Reviews :
Snake557 : That's very true, it'd be a strange thing for sure. Would make a lot of us a LOT more honest, that's for sure hahaha
chuckiboo : Oh that's so special! I love Jeeps haha. That's so awesome, thank you for thinking of me and my story in that way! :D And yes, I think in some form, there are generational aspects of characteristics and traits that get passed on. I think, for coded beings, it's just WAY more heightened, I'd like to imagine haha.
Song Listened To :
Break My Heart Again by FINNEAS
*Chapter 200*
"No, babe, it's not... It's not that, and I DO feel better, it just..." Berri staggered her words in exhaustion as her and Turbo sagged into Turbo's warmly lit home; they both trailed their eyes to Lash's figure, who was comfortably sat at Turbo's island, nose deep in a book he had snuck from Turbo's upstairs loft and work area.
"Hey, guys," Lash eased gently, he laid the book face down, in a lazy bookmarked fashion, inhaled a deep breath and furrowed his brow. Although they typically could see the glorious sprawl of Orion City, huge, heavy storm clouds blocked out the view and hovered a few floors under their feet. With the rumble of said storm, lightning flickered the place, "You okay? Whats wrong?"
"No, we're fine, we just... Had a rather heavy and awkward conversation with Tessa and Libby," Turbo mumbled, he rubbed the back of his head and eyed Berri in soft suspicion; she looked as if she maybe had gotten valuable information, though still looked entirely unsettled.
"Yikes, why Libby?" Lash wondered blatantly with a wide grin, the faded cybug markings on his jaw stretched with said grin, and although him and Berri had previously had a rather rocky relationship, she eyed him in warm suspicion and wondered if he could also contain valuable information, here, as well.
"Well, it's... I guess it's kind of personal, Lash, I don't want to weird you with the details," Berri mumbled as Turbo lazily opened his fridge and pulled out a soda. With a pop of the metal atop the can, he took a hefty swig and slowly joined Berri and Lash at the island. Berri inhaled a deep breath, shook her head and lulled her eyes closed, "It deals with code swapping and... ALL the emotion it entails."
Lash hovered in softness and glossed his eyes to Turbo. Knowing everything there was to know about Turbo, he cocked an eyebrow and then softly lobbed said gaze straight to Berri. Although fast friends, Lash inwardly grimaced and could very easily recall the instance in the code room, all that time ago. The vivid, Queenly stare Berri very confidently held, given to her from Tessa, now stared Lash down in soft contemplation. The very way his gut did a twist of guilt, he was well aware he had apologized for all the horrible things he had put everyone through, though somehow being in front of Turbo and Berri, as a swapped pair, made everything all more real, all more complete. Berri now housed every ounce of info Turbo had to offer, and with such, Lash quickly came full circle and understood just what this was all about. Lash inhaled a deep breath, looked down to the glossy cover of one of Turbo's books, let go of said inhale and finally gave Turbo and Berri a humbled smile.
"Guys, I'm... TRYING to be better, here. The reason I hated swapping so much was because I saw how quickly it ruined my big brother," Lash mumbled, to which Berri and Turbo softly honed in, "Libby and Turbo were terrible for each other, and though they were fast friends, Bear, please hear me... That swap was... One of the worst things to happen to Turbo."
Berri frowned and now glanced in Turbo's direction in soft understanding, and though she definitely believed everyone when they said these words, somehow, it all coming from Lash had far more power. Someone so entirely disconnected from the group, someone who has spent this whole year, and then some, in isolation, Lash warmly eyed Berri and shook his head at her, as if he could easily feel the wall of worry coming off of her, and it was here did he wonder if he needed to help the two along.
"Look, in my... Quarantine of white-walled insane asylum," Lash started, he eyed Turbo in hard annoyance, to which Turbo sharply furrowed his eyebrows with a bewildered grin, "I've done a good amount of thinking. I'm sure, with this new swap, you've now discovered QUITE a bit about Turbo, about us Turbotime men, that you'd never have guessed. There's a lot buried deep... No?"
"No, you're right, and it's all spilling over," Berri giggled in soft annoyance, "Libby was... Just clarifying a few things, to us. Turbo and I have been struggling to keep from being blindsided."
"Yeah, like this morning? Scared the crap out of me," Lash muttered to Turbo, in reference to his turquoise gaze. Lash choked a soft laugh of whole humility and rested his hand to his broad chest, "I've... I've ENTIRELY forgotten about that color, man, and just what it meant. Seeing you like that brought a LOT of memories about, and... I-I kind of miss how expressive we all used to be."
"I agree," Turbo's deep voice tenderly grumbled, his masculine fingers so softly tapped his now frosty soda can in a tinker of contemplation.
"Whats the worry, here, Berri's overloaded with thirty years of coded insanity, and Turbo's now reminded that he has to use the color spectrum?" Lash choked a soft laugh and shook his head at the pair, "So, you sneak around Turbo's coding and find stuffed sorrow, maybe a memory of him and Libby... So, you melt into Berri's coding and, I don't know... Feel something other than the colors gold or grey?"
"I-I don't want to find those memories," Berri worried, cueing to Turbo's and Libby's relationship, she softly furrowed her eyebrows and gave Turbo a wary look of nervousness, to which Lash shook his head and lulled his eyes closed.
"I hate to break it to you, doll, but you're going to. And it's not going to be easy," Lash mumbled to Berri in a strange sweep of softened sweetness, "Berri, I KNEW Libby Von Swirlz. As cool as she was, she was... For lack of MUCH better words, a huge bitch. She constantly ran circles around Turbo, would gas light him into the wee-hours of the morning, there was a LOT going on that you either will never really know, refuse to look into, or... You'll be hit between the eyes with it."
"I played my part, man, she wasn't the only person there that was the issue," Turbo stated in quiet justification.
"Yeah, you were an asshole and would raise your voice and throw things and drink yourself silly and you guys would make up and do it ALL over again the next night," Lash rushed with a hefty laugh, he smiled into Berri's eyes and sneakily side-eyed her, "Bear, your's and Turbo's image of love, here, is... Incredibly beautiful, it's fragile, it's long overdue. So WHAT if you come across memories of Libby, how do you think Turbo would feel if he came across memories of you with Gunner?"
Berri sharply raised her eyebrows in prickled concern and gave Turbo an apprehensive look of hot understanding. Turbo gave her a meek smile, sagged his shoulders and bobbed her a tender nod.
"Those memories are INSANELY fresh, that happened like WEEKS ago!" Lash hissed with a chuckle, "This poor guy has to understand that he's touching skin that was also very recently touched by another man. Someone who is alive and well and ready to torture the lot of you. How do you think Turbo's going to react upon reliving those recent memories?"
"... I already have," Turbo sorrowfully mumbled, to which Berri opened her mouth to nervously rush him an apology, though he kindly cut her of, "Berri, it's... It's not a big deal, it's in the past. It's like me and Libby. Gunner was terrible for you, that's why they're our exes."
"I-I... Didn't even consider that," Berri worried as she gave Lash a sorrowful look of hot humility. She finally looked down to her twiddling fingers, on the island, and sat in her lonesome bubble, "That... Was really selfish of me, and... I'm really sorry, Bo."
"It's okay, babe," Turbo huffed quietly, he gave her a soft chuckle and bobbed a nod, "I know I'm a huge upgrade. As are you."
"Yeah, that's what you guys need to focus on," Lash gestured his hand towards the pair, "What did Libby have to say about all of this? Surely similar things to what I've said."
"Yeah, she'd agree with everything you've said, here," Turbo bobbed a nod and now felt a bashful air eke between him and Berri, "The cure to curb being blindsided is to, well... Over-communicate, and... Swap frequently."
"Well, awesome, good news all around," Lash grunted, he firmly gestured to Turbo's corridor and beamed a cheeky smile, "Just leave me out of it. I live here now, so... Hope your room is sound proof, cause you guys will just have to do whatever you want in THERE."
Turbo raised his eyebrows and shot his little brother a stern, cheeky look of rising dominance, he inhaled a deep breath and glowered Lash down with a smile, though Lash sagged and immediately got the hint.
"You realize if Berri and I wanted whole privacy, to do whatever we wanted in MY house, that I'd promptly bubble you or isolate you to the room I generously offered you, correct?" Turbo pressed in a firm rise of still smiling, brotherly challenge.
"Yes, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Lash mumbled in regret, he tried to stifle a smile, "I'm appreciative, and you know that. I just... Want you two to be happy. Turbo, I saw the downward spiral you fell into when you got with Libby. It's why... It's why I turned on everyone, but you. It's why I hated swapping. It RUINED you. And I don't want to be involved in that, again."
Turbo heaved a hard, heavy sigh and shyly gave Berri a look of assurance, the gentle tension between them was now something that could be felt, the raw fact of Lash's words whilst Turbo so securely held Berri's coding now in his, permanently, Lash finally choked a chuckle and shook his head.
"It ruined you because you made an ass of yourself and tried to fill a void, in your coding, with someone else's coding," Lash intelligently pressed, he eyed the two in sweetness and gestured to Berri in warm conclusion, "This isn't the case, here..."
Berri smiled a little and finally caught eyes with Turbo in a soft show of delicacy, honesty and tenderness that Lash was getting better at.
"You've both filled the gaps in your own coding, within yourselves, and now are free to easily share within each other," Lash mumbled warmly, "This is how it always should be. And I was... Really wary of it all, at first, but I'm... Really proud of you guys. You've proven me wrong, and... I'm never wrong."
"No, you never THINK you're wrong," Turbo choked a laugh, to which Lash beamed and looked off.
"Fine, fine," Lash figuratively rolled over, "You guys don't need to worry about anything. And Berri, please hear me. Turbo is in a FAR better place, here. You guys didn't need each other to COMPLETE the other. You both now have the opportunity to COMPLIMENT each other. I'd be lying if I said I don't ever want to know what that's like, one day."
Turbo raised his eyebrows in poised surprise and peered to his little brother. Someone who had put up the sturdiest, angriest wall for a whole eternity, only to allow it to crumple right before witnesses, Turbo choked a small, incredulous laugh and opened his mouth to inquire about Lash's words, though Lash urgently shook his head and gestured to Turbo's corridor, once more.
"No, I won't elaborate on it, now... GO, go," Lash urged with a nervous laugh, "You guys go sort your indifferences and what have you. I'm about to head to bed shortly, here, as well."
"Thank you, Lash," Berri eased in warm conclusion.
"C'mon," Turbo pressed tenderly to his Queen, he eased his hand into Berri's and began to lead her out of his dimly lit kitchen, "We'll see you tomorrow, Lash."
"But probably only briefly," Berri mumbled tiredly, she rubbed her eye and gave Lash a warm smile of gratitude, "Got a huge meeting with Bedgy, tomorrow."
"I'll be here," Lash droned in what would be enthusiastic delight, though he mumbled his statement and finally gave Berri and Turbo a kind smile of understanding, "Night, guys."
"G'night," They both gently chimed, and with silent smoothness, Turbo's bedroom door gently clacked and locked with the secure seal of him and Berri behind it.
"User... Rather ballsy of him to try and commandeer house rules, like that," Berri whispered; she knew Turbo's room was properly sound proof, though as Turbo closed and locked his hefty, tall, dark wooden door, she still scrunched into herself with aided softness. Berri gently gave her eyes to Turbo's demeanor, and it was here did she get a small shred of his and Lash's brotherly dynamic, a tug of war of power, something Turbo was finding balance in, "I'm... Proud of you, you handled that well."
"Thank you," Turbo sighed, he gave Berri a smile and finally began to cross his bedroom.
The thud of his bare feet against his tiles, he inhaled a steady breath as a nearby light on his lovely, dark wooden dresser, a unique clad of gentle, masculine decor, a few lazy books schlepped to the wood, a dim light that awoke upon sensing Turbo's hovering presence, Berri's eyes winced as lightning angrily splashed the room. Unflinching, Turbo began to take his lazy t-shirt off, and in a soft swipe, he rested said cloth to his dresser and so gently tossed his eyes to Berri's in a draw of golden, reserved curiosity. Berri hovered still in his dark and mysterious demeanor; even harboring all of his coding, she was well aware she'd likely never see the end of the dainty question marks that lined the inside of her skull, the desire to really know Turbo deeper, for everything he was. She lulled her eyes closed in soft regret as thunder climbed all over Turbo's glass sky scraper, a rattle of a promised storm to splay the exterior of Turbo's loft.
"Bo, I'm... I'm really sorry, for all of this," Berri started as he peered his eyes to hers in softened, humble curiosity. Berri shook her head, looked to Turbo's lovely, huge bed and, although she was excited to lay down with him and allow her to dig the worry and stress right out of her, she stood still and knew she needed to get this all off of her chest, first and foremost, "You trusted me with your coding, you... You trusted me to carry on, and move forward, from here, and... Here I am, getting lost in everything your past consisted of. I'm not trying to bog you down, I just... I guess I just have a high standard, set for myself. I want to be better than the last, Turbo, I... I want to be the end-all."
Turbo smiled in soft warmth, looked down to his feet and marinated in Berri's words. He sagged his hands into his jean's pockets, and though he was due to taking them off shortly, he bobbed a nod, glossed his eyes to the little lamp on his dresser and cued for it to turn off. Now left in the blackness, the only illumination in Turbo's room was the glow of the city from Turbo's massive bedroom window, which was shroud in heavy, angry lightning clouds. Due to the lack of unnatural light, the streaks and flickers of lightning from outside was far more prominent. The walls and ceiling flashed with kisses of electricity that hovered about the two, Turbo finally pressed closer to Berri, a dark silhouette with the hover of dimly lit, becoming-peachy eyes. A lovely, romantic gaze somehow shroud in the exterior of a looming, dark nightmare, something that had the breath catching in the back of Berri's throat. She swallowed hard and hooked her eyes tight to Turbo's in soft, relishing uplift. She knew this was all just worry getting away from her, and the unearthing of emotion was something the two weren't prepared for, though with Turbo's dominant, masculine presence now closing in on her like a dark cloud of hovering, delightful death, she felt pixels of rose gold flicker in the contact points of Turbo's fingertips as he so gingerly held her hips and wormed his hands underneath her shirt, a little.
"There are words that aren't in my vocabulary," Turbo's gently voice glossed the bridge of her nose, his lovely eyes long-blinked in the vanish and show of his glowing eyes against her skin, Berri rested her nervous hands to the broad of Turbo's bare chest and hovered in his sweet words, "Words, actions, intentions... Divorce, reversing a swap... Abandoning hope. User, it's... All I have to my name. Hope."
Berri lulled her eyes closed and raised her white flag, she knew Turbo's pure intentions here, and any past memories or blips of previous escapades were mere flickers amidst their roaring, passionate fire. Berri smiled a little and allowed Turbo's loving, gentlemanly actions to push his intentions along, as if romance and intimacy here, wasn't just simply wanted or desired, it was genuinely needed and required. Whether they were hot off the heels of an awkward conversation, dragged through Lash's kind words all laced with a bumbling show of figuring out just where his dominance lay, Turbo knew of only one thing in this instance, and that was her; something she eagerly cued to. Turbo warmly pressed a kind kiss to Berri's forehead as he successfully began to undress her in gentleness, the slow wriggle she finally adhered to, to worm out of her clothes, her nervous hands fumbled at the belt and buckle of the hefty denim Turbo was left wearing.
"What you've learned about me is only the tip of the iceberg, and... I'm sure you could nose around my past self and be disappointed," Turbo mumbled cutely on her forehead, though he inhaled a readied breath, and with the bareness of their fresh bodies now hovered tight before each other, in the dark, Turbo lovingly bent down a little, wrangled his arms about Berri's rear and lower back, and with a grunt, he successfully brought her up into his arms. With a sneaky smile into her neck as she eased a shy giggle and wrapped her arms about his thick neck, as well as her legs about his hefty midsection, he sweetly pressed on into her neck as the feel of her lovely, wavy hair sagged about his arms, "Hell, I'm sure you could look at certain aspects of me NOW and be disappointed."
"Turbo," Berri blurt a soft laugh as Turbo stumbled to step out of his jeans and underwear, and with his steady footwork, he finally rounded his lovely bed, only illuminated by the lightning outside; he kindly sagged Berri's body down into his comfortable bed, wriggled the two underneath the heavy covers and remained comfortably planted on top of Berri amidst the spread of her legs.
"... But I know of at least one thing you can't be disappointed in," Turbo muttered cheekily, the glow of his eyes illuminated her face, in which he successfully watched her desperately try to stifle a laugh and a wide, bashful smile.
"No, you're... Not wrong, there," Berri shyly muttered in a giggle as Turbo heaved a shaky breath and sagged his hips deeper into hers, the eventual reveal of his firm extension, once again, found the gentle dig between Berri's hip bone and thigh.
"Berri, there's no one else I'd want to share my whole self with, than you," Turbo mumbled sweetly, he took his time, here, and although his mind swam with this dreamy predicament he was successful in finding himself in, the warmth of their bare bodies stirred in the draw of their legs, the sink of Turbo's heftier body into the opened, lovely language Berri's skin softly spoke to Turbo's, and in a tug of correction, Turbo tucked his face into Berri's neck and allowed his sweet smile to taste her skin. Although needing his own hand for guidance, he wormed himself to slow correction, between the two and quite enjoyed the feeling of her arched body into his, the expansion of her little rib cage, the hot huff of a shaky breath into Turbo's ear, he fluttered his eyes closed and was now well aware he could never get enough of this sensation. He lulled his peachy eyes closed, the roll of thunder eased into the notion he lovingly whispered into Berri's ear, "We can either just sit and feel sorry for ourselves..."
"... Or," Berri daintily whispered back, she eased a shy breath of a giggle as she scrunched her shoulders. Turbo beamed a sneaky smile into her neck and firmly tucked in, once more, the rough stubble on his chin graced her soft bare shoulder, and as she eased a soft gasp upon Turbo's very steady and silent motions, she could feel his face scrunch into a cute grit of his teeth, the soft dig into Berri's body was tense and, although welcoming, mildly unwavering. Berri huffed a shaky breath and nervously sprawled her legs amidst the power Turbo's slow moving, still body exuded, every single last once of fervor Arcade had to offer now seamlessly hovered in patient wait, a kind notion of waiting for his Queen's word. Berri heaved a shaky giggle as she held the back of Turbo's head, he sagged deeper into her body as their joined bodies glistened underneath the splay of lightning that illuminated the room, Berri's sarcastic, soft voice fluttered into Turbo's ear with girly caution, "W-we can just... Sort this all out tonight, right? Thirty years i-in... Such a short span of time."
"We better get started, then," Turbo muttered, he just barely sat up a bit so he could peer down to Berri's face. With a loving, firm sweep of his masculine hand over her forehead and a kind loft of her heavy hair and bangs out of her face, he gave her a sweet look and shook his head, "Our first swap was instinctual, riding off of... Pure adrenaline and excitement... Which, isn't a bad thing, but..."
"What do you suggest we do moving forward?" Berri wondered through a sigh, she raised her arms above and behind her head, so to temporarily relax, the peachy glow of Turbo's eyes eagerly splayed all over her bare breasts in boyish delight that she happily allowed.
"I think these next few go-arounds should be more intentional," Turbo mumbled sweetly, he leaned down and kissed the soft skin between her breasts, right on the firm bone of her sternum, "We're here to eradicate worry... To quell any notion of doubt or uncertainty... Methinks we should get to the bottom of this, bare all, tackle these issues as they come."
"Weird to think our greatest downfall could be within ourselves," Berri fluttered her eyes as Turbo sagged his hip bones down into hers, though with such, the faintly glowing stressors of theirs so tenderly kissed in a touch of live-wired, electric goodness; something that was heightened due to the raging storm outside.
"Well, we better get good, quick... We're a team now," Turbo huffed shakily, he finally planted a few kisses to Berri's mouth and, although still prepared to give her another good taste of his love, he knew this time about felt more healing, more romantic; he cradled his arms about her body and knew to treat it as such, and as the roll of thunder clapped the land and promised the two a buzzed show and feel of coded, unified, orgasmic delight, Turbo ushered her a sweet notion onto her cheek and relished in the feel of her soft, loving arms that began to grip about his neck, "We've come this far, alone, against everything Arcade has thrown us. Now that we're one... The Arcade surely won't know what hit it."
A/N : Alright guys! Chapter 200, you know what that means :)
Go ahead and leave a review for what you'd like to see in the next sketch dump! This can be ANY chapter between 150-200.
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