Leaving
The tantalising scents of freshly cooked food assailed his nostrils, but Zane did not give it a second thought. His eyes scanned the relaxed restaurant as he walked through the seating area. Where was she? Keira had asked him to meet her here.
Zane was glad she had made the invitation. He had a few things that he really had to tell her himself. They could not wait any longer. He was leaving the next day.
Slipping past a waiter, Zane stepped out to the alfresco tables and searched for any sign of his well, he and Keira weren't exactly friends anymore. Zane did not know how to define them. They weren't as close as friends a
Keira cracked her knuckles and flexed her fingers, preparing them for another bout of typing. Set before her was her hotel-provided laptop, which she used on a day-to-day basis to write stories on DeviantArt. Her stories were often centered around realistic stuffing scenarios with made-up female characters, a topic she was admittedly very attracted to, and had no problems with whatsoever.
Sitting to the left of her laptop was a bowl the size of half a beach ball, loaded up with cold vanilla ice cream drenched with chocolate syrup and with a literal cherry on top. Since Keira was a smaller, jittery girl, she constantly relied on sugar to ke
The castle's grand dining hall shone with torches, illuminating the large oak dining table placed on a soft fur carpet at the center. Delicately paneled windows surrounded the room, letting in glossy columns of the soft evening light. While the kingdom's villages and plazas rustled with the noise and commotion of the commonfolk, the dining hall was solitary and stoic.
Suddenly, its silence was shattered with the sounds of the great wooden doors swinging open, as a lone woman strode gracefully towards the single seat positioned at the tablehead closest to her. With little difficulty despite being in a well-tailored skirt, she seated herself
-D.Va's Belly Stuffing Donation- by ActualHumanTrash, literature
Literature
-D.Va's Belly Stuffing Donation-
It was so sudden she was speechless.
Hana Song, better known as D.Va had been streaming Starcraft II. This was something she commonly did during the days of leisure from Overwatch, much valuing the time where she could just kick back and enjoy some video games.
The stream had been going normally and smoothly, casually playing Starcraft while her chat went crazy. She'd specifically worn her tight suit today - the one she normally wore when inside her Meka - because she knew how much her fans loved that. So the chat was filled with positive remarks overall, bringing a smirk to her smooth face.
She was casually sipping at a can of soda when s