#chaurora

It was a simple mission; they’d done countless variations of this before. A coven of witches attacking a dragon's hoard and Rory's team was sent to deal with it.

It was supposed to be a simple mission. The witches were supposed to have wands, not swords. They definitely weren’t supposed to be able to disarm Chase, and lunge for a kill strike.

Rory: Wow. She sounds stupid.

Chase: But she's not. She's actually really intuitive. Just not good at reading certain types of emotions.

Rory: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don’t know… “Hey! I like you!”

Chase: I guess you’re right. Hey Rory, I like you.

Rory: See! Just say that!

Chase: *swears in fae*

Rory: If that flies over her head then, sorry Chase, but she's too dense.

Chase: You get what I’m saying?

Lena: Oh, cool, when did you buy that?

Chase: [Mumbles]

Lena: What?

Chase: ... When we got stuck in that cave in Yellowstone

Lena:

Lena: You two weren't even... she didn't even like you at that point, not even a little bit

Chase: Nope.

Lena:

Rory: Please? For me?

Chase: Don’t do that.

Rory: What?

Chase: You think whenever you say “please, for me” that I’ll just do anything you want. Not this time!

Rory: Please, for me?

Rory: Wait! You can't just walk back unprotected!