Lmao just imagine Luz in a middle of t̶o̶r̶t̶u̶r̶i̶n̶g̶ 'interrogating' someone and suddenly Leech calling them with that silly ringtone 😆
That’s exactly how I imagined it xD
The room smells like copper and fear. Luz circles their target. Some low-level informant who thought skimming off the top was a good idea. A lit cigarette dangling between two fingers.
“Now,” Luz says pleasantly, crouching to eye level with the bound, bloodied man. “Let’s try this again. Who told you my shipment routes.”
“I don’t—I swear I don’t—”
“Wrong answer.” Luz presses the cigarette closer to his exposed forearm. Close enough he can feel the heat—
And then the ringtone hits. Loud. Unmistakable. Whitney Houston’s voice soaring through the room. ‘I Will Always Love You.’
Luz freezes mid-motion.
The informant freezes too, tears and blood and confusion all fighting for space on his face.
“…Is that—”
“Shut up.” Luz straightens immediately. All menace evaporating, already fishing the phone from their pocket with enthusiasm. The screen lights up — My Leech 🖤 — and their whole face changes.
“One moment,” Luz tells the informant, entirely too cheerful, before answering. Putting you on speaker. “Amore!”
“Hey! I made pasta, are you home soon?”
“For you, love, always.” Luz’s voice has gone soft. Warm. Nothing like the person who was two seconds from branding a man’s arm. Wanders a few steps away. Cigarette forgotten between their fingers. Completely ignoring the informant sobbing quietly in the background. “What kind of pasta? If it’s with the creamy sauce I’m coming home early.”
“It’s the creamy sauce.”
“Oh, wow.” Luz sighs happily. Can’t contain the smile lighting up their whole face. “You’re too good to me.”
Neo, standing guard by the door, doesn’t even blink. Has seen this exact scenario play out four times this month alone.
The informant, tied to the chair, watches in absolute bewilderment as the person who was about to torture him coos into a phone about pasta.
“I have to wrap something up here,” Luz continues, glancing back at their captive with a newfound hatred like they’d genuinely forgotten he existed for a second. “Give me twenty minutes?”
“Sure!”
“I love you. See you soon.” Luz coos. Hangs up. Turns back to the room.
The transition back is instant and horrifying. All the softness drains out of Luz’s expression like a switch flipped.
“Now,” Luz says. Cigarette lifting again. Taking a drag. Voice dropping right back into that pleasant, terrifying calm. “Where were we?”
“P-please—”
“Twenty minutes,” Luz reminds them, almost apologetic about the time constraint. “I want to be home for dinner on time. Let’s be quick about this, shall we?”
how would the RO`s(+poly) react to reading an article about their and MCs relationship (not written by the MC).
maybe while MC is also present?
also: what headlines would cause the respective reactions of the RO`s?
thank you for your answers.
Ohh I love that question! I’m going for the topic: mean and scandalous✨
Ace: Headline: “CRD’s Poster Girl/Boy Playing Dirty: Decorated Agent Caught Trading Confidential Intel For Pillow Talk With The Leech Reporter” Ace scrolls through the article on their phone at the CRD office. Other agents pretending not to watch. You’re sitting across from them. Stomach already sinking.
“‘Trading confidential intel for pillow talk’—” Ace’s thumb stops scrolling. Sets the phone face-down on the table hard enough that it smacks. “For this case I‘ve never leaked a single case detail to yuh. Not once.”
“Ace—”
“They quoted Sanchez.” Ace‘s jaw tightens. Finger drumming nervously on the table. “Sanchez. Who mi barely speak to outside briefings.” Drags both hands down their face slowly.
“It’s not even accurate,” they finally complain. Meeting your eyes. “Mi work is mi work. Yuh work is yuh work! Okay… mostly.”
Ace sighs defeatedly. Reaches across. Pulling your hand into theirs. Tension easing into something wry despite it all.
“Guess we’re Sordia’s worst kept secret now.” You try to joke lamely. Ace can’t help but agree.
Arden: Headline: “Death’s Partner: Is Sordia’s Ice-Cold Leech Sleeping Their Way Into Covering Up Inconvenient Autopsies?”
Arden reads it once. Silently. One finger tapping the screen slowly.
“‘Sleeping their way into covering up autopsies.’” Flat. Unimpressed. “I’ve never altered a report in my life. Not once. Not for anyone.”
“Arden, that’s not really the part that—”
“And this photo.” Turns the phone toward you. Tapping the image. “My posture looks terrible here.”
You stare at them. “You’re not upset about the accusation?”
Arden pauses, studying your expression more carefully now, something shifting as they finally register what you’re actually asking. “Should I be? It’s poorly researched, badly sourced, and the photo’s mislabeled. Articles like that don’t really face me.” Then, quieter, noticing the tension in your shoulders: “You’re upset.”
“A little.” You sigh reluctantly.
“Then I’m upset too.” Thumb brushing your knuckles once. “By association.”
E: Headline: “Han Family Disgrace: Heir Apparent Caught Slumming It With the Leech Reporter — Sources Say The Board Is Already Circling”
E reads the article in silence that stretches too long. Doesn’t slam anything. Sets the tablet down with unnerving calm.
“I knew this would happen eventually,” E hisses annoyed. “I simply hoped for more time.”
“E—” You try to calm them down.
“‘Insiders question my judgment.’” Voice dangerously calm. “Which insiders.”
“E—” You try again. But you know it’s useless when they’re like that.
“I want names.” Already pulling up their phone. “This is defamation. Actionable. I’m calling legal. They used a photo from the gala. Someone on my security team leaked this.” E’s typing rapid-fire messages. Expression now murderous. “This ends today.”
“I will destroy every source. Every name attached to this piece of —.” You watch them dismantle someone’s career via text message when suddenly their phone buzzes. It’s the first time E stops. Glances at the screen. Goes very still. “My mother.” Shit.
E answers immediately. Listens. You only hear a single clipped “Yes, Mother,” then E hangs up. They turn to you slowly. Expression unreadable.
“She wants us both at the house. Tonight.” Sets the phone down. “Wear something appropriate. She’ll tear us apart.”
Luz: Headline: “Sordia’s Butcher Gone Soft? Has Luz Finally Found Someone Worth Keeping Around That Is As Bad As Them?”
Luz reads the article with visible amuses. Occasionally reading lines aloud in a dramatic voice. “‘Sources describe the relationship as intense, possessive, and frankly terrifying.’” Grins at you. “They’re not wrong.”
“Luz, this is supposed to be bad publicity—” You groan. Hating this whole situation you’ve been placed in.
“Tesoro, there’s no such thing as bad publicity in my line of work.” Keeps scrolling. Thumb pausing on a photo. “Oh, this is a good photo of me. I should frame this.”
“You’re missing the point.” You complain.
“Am I?” Sets the tablet down. Reaching over to brush your cheek with their thump. Expression turning almost soft. “They called you ‘the only person who’s tamed Sordia’s most feared crime lord.’” Pulls you into their lap. “I quite like that title on you.”
“That’s not a compliment to me, that’s terrifying—”
“It’s accurate though.” Kisses your forehead. “Should I have Neo track down the journalist? Send flowers? I can’t decide if this deserves a thank you or a warning.”
Ace/Arden/MC: Headline: “Two-Timing The Law: Reporter Caught Bouncing Between A CRD Agent AND The Mysterious Underground Doctor — Is Anyone Actually Investigating Crime Anymore?”
Ace reads it out loud at the kitchen table. Voice climbing with every line. Arden reads over their shoulder. Arms crossed. Expression flat.
“‘Bouncing between’—” Ace sets the phone down hard. “That makes it sound like yuh playing games with us.”
“At least attempt a clever headline,” Arden mutters, tapping the screen in disapproval. “This is beneath even tabloid standards.”
“That’s yuh takeaway? The writing?” Ace turns to stare at them flabbergasted.
“‘Is anyone investigating crime anymore’ implies I’m incompetent at my job. That’s factually insulting.” Ace groans.
“I’m more upset they’re calling me a two-timer,” you cut in. Arms folding as you lean against the counter. “Like I’m hiding either of you from the other.”
Both turn to you at once.
“That part’s inaccurate too,” Arden says immediately. Pulling you reassuringly against their side.
“Least it’s not just your name in the headline for once,” Ace mutters to you. Leaning their head against your shoulder.
“Give it time,” Arden replies dryly. Arms coming around you both.
E/Luz/MC: Headline: “Sharing Isn’t Caring: Han Heir and Crime Lord Locked In Twisted Custody Battle Over The Same Reporter — Which Monster Wins?” E reads it with barely contained fury. Luz reads it with barely contained glee.
“This is defamatory,” E snaps.
“This is fun,” Luz says simultaneously. Already saving screenshots.
“‘Han Heir and Crime Lord Locked in Twisted Custody Battle Over the Same Reporter’— we should get that put on something. A mug perhaps.” Luz snickers. Their red eye glowing strangely.
“Do not encourage this.” E hisses. Already furiously typing something into their phone.
“I’m not encouraging it, I’m enjoying it.” Luz turns the tablet toward you. “Look, they even got a decent photo of the three of us at the gala.”
“I’m calling legal.” E hisses sharply.
“You’re always calling legal.” Luz waves a hand dismissively. “Let the people have their scandal. It’s good for business. Fear and gossip go hand in hand in my line of work.”
E looks like they might actually combust. “It’s bad for my business.”
“Which monster wins, they ask,” you cut in. Stepping between them and grabbing E’s wrist before they hit call. “Neither of you, apparently, since you’re both about to give me a headache.”
Both stop. Look at you.
“Then let me handle the journalist,” Luz offers pleasantly. “I have creative solutions.”
“That’s worse, Luz—” Your headache only continues to grow.
How would the sleepy ROs (in a relationship with mc) react to mc pranking them by saying “Babe wake up. My boyfriend/girlfriend is coming. You need to hide💀”
For scenarios/reactions, I think I will answer all from now on under the cut. They’re getting sometimes so long and I have decided to add spaces between the sentences for better readability (also thinking of adding some designed cuts for each RO section)🖤
Ace: “Babe wake up. My girlfriend/boyfriend is coming—”
Instincts kick in before their brain does. Ace rolls off the bed and underneath it in one smooth motion. Full CRD agent mode. Silence.
Then slowly, one hand appears on the mattress edge. Then their head. Blinking sleepily at the ceiling.
“…Wait.” Their eyes slide to you. To your grin. Something clicks.
“WAIT A MINUTE—” Crawls back out, pointing directly at your face.
“Yuh just— Mi rolled under the bed—”
“You were so fast—” you wheeze.
“That’s not funny.” It’s very funny. Before you can reply they grab you before you can scramble away. Fingers finding your sides immediately.
“Ace— Stop—” you shriek, twisting uselessly.
“Tickle attack.” Pins you down with a grin. Completely merciless. “This is what happens. This is the consequence of yuh actions.”
“I’M SORRY—” you gasp between laughing.
“No yuh not!” They’re laughing too now, breathless. “Say it properly!”
“OKAY OKAY I’M SORRY—”
Only stops when you’re completely out of breath. Then pulls you close. Still grinning. “Yuh terrible person,” they murmur. Kissing your forehead anyway.
Arden: Light sleeper. Eyes open the second you move.
“My Love.” You lean over them. “My girlfriend/boyfriend is coming. Hide.”
Arden stares up at you with grey eyes that haven’t fully focused yet. “…What.” Sits up slowly, looking around the room like they’re searching for something.
“My girlfriend/boyfriend—”
“You don’t make sense.” Their hand comes up to check your forehead, completely serious. “Did you hit your head?”
“I’m serious—” You try to protest.
“I’m your girlfriend/boyfriend.” Arden gets worried. Eyes narrowing.
“What girlfriend/boyfriend. This makes no sense.” Sits fully upright now. Studying your face with concern. “Are you sleepwalking? Are you hallucinating?”
Completely misses the prank. Entirely. Is now concerned about your health.
“Lie back down.” Pushes you gently against the pillow. Pulling the blanket over you. “I’m getting the first aid kit.”
E: You shake E’s shoulder carefully. “Babe. My girlfriend/boyfriend is coming. You need to hide.”
One golden eye opens. Fixes on you. Unblinking. Then their hand emerges from the blanket. Reaches up slowly. Flicks your forehead.
“Ow—”
“No.” The hand disappears back under the blanket. The eye closes.
“You don’t have a girlfriend/boyfriend.”
“But—”
“You don’t.” Their voice is rough with sleep but absolutely certain. “And if you continue this—” the blanket pulls up slightly, “—you’re sleeping on the couch.”
“E, I’m serious—”
“So am I.” The blanket pulls up completely over their head. Muffling their voice. A warning in it. “Say one more word and it’s the floor. Not even the couch. The floor.”
You open your mouth anyway.
Their hand shoots out suddenly. Grabs your wrist. Yanks you under the blanket with them in one smooth motion. Warm. Dark. E’s arms wrap around you with surprising firmness.
That shuts you up immediately. E never cuddles. Never initiates this. You stay very still. Aware how rare this moment is. Their warmth seeping into you.
“Sleep,” E mutters against you.
Luz: You shake them awake. “Babe. My girlfriend/boyfriend is coming. You need to hide.”
They turn towards you. Eyes fixing on you immediately. “Really?”
“I’m serious—”
“No you’re not.” They close their eyes again. “You don’t have another girlfriend/boyfriend.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I’d already know about them.” A lazy smile spreads without them opening their eyes. “And they’d know better than to come here.”
Their arm hooks around your waist before you can react, pulling you down with lazy but iron-firm grip.
“Luz I’m serious—” you protest against their chest.
“No you’re not.” Their other hand tilts your chin up. That slow sharp smile spreading. Suddenly not sleepy at all. “But since you want to play games at this hour…”
“Let me remind you—” lips finding your neck, “—exactly who your girlfriend/boyfriend is.“
Proceeds to make you completely forget what the prank even was.
How would the ro react to the mc who is completely oblivious to flirtations and dating the ROs, come to them with 5 drinks in their hands saying "people are so generous they keep giving me drinks for free" 😂
Ace: You walk up with five drinks. "Look! People keep buying me drinks! Everyone's so nice!" Ace grins. "Oh really? Free drinks?" Teasing. "Maybe we should hit up another bar after this. Yuh could get us a whole night's worth!" You laugh. "Right?" Ace's smile turns slightly protective. "Baby... yuh know they were flirting with yuh, right?" "What? No—" "Yeah. Definitely." Pulls you close. "But hey, I’m not mad. Just means I get to show everyone yuh already taken." Kisses you softly. "Though maybe next time, let mi screen the free drinks first, yeah?"
Arden: You approach with multiple drinks. "People are so generous!" Arden stares. "You took drinks from strangers." "They offered!" "Do you have anny idea what could be in those?" Voice sharp. "Rohypnol. GHB. Any number of sedatives." You pause. "I... didn't think—" "Clearly." Takes all the drinks away. "Never accept unsealed drinks from people you don't know. Basic safety protocol." Lecture mode fully activated. "And they weren't being generous. They were—" Pauses. Realizes something because of the movie you watched yesterday. "Wait. Were they flirting with you?" You shrug. Arden's eye twitches. Continues safety lecture with renewed intensity.
E: You walk up holding five drinks. "Everyone's so nice—" E stands immediately. Takes every single drink from your hands. Walks directly to the trash. Dumps all of them. "What—" E returns. Grabs your face. Kisses you in full view of the entire bar. Public. Possessive. Completely out of character for image-conscious E. Pulls back. "Are you stupid? You're mine. They need to understand that and apparently you too." Voice low and furious. "Don't accept anything from anyone but me ever again." The rare public claiming says everything about how annoyed E felt.
Luz: You approach with drinks. "Look how generous—" Luz's eyes gleam with amusement. "Wow, you got the jackpot!" "Right? People are so nice!" "Mmm. Let's enjoy these together, shall we?" Starts drinking them with you, completely relaxed. Later, you excuse yourself to the bathroom. The moment you're gone, Luz's smile turns sharp. Walks over to one of the people who bought you drinks. Slams their head onto the table. Hard. "Let's be clear." Voice pleasant but deadly. "That person belongs to me. You approach them again, you lose more than your dignity." Returns to your table before you come back with new drinks, smile warm and welcoming like nothing happened.
how would the ROs react to smol mc (like 5'6 or below) walking around their apt wearing just the ROs tshirt or clothes - can be nsfw or sfw
Ace: Walks into the living room. Stops dead. You're making coffee in just their CRD academy t-shirt. It hits mid-thigh on you. Way too big. Sleeves past your elbows. "Baby..." Voice goes soft with something warm and possessive. "Yuh wearing mi shirt." "It's comfortable." You shrug, reaching for a mug. The shirt rides up slightly, exposing more thigh. Ace crosses the room in three steps. Wraps arms around you from behind, chin resting on your head. "You look so good in my clothes. Too good, actually." Hands sliding under the hem, warm palms against bare skin. "Mi favorite shirt never looked this perfect." You lean back into them. "Coffee first?" "Coffee can wait." Ace turns you around, lifting you onto the counter. "This can't." The coffee gets forgotten for a long while.
Arden: Comes out of the bathroom. Freezes mid-step. You're curled on their couch in their oversized turtleneck sweater and nothing else, reading like this is completely normal. "That's my sweater." Flat statement. "You weren't using it." Don't look up from your book. "I was." Pause. "It's my favorite." "Well, it's comfy." You turn a page casually. Arden stares. The sweater absolutely swallows your smaller frame. Hem covering everything important but just barely. They can see the curve of your legs tucked beneath you. "...You can keep wearing it." Sits beside you, closer than strictly necessary. "For now." Hand rests on your bare thigh. Cold. "Just for now." But they don't ask for it back.
E: Walks into their pristine kitchen. Goes completely still. You're raiding their fridge wearing one of their expensive dress shirts. Just the shirt. Buttoned wrong. Collar hanging open. Hem barely covering you as you bend slightly to peer inside. "What are you doing." Voice controlled but strained. "Getting water?" You turn. Bottle in hand. Completely unbothered. E's eyes track over you slowly. The too-big shirt drowning your smaller frame. Your bare legs. The way it hangs off one shoulder exposing skin. "That's a thousand-dollar shirt." "It's soft." You take a sip of water. "You're getting it wrinkled." But E's already moving closer, hands finding your waist. "And you look..." Stops. Lifts you onto the counter instead in one smooth motion. Steps between your legs. "Devourable."
Luz: Finds you dancing in their living room, wearing just their silk shirt that's comically oversized on your smaller frame. Leans against the doorway with a widening grin. "Well well. What do we have here?" You spin, startled. The shirt flares slightly, exposing more thigh. "Your shirt is comfortable!" "Oh, I can see that." Luz's eyes travel appreciatively over you. How the shirt hangs loose and unbuttoned enough to be tantalizing. How much leg is visible. How the sleeves keep slipping off your shoulders. "You wear it much better than I ever could." Crosses to you in smooth strides. "In fact, I insist you never give it back." Hands slide up your bare thighs under the hem. Warm. "Actually, I insist you wear nothing but my clothes from now on." Pulls you flush against them. "Starting right now."
ROs reaction when drunk leech doesn’t recognize them and goes “Fuck off I have a boyfriend/girlfriend” when said boyfriend/girlfriend is the RO☠️ 🥀
Ace: You squint at them. "Fuck off. I have a boyfriend/girlfriend." Ace blinks. Then starts laughing. "Baby, it's me. Ace. Yuh boyfriend/girlfriend." You're still suspicious. "Prove it." "Okay, okay." Pulls out phone. Shows pictures of them together. "See?" You stare. "...Oh." Then wraps around Ace. "My Ace!" "Yes, yuh Ace." Grinning. "Let's get yuh home."
Arden: You: "Fuck off. I have a boyfriend/girlfriend." Arden just stares. "I AM your boyfriend/girlfriend, idiot." You: "Nuh uh. They're prettier/handsomer than you." "...What." Offended despite themselves. You: "And nicer!" Arden annoyed: "I'm literally right here. You're drunk. We're going home." Drags you home if you like it or not but pleased you're loyal even wasted.
E: You: "Fuck off. I have a boyfriend/girlfriend." E pauses. "I'm aware. I'm them." You: "Liar. My E wouldn't be here. They're busy." E torn between irritation and smugness. "You're refusing other people even when you don't recognize me?" You: "Obviously. I love them." E's expression becomes proud. "Come here. I will reward you at home."
Luz: You: "Fuck off. I have a boyfriend/girlfriend." Luz grins delightedly. Pays for the next rounds of drinks "Oh? Tell me about them." Starts video recording you, gushing about them. After a while: "Fascinating. I'm them, amore." You squint. "...Prove it." Luz kisses you. "Believe me now?"
Dreamy how the ros would react to seeing the world are gray, black and white but not any colour until they met their soulmate and one day when they see mc the world start to wrap in colours. (This is pre start of game, let's say Luz seeing a photo of mc given by Maud or E during her family incident with mc)
Ace: Lives in grayscale. Always has. Accepted it. Meets you at school. Looks at you. Color floods in. Vibrant. Overwhelming. "Oh what the fu—." Stumbles back. You’re... you’re... Stares. Can't look away. The world is bright. "Yuh..." Can't finish. You are their soulmate. Complications everywhere. But the colors are so beautiful. Absolutely does not know how to handle this. The only instance where Ace would get that this connection is special. They’d definitely call their sisters for some ideas of how to approach you.
Arden: World has always been monochrome. Fine. Whatever. Meets you through Luz or at the clinic. Glances at you. Color explodes. Red blood. Living skin tones. Not the gray-black of death. Arden freezes completely. "What." Looks around. Everything is color. Looks back at you. "No." Denial. "This isn't— I don't—" Tries to rationalize it medically. Can't. You are their soulmate. Will do the only logical thing in this situation: walks up to you. “Hello apparently we’re soulmates. Follow me to my clinic, I need to do some tests.”
E: Grayscale world. Proof that destiny doesn't matter. Only control does. Sees you for the first time as they plan to rip you to shreds because of your article. Just another obstacle in their way that they need to dispose of. Then… color. Gold. Red. Everything. E goes completely still. This can't be happening. You’re... human. No Bloodborn. Not worthy. But the colors are undeniable. "No." Refuses to accept it. "This means nothing." But can't stop staring at you. At the colors you brought. Internally seething. This could ruin everything for them.
Luz: Black and white world. Romantic, really. Waiting for that spark. Maud shows them a photo of her sibling. "This is—" Color bursts from the photo. Luz drops it. "What—" Stares at the photo on the ground. Full color. Picks it up with shaking hands. Your face. In color. "Oh..." Whispers to the photo. Their surprised expression quickly turning into a predatory smile "There you are." Immediately obsessed. Must meet you. Their soulmate. Maud: "Whoa why are you looking at my sibling like that?" Luz’s eyes are gleaming: "Bring them to me. Now."
Hello! How would the ROs react to an MC who for some reason, either accidentally or circumstances called for it, refers to the RO as their spouse? Or it could be referring to them as their partner before they’re dating if you prefer!
I think crushing stage is funnier xD
Ace: You're talking to someone at the CRD office. "Oh, my partner Ace can help with that—" The words slip out naturally. Too naturally. Ace turns around. "Hmm? Yuh need something?" The other person looks between you. "Your partner?" "Yeah, we work together all the time!" Ace grins, completely missing the implication. "Best partners in the field!" You try to clarify: "I meant work partner—" "Of course! What else would yuh mean?" Ace laughs warmly, slinging an arm around your shoulders in that friendly way they always do. "We make a good team, yeah?" Completely. Utterly. Oblivious. Later you overhear them telling someone: "Yeah, me and my partner handled that case! We work real good together!" Still. No. Clue. I can see MC just bashing their head into the wall repeatedly because of frustration 😂
Arden: You're at the clinic. Someone asks about a patient and you say: "My partner Arden is handling that case—" Arden's head snaps up from across the room. "What." "I meant— you're handling the case—" "You said partner." Arden walks over, staring at you. "We're not dating." "I know! I meant medical partner. Colleague." Long pause. Arden's analyzing your face. "We don't work together officially. I'm not your colleague." "I just meant—" "Why would you call me your partner." Genuine confusion. You're dying inside. "It was a slip of the tongue!" "Medically improbable. Slips reveal subconscious patterns." Still staring. "Arden, please—" "Fine." Turns back to work. "But we're not partners. Clarify that next time." Later, alone, Arden googles: what does it mean when someone calls you their partner
E: You're in a meeting at Han Tower. Someone asks about a detail and you respond: "My partner E can answer that—" The room goes silent. E's golden eyes snap to you. Expression unreadable. "Your what." Voice cold. "I meant— business partner— colleague—" You're scrambling. "We are not partners." E's tone is ice. "We have a professional working relationship. Nothing more." The dismissal stings. "Right. Sorry. Poor word choice." E doesn't look at you for the rest of the meeting. Later, in their private office, E sits alone. Jaw clenched. "Partner." Repeats the word quietly. Hates how much they liked hearing it. Hates that you corrected it. Pulls up your file. Stares at your photo. "This is unacceptable." But doesn't close the file.
Luz: You're at Rogue. Someone asks who you're waiting for: "Oh, my partner Luz—" The words are barely out before Luz appears at your elbow. "Partner?" That sharp smile. "Why yes, I AM!" You freeze. "I didn't mean—" "Don't take it back now." Luz's arm slides around your waist possessively. "You said it. Everyone heard it." "It was an accident—" "Was it though?" Heterochromatic eyes gleaming with amusement. "Subconscious desires have a way of slipping out." "Luz—" "I quite like the sound of it. 'My partner Luz.'" Grins wickedly. "Has a nice ring, doesn't it?" You're mortified. The person you were talking to has already left. "We're not actually—" "Not YET." Luz leans close, whispers: "But you're thinking about it now, aren't you?" Leaves you flustered and speechless. Later, Luz tells EVERYONE: "Did you know? They called me their partner today. Isn't that precious?"
