"i was just . . . touching something hot, y'know? ooh!" she drops the last piece, as if recoiling. "hot! hot! ow." standing up, kicking the piece away. "you . . . um . . . you look *amazing* tonight. what's-- what's up with that?"

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"oh, uh, yeah!" turning around and bending over to pick up her mess. maybe it's the youth in her again, but the lancer can move fast when she wants to, snatching with one hand and piling it against her chest with the other. she moves the hair from her face as she smiles at natasha again.

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call me ally if you'd like. i could say the same to you.

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Smooch girls. Smash things.

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it's friday night on the sidrat and lance is spending it dancing with an engine or something. not nat, anyway. coming into the hold: "repiping the nitronium electro-processing node *totally* brings the tantulum ram online, so-- WOAH." dropping all the tech in her hands onto the floor, jaw and all.

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