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[bluescreenwhitedragon]

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[420blazeit]

[ still kind of feels bad about having to bother him, but she's sure he would have said as much if it really pissed him off. ]

I didn't do a half bad job, hm? [ deactivating them. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

On the contrary. Looks like you finally have the force and angle right.

[420blazeit]

Nailed it~ or, hm, maybe I shoulda said screwed it. [ bites back a laugh. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Language, d.Va. Aren't their children on your unit?

[420blazeit]

[ makes a face. ] Please. [ sets a hand to his chest and pushes him into the couch as she leans in closer. ] You think anybody can hear us in here?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He is mildly surprised at the shove, but only raises an eyebrow at her in response]

That sounds like a threat.

Hope you can back that up.

[420blazeit]

[ slides her hand up to his shoulder and presses harder. ]

Cute. Now who's talking a big game. Don't think I can, Intensity?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I think---

You don't what you're signing yourself up for.

[420blazeit]

And I think you're wrong.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Is that so?

Then show me.

[420blazeit]

[ she grabs a handful of the material of his coat and considers her options... but since the two are challenge accepted and challenge accepted, she's left with no choice but to jerk him toward her for a kiss that doesn't completely hit the mark. no matter though... because if he's not careful she's going to take the high ground by trying to force him off the couch. ]

[ "distraction"... un / successful??? ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He grunts at the sloppy attempt at a kiss. And there is an intake of breath as if he is going to retort with some snappy rude remark.

But that is completely lost in the 'oof' as he suddenly finds himself on the floor.

The fuck?

What the fuck just happened?]

[420blazeit]

[ now that she's got the entire couch she's going to lounge on it and grin down at him. ]

[ too. easy. ]

Idol got your tongue?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[With no real anger to it:]

You should be nicer to the people who are doing you favors.

[420blazeit]

[ leans over the edge to boop his nose. ]

I can kiss it better if you're into that.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[When she leans over, he reaches up to grab the collar of her shirt]

The fact that you would even mention I'm into that is insulting.

[420blazeit]

[ grabs the edge of the couch to keep from falling over the edge as she grunts. ]

Into what? Kissing your ass? [ reaches for the wrist that's got her. ] You should know by now that I just like pushing your buttons.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Is that what that is?

[And hand on his wrist or no, he's trying to drag her onto the floor with him.

GET ON HIS LEVEL!]

[420blazeit]

[ and she goes crashing to the floor beside intensity. oof. ]

I don't know. Kinda seems like we're on different pages of different books.

[ going to attempt to pin his skinny ass in place. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He seems to "allow" it. Though one hand is resting against her hip.

The metal one]

Yes. It does seem that we are.

[420blazeit]

[ that was a lot easier than she thought it would be... hm. still going to act smug about it, even though this victory is feeling pretty hollow. ]

Pity.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

For me or you?

[420blazeit]

[ pokes dead center of his forehead. ]

Dunno. [ pretends like she’s giving it some thought. ] I can’t get inside your headspace, but that’s half the fun.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

100 years too early for that!

[Grips tighter on her hip and tries to flip their positions]

[420blazeit]

[ she, too, is a twig, so he'll have no problems flipping them. ]

Only 100?