ɪᴛ ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴀ ʙᴇ ꜱᴍᴀʀᴛ, ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴀ ʙᴇ ᴅᴜᴍʙ ꜰᴀꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɢᴜʏ. Fang-Mei Forsgren // WIRE // 5'8" // Batshit Crazy // Pilot // Speed Freak // Death Wish // If you ain't cheatin', you ain't tryin'

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Time to clean Nornfang. She has a sound bath playing in her helmet as she does it. Please try to not interrupt her, she has a very strict schedule to keep.

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Despite being the far more experienced of the two, Ripley followed Reigh’s lead. They returned the kiss in a similarly ginger manner.

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Ripley began to stand from their seat, though they paused to glance Nija’s way. It was her house, and her rules. They had a hand over Reigh’s, just so they could pull him up if a quick trip to survey some drawings was permitted.

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As if their smile couldn’t grow any brighter. Though they remained leaned into him, they sat up just a tad straighter. “I’d say so.”

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