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[mxthbladed-a]

"Hey, Char? Can I talk to you for a minute?" Vaggie asked, her voice soft in a way that clearly indicated she was nervous about the topic. Her wings were out and she was gently worrying the tip of one of her feathers with her fingers.

"It's not...urgent but it's just something that's been on my mind. If you're busy, I can wait."

@letsstaytuned

[diexbetruger-archived]

"You look a little lonely, Lieutenant. Perhaps you could use my company?~"

A wreath of smoke is dissipated by the frigid breath of First Lieutenant, who laughs at the sight of her approaching companion.

“Anyvone vould look lonely vhen left to zhemselves.”

A cigarette, slightly damaged by the edges of sharp fangs, bobs between dark lips as Zorin speaks. Tension notably leaves her posture as Rip draws near, shown in legs unfolding and arms going back to brace her against the surface of the crate she sits atop.

“How are you, Lieb?”

Zorin pats her thigh with a smirk that held a surprising lack of malicious intent. It was more playful than it was suggestive, which was certainly rare coming from one as aggressive as Zorin Blitz…

“Come sit vith me.”