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Knowing full well CZ probably wasn't paying attention fluorite blew a kiss and waved with her propped up hand.
She just continued to storm off, and by now she was probably pissed enough to snap someone’s neck if they even looked at her funny.
Chuckling as she watched CZ jump up Fluorite leaned more firmly on her propped hand. "You really can't help yourself can you? No matter what you do"
Looking like she was about to burst, she stood up on her tip-toes and held her breath-- then exhaled.
She then walked away, muttering something about how she needed to find those damn vials and why the fuck someone would steal a bunch of gem polish anyway.
"I know, I didn't say I didn't believe you..." Trailing off she folded one arm across her body so her other arm could prop on it. Tilting her head to the side the smile softened. "You're rather cute when you're put on the spot"
Suddenly indignant, she jumped up and became irritable in an instant, like those novelty jumping beans once you take them out of the pouch. Or-- okay, that metaphor was terrible. You’ll get it, though.
“I AM NOT CUTE,” she said, angrily (and rather adorably).
Still a nose length apart a cold smile spread across her lips. "Oh I'd certainly hope to trust you Cubic. After all you are a very effective security guard. So good in fact you'll find those tubs. Won't you?" Clearly enjoying herself under the calm exterior she purposely breathed a quiet sigh before standing back upright.
“NO REALLY I DIDN’T STEAL THEM” she blurted out, as if it were embarrassing to admit, “I WAS HERE AT MY POST ALL DAY, CHECK THE CAMERAS IF YOU WANT”
She then buckled over and curled into an embarrassed ball. Looks like she couldn’t handle the emotional strain.
“it was a jooooo-hohohoooooke” she whimpered.
Leaning slowly in forward Fluorite shifted her head slightly to the side. "I should hope it isn't. You'd get a very poor price for it."
Trying not to shake violently with nervousness, and failing quite horribly, CZ’s voice wavered. It trembled like a fall leaf during a particularly strong wind, or some other metaphor like that; that’s the best metaphor one could use in this situation, though, so forget what I just said about the other metaphors.
“Y-- YEAH. A--An’ I’ll have you know that I haven’t committed any recent intergalactically recognized crimes since I got here, so I think you can trust me.”
"Cubic, do you know where all four tubs of gem polish has disappeared to?"
“No, ma’am, I don’t know.”
“It’s certainly not in the cargo hold of my ship, ready to be sold to the black market, or anything.”
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