#9bcll

    So , he finds himself somewhere in the States within the heart of NYC , currently sitting in a couch with slight remorse because he hasn’t asked the owner. Well , he should be more guilty since he sneaked inside the home by breaking in without detection so far , but it’s necessary because he doesn’t want to be in a pointless chase scene.

    GALAHAD waits. 

“Oh, really?”

Cue Lou shooting Nine Ball a very interested look, taking the time to check her out at a slow pace. The hacker is by no mean unattractive, and while the proposal cames as a surprise, Lou doesn’t need time to think about the answer. It comes almost naturally out of her... or it will, after some teasing. whcih she can’t hold back either. 

             AT this point, Jupiter’s convinced she can’t look any worse. Her back’s pressed to the brick wall as her feet lay in the chair across from her, her silver laptop in her lap as she idly stirs her cold coffee laying on the table. The sun beats down on her exposed shoulders, her blonde hair sticking up from her early morning haste. Her head raises when she hears the sound of a chair scratching against the concrete ground, seeing a woman take the empty seat. She opens her mouth to speak, but shuts it after a few seconds when she can’t think of anything else to say. Finally, she nudges the pack of spearmint gum towards her. "Do you want a piece? FREE of charge."

「   msg  :    leslie   」     you’re incorrigible .「   msg  :    leslie   」     i’m at work i’m not sexting you .「   msg  :    leslie   」     besides who said i have anything dirty to say to you ?

Despite trying, Lou can’t help looking a teeny, tiny bit amused at the situation. Because yes, she knows Leslie Nine Ball is being serious, but the dress does scream something similar to... well, yes. Prostitute. She’s not judging the hacker for it, however— it’s just probably not appropriate for the event Nine Ball got them both invited to. And if they get noticed, they can’t borrow anything from it.