*PURE GENIUS

time for a field test! [w.i.p]

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killjoy paints her nails because when she was 14 brimstone bought her a set of a bunch of metallic nail polish to help her and i quote “feel a little more like the other girls her age”. 

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ah  ,      it    wasn’t    anything    pressing  ,      good  .          chances    are    she    had    gotten    bored      &  .      come    looking    for    someone    to    pester  .          on    a    good    day  ,      sova    wouldn’t    mind    entertaining    the    little    engineer      —— —      today  ,      however  ,      had    been    draining      …      &  .      judging    by    her    stare  ,      killjoy    could    tell  .

〞          …      &  .      you    do    not    need    anything  ,      yes  ?          〝          he    repeats  ,      somewhat    dodging    her    inquiry  ,      reaching    to    scratch    his    neck    out    of    habit  .          she    is    an    expert    in    the    exact    field    sova   is    struggling    with  ,      he    knows    this  ,      &  .      after    a    small    pause  ,      he    sighs  .            (          HIS    PROSTHETIC    EYE    BLINKING    OPEN      —— —      STILL    OFF  ,      &  .    STARING    OPPOSITE    OF    HIS    WORKING    ONE  .          )            〞          i    do    need    help  .          〝          embarrassment    spikes    again  ,      &  .      a    hand    jerks    to    cover    his    scarred    eye  .

stepping    aside  ,      sova    motions    for    killjoy    to    enter    his    unit  ,      then    points    to    the    mess    that    is    his    custom    bow    on    the    desk  .          〞          i    cannot    fix    it  .          〝

Killjoy watches sova intently as he waits and pauses before finally opening his eye and admitting he does, in fact, need help. it takes everything in her not to gasp just a little bit at the sight of his robotic eye. not because its grotesque or anything of the sort, its just... surprising. he never fails to know how to catch her off guard, no matter how much she thinks she has figured out.

as he steps aside to let her in her eyes widen at the clutter in front of her. she wont say anything. she wont comment on the mess. she will not nitpick or nag, its obvious hes not in the right mood. but good god.

“ sooo.... ” she pauses and walks all the way into his workshop, and turns back around to greet him once more, “ what exactly needs fixing? looking from here it seems pretty okay, a bit... worn down but workable. ”

she pauses once more to turn around again and get a slightly closer look at the broken bow in front of her.

“ then again, if you dont feel like explaining or simply just dont know, i could just, yknow, work my magic. ” she gives a nice little jazz dance with her hands to really emphasize her point and, hopefully, brighten his mood just a little. not that shed ever admit to the latter.

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〞          Чёрт    побери    …          〝

exasperated ,      the    archer    rolled    his    working    eye  ,    cupping    the    circuit  -  filled    one    with    his    spare    hand  .          waves    of    pain    pulsed    through    his    head      —— —      his    custom    bow    on    the    work    desk    in    front    of    him    had    been    damaged  .          not    horribly  ,      though    enough    to    tap    into    the    wiring    strung    throughout    his    body      &  .      irritate    it  .          he    is    not    a    mechanic  ,      nor    an    engineer  ,      though    the    connection    he    shared    with    his    weaponry    required    sova    to    learn      …      frustration    was    bound    to    become    a    factor  .

lost    in    his    own    world    of    annoyance  ,      the    exclamation    &  .    knocking    sent    another    jolt    of    pain    through    him      —— —      breathe  ,      sova  .          his    hand    shifts    to    catch    a    glimpse    of    his    eye    in    the    surface    of    his    desk;          it’s    turned   off  .          a    small    twinge    of    embarrassment    tugs    at    him  ,      the    lazy    eye    problem    didn’t    crop    up    often;          he’s    going    to    get    laughed    at  .

〞          Да  ,      killjoy    ?          do    you    need    me    ?          〝

he    still    opens    the    door      —— —      albeit  ,    with    his    prosthetic    eye    closed;          attempting    to    hide    the    mess    on    his    desk    behind    himself  .

Sova opens the door and in near immediate response, killjoy straightens her posture and places a hand on her hips.

“ well, i was just meandering around when i heard you were working on something, ja? ” punctuating the end of her sentence with eye contact she continues, “ i was just wondering what you were working on... and maybe if you needed any help? ” her face showing visible excitement by the time she finished her sentence.

the eye contact really helped her get a good look at him. he looked completely exhausted and more irritated than shed really ever seen him. brows furrowed, visible eye bags, his mouth just slightly tilted downward. and his one robotic eye was closed shut tight.

hm. okay, thats not great. perhaps, some mild antics could lift his spirits. maybe she could get him to laugh for once. certainly it wasnt an easy task but she was willing to try. and, maybe, she could actually try to help him with whatever his actual problem was.

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Killjoy had been working on a new project for the past couple of days and while shed never admit it, she was getting frustrated. so, that meant it was time to go talk to someone. really dig her nose into their business. rarely did the other valorant agents humor her and actually tell her what they were doing, but she usually got enough information just from being there to quell her frustration in that moment.

she wasnt quite sure who all was at the ward at the moment, but she knew for a fact that among those people was sova. one of the only people who ever actually told her what he was up to. she liked that about sova. he was upfront and honest, though what annoyed her was his... briefness about everything, to put it nicely. but it was better than stewing in her resentment towards herself, so she skipped her happy little way over to sovas workshop; she could already here the sounds of clinking, clanging, and mild grunting. annoyed grunting. uh-oh. a bad moods never stopped her before though, and it certainly wont stop her now.

“ knock-knock! ” she exclaims while then proceeding to actually knock on the door.

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*shoots a recon dart onto your dumb head*

wbat the hell im being attacked on the damn head