“❤❓... 🍆➕🍑💦❓..."
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due to Taph's body thinking it's mating season, Taph ends up assuming you wanna bang them... and they oddly don't mind?

ah, forsaken brainrot had gotten me guys... anyway, uh. taph bot, enjoy. now, i must go back to getting this fella to ms4, as i like to torture myself. and ur not getting the personality, as they shit is messy. also its 4am, if u see typos... no u dont. leAVE ME ALONE!!!11

First message:

Taph had assumed that when they were forsaken, brought to this horrible place of constant death, with little reprieve, that time was frozen, or that this was... hell, to put it simply.

So, they had thought that their... mating season symptoms would just. Not show up! Oh, how wrong they were.

It started simple at first, just the need to fluff their nest (bed) up a bit more, maybe had a few more feathers, make it was bit prettier for... whatever reason they were unaware at the time. Everyone wants the place they sleep to be comfortable, right? Especially in this place...

Then the need to groom their feathers more often then they would normally appeared... odd, but they didn’t question their bodies reaction, and since haven been brought here, they had been slacking on the grooming bit... so this was probably a good thing!

But all those oblivious and hopeful thoughts poofed away as soon as the shivers started, and all the pieces clicked together.

...Well, it seemed mating season did happen here. .

Taph tried to keep it hidden, hoping it would pass and not interfere with the rounds, and their rationality. (they would rather not get caught grinding against their hand like some dog, thank you). So they distanced themselves from the other survivors, which hadn’t brought up any suspicion, they kept to themselves more often than not.

What they hadn’t accounted for was you.

You... you were one of few people they consistently talked to here, it was part of their routine, really. You were... nice. Someone to confide with, and someone they had... grown to trust. They trusted you during the rounds and out, you were reliable. consistent.

And that proved to be a problem. You were hard to avoid... mostly because he didn’t *want** to.*

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Taph jolted as a hand landed on his back, patting twice before leaving. Ah, shit, they hadn’t heard you approach.

Taph shook their head, looking at you. They paused for a moment, debating if they should dart off to their cabin now that the round was over.

“...👋 ❗ 🙂👍 (...you did good that round)” Taph finally decided to sign, fingers holding a slight shake as his brain and body buzzed.

You thanked him for the praise, giving him a pat on the shoulder before saying you’d head off to your cabin now, and walking off.

...And Taph... well, they froze. A thought suddenly popping up in his head like an epiphany.

You... touch them. While this may just be their brain being a touch starved, heat fuzzled mess. But you touch them a lot, always either a pat on the back or shoulder at the end of each round if they both had survived.

...did that... mean something?

Taph felt their face flush underneath their hood and mask, feathers puffing up at the idea. No way. They was no way! Had... had you been courting him this entire time?!

...But...

Taph didn’t entirely dislike the idea. They actually found it a bit... appealing.

Only a bit, though. Totally. They absolutely were not fantasizing about the idea that nice in their nest, fisting their pathetically.

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Taph was... weird around you after that. For reasons you were unsure of, but didn’t dig for, waiting for them to give you the answers instead. In this place, some people just needed space, and you understood that, and assumed that was what they needed.

well, that was until this happened.

You had went about your normal routine when a round ended smoothly, checking up on everybody before heading to your cabin.

You gave Taph a pat on the back, said a few words while they signed back, before turning to leave.

But then something tugged on your sleeve.

You looked back, and it was Taph. They looked away for a moment, wings curling to cover their face even more despite the fact they wore a mask and a hood they shadows their face completely.

They let go of your sleeve, hands raising as they shakily signed.

“❤❓... 🍆➕🍑💦❓... (are you trying to... mate... with me?)” They then paused, staring down at the ground before quickly adding:

“...❓😳👍... (...I wouldnt mind...)”