forum Atlantic Rim // One-on-One // Closed

Started May 01, 2019 by Deleted user

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((You put up with such stupidity, thank you.))

"Hey, I'm good at those." Cassie said, flopping to the ground as soon as she was free. After a moment, she scrambled back to her feet, taking off her helmet and tugging a hand through her hair to keep it out of her face. "C'mere."

He walked over to her, his arms outstretched. "Jesus, that thing packed a punch."

"Hug time!" She grinned, pulling him into a hug. "I half expected us to not be able to get up."

"You know what I'mma do when we get back to the Shatterdome?" he asked, still holding her. "Take a loooong ass nap."

(I mean, should they already be close, since they've fought together for a while?)

((Lmao makes sense. Question is, how close? And yet again, is romance the plan?))

She snorted giving him a squeeze. "I'm gonna eat. 'Till I pass out. How loooooooong is your nap gonna be?"

(Probably, imao)

"3 days," he said, grinning slightly. "With the beating we just took, I feel like it's acceptable."

"It's valid, but then I'm gonna miiiiisss yooouuu." She whined dramatically, a bit messed up by her grin.

Duncan snorted. "Don't worry, Al will keep you company. You two can trade make-up pallets. You get to slather your face in chrome, and he gets some eye liner and nail polish."

"How much makeup d'you think he uses?" Cassie mused, looking off to the side. "Also, I look great in chrome, so fight me." She brightened suddenly, snapping her fingers. "I could do his nails!"

"On second thought," he said, letting out a sigh. "I'll save him from that fate."

"But I could get spray paint, and maybe even glitter!" She said excitedly, bouncing a bit.

"Noooooooooo sir. Al is not turning into a trap." The idea secretly amused him, but no way in hell would he admit it.

"This is your fault." She pointed out, grinning up at him. "You gave me the idea. Which means I should be doing your nails, too."

"You try and I'll punch you in the face," he said, squinting his eyes at her.

"I can take a punch, thank you." She wrinkled her nose, sticking her tongue out at him. "C'mon, let me paint your nails. I promise not to use glitter."

He shook his head. "Not a chance in hell, hotshot."

"So rude." She huffed, faking a grumpy pout for good measure.

"No amount of pouting will get you want you want," he said, shaking his head.

"You're no fun, y'know that? C'mon cap, I bet Al would let me do his nails." She released him, placing her hands on her hips to look around.

"Currently, Al has a big ass dent in the front of his Wi-Fi router," Duncan said, patting the convex curve with his right hand.

"Nothin' makeup can't fix." Cassie quipped, studying the dent. "I want to stab a Kaiju. Just…stab 'em."

"Good luck with that," he said, rolling his eyes. "You'd be dead before you got anywhere close."

"Wouldn' stop me from tryin'." She said, sticking her tongue out at him. "I could just build a giant shiv. Big ol' stabby utensil."