[She scared the shit out of the sim soldiers. She is still proud of this. She is a frightening beast of a woman and she likes it that way.
She has to admit, in the back of her mind, that she also missed the feeling of someone's fingers between hers. Even if it's TOTALLY GROSS god what a loser nerd, trying to hold hands with her]
Well, at least you're still keeping up. I was worried.
[He steps sideways into her and leans half his weight into her shoulder, like pushing her off the road in such an inefficient way would a) work or b) do anything.]
Come on, it sounds like weird alien porn when you say it like that.
[Carolina gets herself off the road that time, having to bend over to keep her balance while laughing. Barked like a fox, her laughter rings loud, and she can't remember the last time she laughed like this.]
[D-2 looks from Carolina to York, then raises her hands to blink an answer back to them in the Elgyemic language of light patterns. Obviously neither of them can understand it, but she accompanies the message with a psychic nudge: a questioning feeling and an impression of warm laughter, as if to ask, 'Okay, but you're both happy, aren't you?']
[He's always loved her at sunset, with the last of the light threading gold through her hair, fire before the night. The moment of transition: day giving way to twilight, the future blooming from the past. She stood there at that brink and looked ahead, and he would follow, eyes open.]
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He doesn't swing their hands or anything. It's just nice, is all. Holding hands with someone. Holding hands with Carolina.]
Hey now, you have no idea how terrifying you are from the outside, do you? I did kickass.
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[She scared the shit out of the sim soldiers. She is still proud of this. She is a frightening beast of a woman and she likes it that way.
She has to admit, in the back of her mind, that she also missed the feeling of someone's fingers between hers. Even if it's TOTALLY GROSS god what a loser nerd, trying to hold hands with her]
Well, at least you're still keeping up. I was worried.
[No she wasn't.]
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[Yeah, something as simple as transdimensional relocation. Or HIS OWN FUCKING DEATH. Oh my god, end all Freelancers.
His hands are as strong and sure as they always were, as nimble and precise. He gives her hand a gentle squeeze as they walk.]
It's like I said the other day. Gotta keep things interesting for you somehow, right?
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[It sounds sarcastic, but... it's a little bit sincere.
Walking with him seems so easy right now, as easy as it used to be. It's a comforting feeling, to walk with someone she's known for so long.]
But you probably need to be earning badges anyway-- to get around, don't you?
[yeah how long are you gonna get away with not telling her you're a breeder, yolk]
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Why would I need the badges to get around? Are there checkpoints or something?
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Trainers can't use those hidden machines outside of battle for some... weird reason. Not without badges.
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[Aaaaaaaaughhh. Why, as an infiltration specialist secret agent guy, can York not lie?]
I don't actually need those so much.
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How'd you manage that?
[Don't tell her.]
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'Cause I'm not actually registered as a Trainer. Apparently, I'm the same thing North is.
[As long as nobody says the word, it isn't so bad...?]
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[How long can you keep her from saying it, york]
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[It's coming. He knows it is. He braces himself for his inevitable fate.]
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[There it is. She can't help it. She has to laugh.]
You?
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[He steps sideways into her and leans half his weight into her shoulder, like pushing her off the road in such an inefficient way would a) work or b) do anything.]
Come on, it sounds like weird alien porn when you say it like that.
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[She's still snickering under her breath, not at all bothered by the shove. She deserved it, totally, but York totally deserves this.]
I didn't know that about you, York. Good to hear about your preferences.
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[Massive eyeroll.
God, Carolina, he's not Tucker.Why is this where he has laid his affections.He heaves an exaggerated sigh.]
Well, you know, it got lonely out there, just me and D...
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Cut it out.
[It's her turn to give him a shove.]
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I thought you wanted to hear about my preferences, Champ.
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[But she's still all smiles, in her voice and on her face. Ah, if only she had her visor to hide it. ]
You're setting a bad example for Delta Two.
{Gosh.]
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Naw, I'm setting a precedent for honesty and communication in her future relationships. Same for Stripes. You can thank me later.
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[She rolls her eyes, looking to D-2 and pointing at York.]
He's a bad example. Remember that.
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That kind of feeling... yes, D-2's right. That's what she's feeling.]
Not sure what kind of answer you're goin' for, kid, but... we'll go with yeah.
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York chuckles and falls into step beside Carolina again.]
You are, huh?
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[It's been a while since she's felt like this, anyway. But a Church can't not argue, apparently.]
You got a problem with that?
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[He's always loved her at sunset, with the last of the light threading gold through her hair, fire before the night. The moment of transition: day giving way to twilight, the future blooming from the past. She stood there at that brink and looked ahead, and he would follow, eyes open.]
I'm good.