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God damn how could a woman be so attractive? Looks were one thing, but the directness, the skill, and the keen sense of self was married into a concept--and person--that he could definitely find himself falling for.

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“Oh-everything is chemicals when you break it down!” Miu exclaimed through a mouthful of egg, her arm having been waving with excitement as she chewed just enough to get the words out. “Emotions, metals, some guy’s nut in a tissue in a trash can-just ‘cause I don’t fuck with beakers and liquids and shit most times, that doesn’t mean I can’t have a lab if I wanna call it that, right? God, if I called it a garage, you know how many car fuckers would show up to gawk or bother me with questions about shit? It’s already hard enough to be taken seriously as it is when I submit patents. Gotta convince them I’m not some fleshlight on a stick to make some crusty old dude’s work look more interesting, every fucking time.”

A quick flicker of irritation had her clicking her tongue, eyes rolling as she pushed another mouthful of egg in, chewing thoughtfully.

“O-Oh, but-you don’t have to come if you don’t wanna.” She normally wouldn’t have been so delicate in the composition of her remark, but, for some reason, even though she knew Hati seemed the type to be able to take her foul mouth, she didn’t want to unleash hell on him so early in the morning. Her irritation hadn’t been aimed at him, anyway, and yet-

“…Heh, at least not that way.”

-couldn’t resist.

True to his immaturity, he laughed at her explanation and leaned back against the counter, far more at ease. He’d wondered if it was something like that, and he wasn’t wrong one bit. People stuck to stereotypes and trends--a woman with more creative juice than half a dozen guys in a garage? Yeah, he could see it. Life loved surprises, and so did he.

Hati drew back, and it felt like the air had been sucked out of her lungs with his retreat.

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“With a big mouth like that, I bet ya can.” He’d be cheeky about it out of mocking her braggadocio, but he couldn’t keep the smirk off his face as he dug into his own plate. It’d be gone in half the time her’s was, even with her eating pretty damn fast too.

Hati’s smile faltered when she mentioned her ‘lab’. Horrible memories were beckoned by that simple, three-letter noun, and he turned away to toss the dishes in the sink so as to avoid making it that goddamn obvious. “Yeah, sure. I gotta ask though, ain’t it strange to call it a lab? Usually shit like chemicals and whatever is called by that but ya work on machines and shit, right?” Poorly worded, but he did his best to levy his confusion without drawing too much suspicion.

“Tch… See, that’s somethin’ that definitely ain’t the same as back home for me. Everyone wants everythin’ done for ‘em and if it ain’t exactly what they want, they bitch–I guess the bitchin’ part is the same. But this damned thing of ‘do it all’ is bullshit. We knew nobody was gonna save us or do everything for us. We had to do it ourselves.” His hand rose and ruffled Fleur’s hair. “You do damned good, Fleur. I don’t know why they’re all like starving vultures, wanting more–but I see ya doin’ damned good. ‘cept maybe ya need to stop doin’ what people tell ya to do.”

It’s a hard pill to swallow. Being told you’re going to be something great, but the reality–and how you were always treated regardless–being anything but. It’s raw, and he hardly considered himself a sage on what to do with it all. Fuck, most his own life was a series of mistakes.

“Even if I gave ya advice on that, it ain’t like I’ve got my shit figured out. Argh, fuck it, I’ll give what I can.” Another sigh hefted from him and he slouched forward, elbows resting on his knees as his eyelight fixed on Fleur from a side glance.

His forehead crinkled, browbones furrowing as he looked down at the smaller male. It didn’t take much to guess as to why he was asking that–the assumption was the vortex of… existence Fleur resided in.

But his soul knew only one answer for this–the only one, as someone unaffected by the corrupted code, could give.

Miu seated herself quickly (a little too quickly; her sore thighs keened in protest) and blinked up at him quickly before her mouth twisted into a mirthful trill of laughter at his anecdote.

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He barked out a laugh, unrestrained as she spoke so raunchy--and freely. It really was refreshing to have that around. It may be low hanging fruit as far as humor went, but he enjoyed no-holds-barred type of just saying whatever the fuck was on a person’s mind.

The wolf leaned in close, sharing the same air she exhaled. Her nervousness, her false bravado... He could smell it all, see it all; her cracked core seeped out in ways she definitely seemed to realize. Her vulnerability wasn’t lost on her--he could see that in how her body moved, ever so miniscule, to protect itself.

And he could see how she refused to give to it. Even a rabbit could be fearsome with its own teeth and claws, and she actively fought.

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“And give me the pleasure of that Hot Dog pun? Not likely.”

“I wasn’t expecting that blunt of an answer dick munch. But sure lets go with that! Atleast I have a decent diet! Lord knows when you die its probably shooting out hot cheeto farts or something.”