[meanwhile, bk on Hater's ship, Peepers was slowly getting better frm his wounds n was clear to be discharged, tho he still has to walk ard with bandages ard his body]
Peepers: [groaned as he tries to move his stiff body]
???: Hey...
Peepers: [turned to see who it was] Oh hey, Star (smile)
Brad: (cradled his arm slightly) :) Glad to see you're doing okay.
Peepers: Yeah, almost died from the toxin from the thorns tht stupid vines from the orb left me, n my body feels like Swiss cheese, bt I'm good
Brad: (nod)
Peepers: How's ur arm doing? N how's Magica?
Brad: Arm's still a little sore. And Magica's still resting up... :(
Peepers: [limps towards him n takes his hand] He'll be fine. He's eating well, isnt he? U've been feeding him ur milk regularly, right?
Brad: (nod) I have been.
Peepers: Then he's getting all the help he needs. Mother's milk is usually the best for babies
Brad: Mhm... (slowly takes a seat)
Peepers: [take a seat nxt to him] ....I'm sorry
Brad: :( No, Pumpkin... don't be...
Peepers: It was supposed to be a date, a day I take u out without any worries abt Vlax, without worry of danger, a moment where we can work out our feelings, bt... Bt... I put u n Magica in danger... :(
Brad: :( You didn't know...
Peepers: I should've. I'm Lord Hater's SiC, it's my job to do research before going onto a planet before conquering. I should've known better...
Brad: (leaned against Peepers carefully) :( It's not your fault... I'm not blaming you for what happened...
Peepers: U should, I'm probably nothing bt trouble
Brad: (shake) No you're not. You're a great SiC, and you're also being great at being a father figure to Magica.
Peepers: U... U sure...? (sad)
Brad: (nod) Positive.
Peepers: U think... [scratched his chin bashfully] U think I'm a good father figure...? (blush)
Brad: (nod) Of course I do.
Peepers: Does this mean...wat I think it means abt us...?
Brad: (blush) I... I suppose it does...
Peepers: I guess... We could be more than...just friends...? [takes his hand as he scooched closer to him]
Brad: (also scooched closer) I'd love that... :)
Peepers: Maybe someday... [leaned against Brad] I can be Magica's papa...for real
Brad: (nod) He'd love that too.
Peepers: [leans closer until he was touching Brad's lips with his]
Brad: (gently kissed the Watchdog)
Peepers: [kissed him a little deeper, holding him close, careful to avoid Brad's bummed arm]
Brad: Mmm... (also kissed him deeper)
Peepers: I... I love u, my star... [spoke btwn kisses]
Brad: I... love you, too... pumpkin... (also spoke between kisses)
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