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"But, but we have fighting class." Bren said, currently looking like a sad puppy.
"But, but we have fighting class." Bren said, currently looking like a sad puppy.
"I- I know I just… Something came up…" She bit her lip slightly. She reached up and pulled her fedora down, keeping her large ears hidden. Her teal eyes flashed with a regretful look.
Bren gave a sad sigh. "Fine, but you're going to make me cookies to make up for missing it."
"I'll do my best." She gave him a slight smile. Her scroll buzzed again, though she ignored it. Then she looked down, thoughtful. "…. actually….."
"Actually what Eve?" Bren asked, pursing his lips.
"… It can wait. I'll stick around." She looked back up, giving a slight, smile. A gleam came over her eyes, though it was almost like you could see the gears turning in her mind.. "I'm sure it's nothing important anyways."
//oh, to be clear, her team doesn't know about her "connections". Just to make sure that's known lol
Bren clapped his hands together in happiness. "Yay!" He knew that guilting her would probably help her decide to stay.
She gave a faint smile, her hat shifted as she tried to make her ears more comfortable. "You really like me coming to combat training, don't you?"
"You're a good sparring partner." He says and shrugs, his tongue flicking out as he talks.
She gave a faint chuckle, though it sounded tense. "Heh, sparring… I'm glad you think so. I'm sorry as well if I ever go to hard on you… Any of you guys."
"I'm expecting you too," Jo responded.
She shrugged slightly. "Just trying to push you guys!" She smiled around at her team. "Do tell me if I get too rough though, alright? I don't mean to…" Her light russian accent filled with a hint of concern.
Huh, so this died… Nice//
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