"[Rommmates] Haha, Chiclets, when will they learn?"
By 4th (https://pastebin.com/u/4th)

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Created on: Friday 1st of September 2017 12:06:51 AM CDT
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    >"M-Mike?" the tall hen asks warily "Why is there so little written about me on this image board?"
    >She points on the screen, dozens of links to stories about the tenants
    >Barely any with her in them
    >"It... It's because of this, isn't it?" she asks deflated, two feathers running over her facial scars
    >With a heavy sigh, she clicks the little X button and shuts down her computer, admitting defeat before you even have a chance to say a word
    >You shake your head as she gets up and turns away, shoulders slacking and head hanging low
    >"Chiclet, Chiclet..." you say dissapointed "You really don't know?"
    >Before the tall girl has the chance to turn around again and stare you into submission with puppy eyes that make you question her species, you give her a tight hug from behind
    >She tenses up, but quickly eases up again, a feathery hand of hers trailing along your forearm "You don't have to do this just to cheer me up, I'd feel bad for guilting you into doing this. It's fine, I survived worse."
    >Breaking your embrace, she turns around and smiles, lifting a wing to flex for you
    >It's fake
    >She doesn't believe her own words, even at her lowest she wants others to be happy above all
    >Even if she has to silently suffer for it
    >You can understand her sentiment though, which makes it all the more important to make her see what's really going on
    >Grabbing her head in both hands, you pull her down and plant a big, fat smooch on her cheek, deliberately danger close to her disfigured mouth
    >She attempts to pull out but you don't let her "Mike, come on. You don't have to play the marty--"
    >You squeeze her cheek against yours and whisper into her ear "The reason there's so little written about you, Chiclet, is because you've already won."
    >Your words are puzzling to her "Huh?" is all the sound she manages to make in her confusiong, before you continue

    >"You're the ideal standard, all the other girls have to measure themselves up against you. You're the status quo. For you, there is no struggle to win me over, and a story isn't as exciting if there is no struggle, no conflict."
    >The tall hen listens intently, soaking up every word like a dried out sponge "Foxglove has the mysterious taboo with her ambiguous gender. Beanie is lazy and grumpy, which aren't attractive traits on their own, but that makes her relatable. For Bonbon I'm literally a fetish, which sets the stage for shameless encounters and obsession. For Cheeky it's pretty much the same, there isn't the specification of a fetish, but her personality would make that redundant anyway. But you. You're tall, sweet and handsome."
    >It's too much for her, she pulls away, wings against your shoulders, pushing you away from her but you hold her around the midsection
    >The blush on her cheeks is visible even through her plumage and she twists her head to the side as to get as far away from making eye contact as possible
    >The chicken is wrestling with herself to keep a smile from betraying her true feelings
    >"Stop it." she squeezes out of her mouth, barely any trace of honesty in her words
    >"You're optimistic, you're responsibly, you're caring. Humble, understanding, sexy, you take things into your own hands... " your eyes flick down to your shoulders "Wings."
    >Chiclet's eyes meet yours hesitantly "Y- You're totally overdoing it." her wings no longer hold you at bay
    >They merely rest on your shoulders
    >"Don't blame me for telling the truth." you say with a grin
    >Her hips start moving from side to side, and she looks down at herself "You... think I'm sexy?" her voice is cautious "I mean, my face, I'm ug--"
    >"No!" anger rises inside you "You're cute! Nothing can change that and don't let anyone tell you otherwise!"
    >Without warning she pulls you close
    >The anger you felt moments ago is blown away like chaff before the wind

    >Her embrace is strong, she doesn't hold back and you return the gesture in kind
    >Your arms slinging around her slender frame
    >By accident you lift her off the ground for a second, you forgot that even here, birds are built light
    >The two of you stay like this for a long time
    >Eventually Chiclet slightly relaxes her chokehold on you, just enough to face you
    >With her forehead touching yours, there is so little room between you that you'd just have to purse your lips to give her a kiss
    >Her smile is broad and infecting
    >Soon, your smile matches her
    >"Thanks, I needed that. I think you're cute too." she whispers, barely audible despite her close proximity "That's really nice of you to cheer me up"
    >"I didn't do this just to cheer you up." you say cocky, tilting your head so your lips touch hers "I expect to be compensated."
    >Her eyelids sink low until her eyes are nothing but narrow slits, not moving an inch away from your lazy kiss "I know of something." she purrs
    >Wings slide down your back and squeeze your buttcheeks
    >Without warning she cups your ass and lifts you up, turning around with you, and drops the both of you onto her bed with a 'pomf'
    >"What are we gonna do on the bed, Chiclet?" you ask playfully
    >She plants a series of kisses down your neck, never quite breaking eye contact with you "That's a secret." she says inbetween smooches
    >There isn't a lot of room to guess; her face is up here, but her wings have your pants already pulled down to your knees
    >Little Mike is already on his shift, and Chiclet let's out a cute chirp as she grabs him
    >Surprised to see that she really has this effect on you
    >Her grin grows by another magnitude before she dives down
    >This is gonna be a long night