call and brought his phone to his ear.
"Hey, Zed," Turbo eased, he grunted a small noise and just barely sat up a little, bringing Berri with him.
"Turbo, put your pants back on," Theo suddenly barked, everyone eagerly howled with laughter as Turbo shot Theo a wild look of whole, unadulterated dismay.
"No, no, Theo's just being an idiot, we're all just lounging and watching movies," Turbo mumbled to Zed, though Wren and Lash eagerly took their cues to join in.
"Turbo, what's this adult-rated section you have here, on your movie list?" Wren loudly asked in full tease, though Turbo grunted a noise, furrowed his brow and tried his best to bury himself deeper into his and Zed's call.
"Yes, sir, I'm... So sorry, I must've saved it as a draft, I can submit it to you, real fast," Turbo mumbled, he choked a laugh as Theo reached his large hand over and began to poke Turbo's back, just above his rear.
"Tell uncle Zed about your secret sex dungeon," Theo choked, everyone was lost in laughter, including Berri, who plowed her face into the broad of Turbo's chest.
"Turbo, Theo is DESPERATE for you to put your pants back on," Lash firmly urged, Tatum nearly fell off her section of the couch due to laughter.
"No, for User's sake, I'm wearing pants, I promise," Turbo barked a nervous laugh as Zed cheekily questioned him, "They're just... Giving me a hard time. I'm really sorry, Zed, this... Morning was just..."
"FULL of sex," Wren chirped, to which everyone, including Turbo, blurt into hard laughter, laughter in which Turbo desperately tried to get ahold of.
"I'll submit it now and be back in the swing of things tomorrow, I promise, PLEASE do not delete me," Turbo staggered to Zed in full, smiling terror; he was grateful Zed had a solid sense of humor about it all and could be heard easily laughing alongside everyone.
"Bye dad," Berri cued in mumbling embarrassment as Turbo stated a quick, cute goodbye and hung up the call.
"Ohh, poor Zed," Throttle muttered in smiling, chuckling delight as he firmly rubbed his face; Tatum grunted to a stand, eased in stretching delight and warmly sat down next to Chester, on the floor, having previously been en route to grabbing a few sips of her drink in the kitchen.
"You guys are awesome," Tatum mumbled cutely as Chester perked his ears and easily lived up Tatum's never-ending, loving belly rubs; his paw twitched in delight with the feel of her claws against his thick fur and skin.
"Alright, guys which one now," Theo eagerly pressed, his big thumb pushed into the littler buttons of the remote before he began to grow frustrated, and with such a fumble, he accidentally turned the tv off.
"THEO, for User's sake, HAND the remote to Tatum or someone with normal sized hands," Wren barked in now sharp, playful irritation, this having been the fourth time this has happened today.
"Here you go," Theo mumbled in whole, playful sorrow as he daintily handed the remote to Tatum, who sat on the ground with Chester, closest to where Theo was on the couch; Tatum eased a soft giggle and peered up to Theo in a swathe of love she was ready to give back to him.
"Well I think your hands are great," Tatum chirped in cute delight as she turned the tv back on and began to go through the motions of getting back to the huge list of movies Turbo had, "I think it's cool that you're a wrecker."
"Yeah, man, don't be jealous," Turbo muttered to Wren with a wide, snarky smile, to which Wren covered his face in hard agitation and shook his head.
"I don't have normal sized hands, are you gunna yell at me?" Berri wondered in cute, girly charm, though it was eloquently laced with a challenge.
"I'll yell at ALL of you," Wren stabbed with a laugh he tried to stifle, though he jolted in jarred irritation as Turbo wormed his foot out of the blanket, him and Berri were under, and began to prod it closer to Wren's face in brotherly tease. Wren choked in disgusted irritation and began to get off of the couch, "You all suck."
"No, YOU suck," Theo corrected, though before he could elaborate, Throttle loudly cleared his throat and sat up.
"HOKAY, so... Let's decide on a movie," Throttle urged loudly as the group was, again, rocketed into kind, happy laughter.
"Thank you, by the way," Berri mumbled as the group began to lazily readjust, get up to use the bathroom, briefly gather in the kitchen for snacks, the only being that remained was Throttle in kind, collected softness; the noise of everyone's chatter overruled Berri's tender conversing with Turbo.
"For what, love," Turbo pressed quietly, he tucked some of Berri's messy blue hair behind her ear as he grunted to sit up a little more, which she followed suit.
"I think I just... Was overwhelmed with all of these memories and information, it was nice of you to sort of tour me through everything, like you did," Berri bobbed a nod and sleepily rubbed her eye, "I feel a lot better... I really just... Needed you to sort of, well..."
"Introduce you to all my demons," Turbo mumbled darkly, though the two caught eyes in cheeky delight, "I didn't think to do that because, well... I hadn't given them names, I hadn't dealt with it all, myself. I think that's why it overwhelmed you. You're a problem solver, so... All my problems suddenly were thrusted upon your doorstep and you likely felt you had to solve it all right, well..."
"Here and now," Berri mumbled cutely as she lazily flopped her upper arm over her head, sagged and peaked a bashful eye open to Turbo in knowing cheek, a sweet show of camaraderie the two were now forever sapped in, and with the gentle problem solving nature of their new ember of romance, Turbo heaved a sigh of relief and bobbed a nod.
"I'm glad we've now found a system to this mess," Turbo patiently explained, "And, who knows what we'll run into, down the line."
"Thanks for being patient with me," Berri sighed as she sagged her arm back between her and Turbo, the gang began to loudly chat and regroup back to the couch as Tatum continued to scroll through movies, everyone bickered in mumbling delight.
"You've been patient with me, for all these months," Turbo so warmly concluded, he gave her a knowing smile and was thrilled they were finally on the same page, "It'd be silly of me not to give back for all the sacrifices you've made for me."
