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For an older woman, Gorin remains surprisingly nimble and strong. She plucks a jacket from the coat rack with one hand, tosses with a near grace towards Holtzmann and finds her perfectly tailored dress jacket to slip on. 

Doesn’t really say a word. She’s cryptic unless it’s specifically a project or helping a student. Honestly, the woman’s a walking contradiction. Always.

Dark eyes peer upwards, fingers reaching up to take off her glasses. Which, in itself, is such a rare occasion. 

        “Um,” the tip of her tongue is snaking past a set of pearly whites to poke out of the corner of a mouth as she pushes onto her tip-toes to peer around the corner. Her trusty wooden stake snug securely in the palm of hand, though it remained hidden behind the wall, leaving only half a bent torso and one leg visible. “Yo, this is a Sla— This is a private investigation, alright? The costume party’s the next house over.”

i’m still losing my mind over erin brushing her hair with a cat brush lmao

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3: Nose Kiss

It still amused the Mayor's assistant how often she found herself in the Ghostbusters' headquarters. More amusing was how well she managed to fit in there, after the respective apology for being an ass to them and actually learning how to work together.

So there she was. Another day sitting in a rusty chair listening to a crazy engineer named Jillian Holtzmann ramble about a new invention related to ghosts. She barely understood half of the words, but it's endearing how much passion the blonde put into her work. Then all of a sudden, the dance started.

"You're such a goof, Holtzmann," Jennifer laughed. A genuine gesture. She received a charming smile in return that made her cheeks burn and she felt the urge to put a hand over the stupidly handsome face in front of her.