“YOU JUST GOT...NAE NAE’D!”

The woman glared at the man, a mixture of confusion and exhaustion washed over her. Running her fingers through her hair she took a long and deep breath.

The man remains silent. Looking as if she had just said something completely hurtful. But she wasn’t wrong. It did sound completely ridiculous. Fingers run through curly locks before that goofy grin is back.

“Okay, fair…here’s another one. A joke. What’s the difference between ‘illegal’ and ‘illegal’?”

“That was a good one Mirage, keep those jokes up and some of us might even believe you to be funny one of these runs.” She smirked.

That smack, that smack on his shoulder? It fucking hurt. But he tried his best to keep those tears in the corner of his eyes from building up. This was a big strong woman in front of him. Her hands were like two boulders stacked up on even larger boulders called arms. Horrible way to describe them but she was strong.

Small distractions such as these were normally frowned upon, but then again. Feuer had a close attitude, and his presence on the team was becoming. Empty.

“Magic? Oh, yeah wanna see a trick? Hey, there’s something right—something right there on your ear. Cmere let me get it.”

The man reaches up, now on his tiptoes and reaches near her ear to reveal a quarter.

Perhaps now wasn’t the time to break his heart, considering the look of fulfillment on the mans expression.

Was he losing his cool? He was. He jumps around a bit to help him chill out. This wasn’t like him. Nothing scared him. He has no fear. He looks up at her...he has one fear.

The woman glared at the man, a mixture of confusion and exhaustion washed over her. Running her fingers through her hair she took a long and deep breath.

The man remains silent. Looking as if she had just said something completely hurtful. But she wasn’t wrong. It did sound completely ridiculous. Fingers run through curly locks before that goofy grin is back.

“Okay, fair…here’s another one. A joke. What’s the difference between ‘illegal’ and ‘illegal’?”

“That was a good one Mirage, keep those jokes up and some of us might even believe you to be funny one of these runs.” She smirked.

That smack, that smack on his shoulder? It fucking hurt. But he tried his best to keep those tears in the corner of his eyes from building up. This was a big strong woman in front of him. Her hands were like two boulders stacked up on even larger boulders called arms. Horrible way to describe them but she was strong.

Small distractions such as these were normally frowned upon, but then again. Feuer had a close attitude, and his presence on the team was becoming. Empty.

“Magic? Oh, yeah wanna see a trick? Hey, there’s something right—something right there on your ear. Cmere let me get it.”

The man reaches up, now on his tiptoes and reaches near her ear to reveal a quarter.

The woman glared at the man, a mixture of confusion and exhaustion washed over her. Running her fingers through her hair she took a long and deep breath.

The man remains silent. Looking as if she had just said something completely hurtful. But she wasn’t wrong. It did sound completely ridiculous. Fingers run through curly locks before that goofy grin is back.

“Okay, fair…here’s another one. A joke. What’s the difference between ‘illegal’ and ‘illegal’?”

“That was a good one Mirage, keep those jokes up and some of us might even believe you to be funny one of these runs.” She smirked.

That smack, that smack on his shoulder? It fucking hurt. But he tried his best to keep those tears in the corner of his eyes from building up. This was a big strong woman in front of him. Her hands were like two boulders stacked up on even larger boulders called arms. Horrible way to describe them but she was strong.

The woman glared at the man, a mixture of confusion and exhaustion washed over her. Running her fingers through her hair she took a long and deep breath.

The man remains silent. Looking as if she had just said something completely hurtful. But she wasn’t wrong. It did sound completely ridiculous. Fingers run through curly locks before that goofy grin is back.

“Okay, fair...here’s another one. A joke. What’s the difference between ‘illegal’ and ‘illegal’?”

Me:

Artwork of Rebecca, from Resident Evil.

“This new guy? I’m not feeling it.”