* WARM / HEARTED.

      ‘ ok so what’s the real reason ? ‘    connie pressed, trying to slide the bulky laptop back into it’s protective case ( that clearly never worked in the first place. ) she wasn’t great at detecting lies,   but if you stick around one person for long enough, you get pretty good at reading the subtext.   ‘ or is there something you don’t want me to see--- - some scandalous info hiding on there ? you can trust me with just about anything. ‘ 

sarah walker (chuck), roxxanne ‘lancelot’ morton (kingsman), joan watson (elementary), michelle simons (bionic woman), kate beckett (castle), alex parrish (quantico), hope van dyne (antman & wasp)

    ‘ spent too much time counting the seconds down as a kid ? ‘ connie lied, straight through her teeth, not that the real answer would be anymore believable.  ‘ or, maybe i’m a mutant with the power of being a working clock? ‘ the second one, obviously one of connie’s terrible jokes by how the end of her lips pulled up in a jovial smirk,  ‘ time management is just one of those things i’m good at.   it’s handy,   but it means i never have an excuse to be late.   ever. ‘

    ‘ god,   do you think those kids could just shut up for a second ? ‘   connie’s eye roll was aggressive, yet somehow laid back, apathetic the only way to describe the woman emotions.     moving closer to the only face in the crowd that she recognised, rosario // @offiicium , not really noticing or paying attention to how the other woman was acting in the situation.    ‘ these kids think that just because i did one thing for them one time,     i’m going to solve all their problems, like grow up and smell the coffee already -- am i right or yeah? ‘ 

  ‘ of course ;      ‘ connie hesitantly agreed,   ‘ anything you say can and will be held against you in the training room,     just so you’re aware,    but hey -- if you have any requests for this weeks takeout food so you don’t have to take somebody’s elses, you could just drop it in the whatsapp.’ 

     she’s trying to not burst into laughter,  the edges of tightlip smile pulling only slightly away from each other -- instead, trying to turn the humour into some weird,  half-baked form of anger.    ‘ duct tape.     your answer to my broken laptop is --- duct tape?      can’t i just, you know, borrow yours?'

       ‘ wait a minute  -- -  are you saying you’re the one who ate my leftovers last week ?     because if so,   if it wasn’t for the laws of the land --’

     ‘ right, princess -- i’ll put that in the next royal decree, ‘    she laughed off any confusion she felt,    even with a brain that was half a computer, she couldn’t read all levels of human speech, especially the subtext.  ‘ thanks --  she moved over, grabbing the wire before surveying the rest of the lab.   she would probably have to go raid the garage and nick the few remaining pieces from one of the scrap bikes,   but having far too much time to kill ( and so much curiosity that it could kill a cat ) she leaned over darwins’ shoulder to try and peer at his laptop screen. ‘ what’cha working on ? ‘ 

        ‘ your funeral. ‘ connie remarked,     she liked to try and downplay her competitive nature, because often she played with an unfair advantage. luckily,     the majority of her friends are enhanced in their own ways,   but still, built in aimbot made most drinking games an uneven playing field.     ‘ you’re gonna wake up sore, thoroughly bested, and with no memory of the night -- ‘   she attempted to play-flirt back,   but much like most of her, it came off somewhat robotic, rusty, and ill-practised.     standing up, she strode over to the dart board, pulling the metal from cork, and motioning to hand them over to ava       ‘ i’ll let the lady have the first shot.’ 

             honestly. connie didn’t know if alcohol was fun or not,      not because she couldn’t drink ( really, she drank too much ) but more that the effect was nothing more than the weird acidic taste in the back of her throat.         ‘   you know what’s also fun ? drinking with responsibility. ’  she moves the bottle off the table and out of site,   ‘  so let’s maybe slow down on the shots.’ 

        contrary to popular belief ;    robotic limbs weren’t cold or lifeless, but thrumming with the whir of mechanics, radiant heat akin to the sun shining through a window pane.    of course  ; her grip is tighter than usual as connie pulls coralie through the crowd of the club, weaving in and out of the bodies with an unspoken haste till she stopped at an emptier spot where the speakers couldn’t seem to reach;         ‘ sorry that --  sleaze was giving me the creeps, badly.      ‘ (  it was either put some space between them, or put her fist in his face -- and connie didn’t want to start another bar brawl. )  she let the silence lull, only know realising that she hadn’t let go of coralie’s hands.