𝑴𝑰𝑹𝑨

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝑱𝒆𝒅𝒊, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘴. 𝑴𝑰𝑹𝑨! from 𝙆𝙉𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏𝙎 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙊𝙇𝘿 𝙍𝙀𝙋𝙐𝘽𝙇𝙄𝘾 2: 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝙇𝙊𝙍𝘿𝙎. swrp. please rt!

“Been a while since I’ve seen it. I think a little foliage could do me good.” She laid her own fingerless gloves into Visas’ palms, taking hold and whirling around her in order to lead— walking backwards. “Gotta take advantage of the quiet days though, don’t we?”

Tinkering away, building her assorted explosives.

I missed you too, gorgeous!

CREI.

Just enough time for her to form finger-guns over her triggers and then realize that Visas cannot see them. "Hey, Visas!" She slips her guns back into her holsters and hurries over. "Heading somewhere?"

FRONTFLIPS. LANDS. GUNS BLAZIN',

With a prompt and gentle release of his hand, her gloved palms planted themselves over her hips confidently. "Somebody's gotta keep you on your toes around here."

"In pollen season? It's your funeral, sister." Without hesitation, she led the other woman along through the familiar corridor of the Ebon Hawk and out into the cool, lush air that awaited them outside. "Clouds are out," she said, "not bad, otherwise."

Her brows creased with confusion. With one swift move, she pushed herself to her feet. Extending a hand. "Well, it was a surprise attack. Therefore; surprise."

She's avoiding her on-board chores, so that sounds like the perfect excuse. Out comes the worn leather of her glove, securing a grasp on the other's hand. "Going anywhere in particular?"

Tilting her head to the side. "You didn't see that one coming?"

She's Visas' seeing eye-merc.

Oh, woah! Quick! Stop thinking!

Rollin, rollin. Stops. Grins at him. "Hey."

Rolls around on the ground with him in her grasp.

HmMmMMm. Indeed.

H M M M .

Tackles him.