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<3 eyebrow game: strong, pout game: stronger

pia-lexandra replied to your post: Fucking allergies are making me even g...

*passes rolled up dollar bill* You’re such a hottie. You look just like a 1920 screen siren/femme fatale. <3

emeraldkitten replied to your post: Fucking allergies are making me even g...

Regardless of allergies, you’re still looking bow-chicka-WOW-WOW!

Oh lmao, reading comprehension has failed me. *almost* In that case, I agree with Liddy! Be strong, you got this!

emeraldkitten replied to your post “Oops. I’m not even through my first drink so I can’t even blame it on...”

Close the tab and step away from the Facebook. You can do this. I believe in you.

Happy Birthday! Hope he has a fantastic day xoxo

So cute!

I love it!

<3

emeraldkitten replied to your post “I made myself a new icon.  I’m not sure how I feel about it.  ”

I like it! Nicely done.

Always listen to that little voice in your head (unless it tells you to start burning things). Take care and stay safe.

Thanks hun, I am seriously feeling guilty about it still. But on the other hand I am a big supporter of listening to that little voice. Generally it seems to know what it is talking about. I am going to see if the roads are any better for my afternoon client. Either way, I am taking it safe.

Carol hummed idly to herself as the technicians extracted her from the piloting suit and harness. Tara’s face was pink, and her eyes were bright with the adrenaline as she climbed out of the suit as well. She didn’t bother with words, just staring at Carol with big eyes and a crooked smile. They left the cockpit of the Delta Rose together, changing into more comfortable clothes and stepping out onto the Shatterdome floor.

“Pilots do get some choice in the design of their Jaegers,” Carol explained, mostly to break the bubbly quiet between them as they walked. “We leave the important stuff to the professionals, but we get some input on the aesthetic.”

“Uh huh,” Tara chirped, practically bouncing with every step.

Carol smiled at her contagious energy. “I’ve been with the Delta Rose for a few years now. I know her like the back of my hand. If you’ve got a few suggestions or things that you’d want to alter—“

“No, she’s perfect,” Tara stated with a smile. “I love it.”

Carol chuckled. “She’s in the middle of a paint request currently, so now is the time to make a suggestion.”

“The flower? Cherokee Rose, right?” Tara asked, shoving her hands in her pockets as they walked.

“Yup. I liked the white more than the red. It looked too much like blood,” she explained.

“Was that your idea or the mechanic’s?” Tara smirked.

Carol pursed her lips against a smile and tilted her head. “His idea, but I signed off on it.”

“And he’s applying the job personally?”

“Yup.” Carol hummed again, unable to place the tune rolling through her head.

“Uh huh.”

“Uh huh, what?”

“Uh huh, nothing. Just…maintenance workers don’t usually get personally involved in the aesthetic details of a Jaeger, do they?” Tara lifted an eyebrow.

“There is no ‘personally involved.’ He offered. There are crews that do the stencil work on the insignias and official symbols on the Jaegers,” Carol pointed out.

“Right.” Tara let the statement linger.

Carol snorted, shook her head, and kept walking, humming aloud without realizing it.

Each Jaeger had its own team of technicians and mechanics that specialized solely in that particular Jaeger, but each maintenance worker in the Shatterdome had to be at least acquainted with the machinery of all of the Jaegers that were deployed there. Carol couldn’t recall seeing a specified Jaeger insignia on Daryl Dixon’s uniform, but she could recall seeing him around various Jaegers. Maybe he was a clutch in a way too.

She chewed on the inside of her cheek as she continued to hum lightly.

There were a few open slots on the maintenance crew for the Delta Rose, and he had certainly been working on it enough to be practically on the crew anyway...She might see about making that a permanent assignment...He was good at his job, that was all. She wanted the best people working on the Rose. Handpicking part of the crew was, after all, one of the perks that Rangers were afforded.

“…and if you threw a party, invited everyone you knew…” Tara sang quietly, in harmony with the familiar tune that Carol had been humming.

Carol glanced sideways at her. Tara lifted her shoulders.

“I caught a marathon of the Golden Girls before coming to the Shatterdome. It helped take the edge off of my nerves. You must have caught some of it in the Drift.”

Carol bobbed her head. “Right…You would see the biggest gift would be from me,” she sang on now that she could name the tune.

Tara laughed and joined in as they sang together. “And the card attached would say: thank you for being a friend!”