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Selfie with the new bestie!!
something about connecticut
"oh my god, archie, you should've seen his freakin' face!" loud voice cracks with laughter, jenny passing the now just about finished bottle back to her partner in crime. legs swing as her body shifts, from energy and the buzz of alcohol alike. "he could barely even believe it, like, when you just walked off wit' all'a that? it looked like he'd been robbed by a GHOST or somet'in, priceless! then he was all, hey, did you just see that? an' i was like, nope, byeeee!" her laughter ripples again, buckling forwards to the edge of the van roof this time, but not enough to lose balance. and she keeps laughing, letting it trail off into little bursts of giggling... then silence. her fingers that cling to the roof had slid closer to the sniper's own hand during her wild motion, but she wasn't moving them back. instead, she's looking over at him, a smile still on her lips. "... what?" she can't help but ask. what was he looking at? ... how long had he been looking?
That lingering buzz of adrenaline from the initial on foot chase and subsequent car chase still hums through the huntsman, just enough to make the tips of gloved fingers tingle slightly. How those idiots thought they could catch these two was beyond him. From her speed and Archie's handling of the van, it was an easy job. Didn't mean it was any less fun. Somehow, these outings were a bit more lively when the Scout tagged along. There's some part of him that feels like he should analyze that feeling closer, but why ruin a good thing while they had it? An occational odd skip in his pulse was probably some side effect of the damn respawn and nothing else. Doesn't mean Jenny's laughter is any less contagious and has Archie chuckle right along with her as the last rays of sun warm up the roof of his van.
The sky was a blaze of colors, a painters pallet of scarlets, oranges, and pinks all bleeding down into a creeping indigo night. It all lit up the scout's face with a golden glow, which caught Archie by surprise when he noticed it. That constant drone of summertime insects blending with those fading giggles as the joke wears thin and awareness circles back around. Even with the slight tint from his sunglasses, he can make out the dusting of a blush on the highpoints of Jenny's cheeks. Its.... cute. Cute?
She caught him staring before the sniper could look away, a dingo with its foot in the snare. Sure, he could grumble something noncommital under his breath and simply look away, and yet he just continues to stare. Suddenly very keenly aware of their closeness and the proximity of hands, the sniper inches his gloved fingers closer in a simple test.
"Nothin, was just listenin' to you." He liked her laugh, Archie was suddenly becoming way too aware of how many things he liked about the scout, his mind immediately pulling the emergency breaks. He was not some soft hearted school boy for christ sake. They were both mercenaries. Coworkers at that! This was a side gig between friends who both liked to cause more than their fair share of trouble. The huntsman's feelings were nothing beyond friends. Or... at least that is what he told himself, that fraction of an inch lean forward meant absolutely nothing. He meant absolutely nothing to anyone, and that's how he preferred things.
god forbid a woman does anything. (<- about to break into a restricted secret area)
@notmedizin replied to your post “speaks french, english, german, dutch, hawaiian,...”:
Just like spy ❤️
@clrbox replied to your post “speaks french, english, german, dutch, hawaiian,...”:
and she even hates fun like spy
❝ the way i see it, I CAN HIRE CONTRACT KILLERS TO GET YOUR ASSES in different languages. ❞
❝ all men do is LIE. ❞
HER BITCH, huh.
@clrbox replied to your post “❝ WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME I MADE FUCKING NAPALM”:
miss you have to understand, everyone here is insane, and i genuinely thought you knew. -janitor
❝ AND YOU HAVE TO KNOW I'M THE ONLY SANE ONE HERE !! ❞
❝ I WOULDN'T MAKE THAT SHIT UNCONSCIOUSLY !!! ❞