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[likcthestar]

continued from here with @saburaito

"We were s-supposed to meet at a hotel." With a phone, she could have found directions and hacked into the hotel's site while she was at it. Without one, she feels like a waterlogged kitten.

It occurs to her, huddled against this stranger, that she has made the umbrella basically useless for him. Guilt pangs at her heart. If they could just-- there. A little dessert shop or bakery of some kind. Cress grasps at the edge of the man's sleeve, not wanting to touch him too much and ruin his coat, and points it out.

She gasps once they're inside. Even in her shivering state, the pastel decor charms her immediately. And, more importantly, it's warm.

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light and dark || closed.

|| @radxrand

footsteps. god fucking dammit. valentina thoroughly tried to clean the blood from her hands, and the wounds from her face and neck, the sound of others approaching making her come down from her psychotic high, back into reality. “shit, shit, shit,” she murmured, guilt in her tone as she tear a piece of cloth from her long t-shirt, to clean her hands and as much as she could before throwing it away. an unfairly handsome stranger, she could tell.

instead of talking, her introvert side kicked in and val casually looked down, hands fiddling with themselves and back leaning against a wall.

[likcthestar]

"how's the weather down there?" 🙂‍↕️

Cress puff her cheeks out in displeasure, furrowing her brow. “Good morning, Mr. Quill.” First Jacin won’t stop calling her shortcake, now this. If it weren’t so rude, she’d be telling him off for such a greeting.

Unfortunately, it would be rude, and Cress is deathly afraid of confrontation. So instead she pouts and changes the subject. “I have new data on the possibility of super-efficient weapons charging in combination with a ship’s engine, if you’d like to hear it.”

[likcthestar]

continued from here with @frogcase

Too much? All the fear from the situation is pushed aside. Well, maybe not all of it, but certainly enough to let Cress be indignant about the comment.

"I'm not a child," She says, but Pocket is already moving away. Cress follows behind. She is not some useless--

Something crashes into the wall next to her, and she squeaks, covering her head with her arms. It's just not fair. If the problem involves technology, surely she should be involved, of all people.

[likcthestar]

*pets her head tbh bc she's smol*

Cress blinks owlishly and turns her head toward him. She finds only a grin. It doesn’t help her confusion much. Certainly she’s made a habit of playing with her hair when she’s nervous, but she’s never encountered anyone else who wants to play with it.

“Was there something in my hair?” She asks, running her fingers through it to look for the offending feature.

[likcthestar]

@likediamonds

“Ready?” Cress didn’t actually give the stranger much time to prepare before the lights went out, but she did grab their hand to guide them. Some alarm went off in the distance, but she had disabled everything in this wing. There was only light enough to see vague shapes once their eyes adjusted.

“Staircase.” A door to their left was shoved open. Light streamed in, revealing a fire escape. Cress looked back, grinning (partly in pride, admittedly), and paused. The look fell. “Sorry. I was-- sorry. Are you okay?”

[likcthestar]

@titanslayer

“Sorry I snapped at you.” Cress sighed and shifted her feet around a few times. “I think we were both… mad for good reasons. But it wasn’t okay to take it out on you like that.  And I’m sorry I kind of– cornered you. I was frustrated because it’s, uh, kind of a pattern? Not just in you, but in people around me, and it’s hard to look at someone and know they don’t want your help. It wasn’t okay for me to come after you like that.”

[likcthestar]

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“You are very kind to worry about me, but I really am okay. I’ve been cleared to walk and everything. I’ve only had like a thousand people look me over.”