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    Noticing  the  mistletoe  above  them,  Felix  immediately  becomes  a  little  FLUSHED.   It  was  a  holiday  tradition  .  .  .   but  all  the  years  beforehand,  it  had  just  been  Felix  & the  Nicelanders.   The  most  he  got  were  a  few  pecks  on  the  cheek  by  Mary  &  some  of  the  other  citizens,  none  of  which  was  anything  really  that  new  or  special,  considering  how  each  level  ended.   Now  with  RALPH  here,  he  contemplates  on  whether  or  not  the  wrecker  was  even  aware  of  this  situation.

    ❝ Oh  ——  Ralph,  ol’  fella   .  .  .   we’re  under  a  — mistletoe.   You  see? ❞

“A what? Oh you mean this plant thing? I see it alright.” Ralph stared awkwardly at the mistletoe that was hanging just inches away from his face, “What, is there some kinda tradition attached to this plant thing or somethin’?” 

Ralph had never been invited to a Christmas party before and he felt so out of place, he didn’t know anything of traditions and frankly, it was kinda embarrassing.

Tamora: *immediate heart eyes*

“Felix!” Ralph yelled as his huge form was overrun with cybugs. He screamed as the cybugs started to tear into him. 

After several seconds of this, one of the cybugs began to change. It grew rapidly, its exoskeleton twisting into spikes and turning a dull red colour.

// GOD DAMNIT YOU 2 WHY THE FUCK DID YOU POST THESE TWO ASKS AT THE SAME FUCKING TIME

Reading:

"Are you always this straightforward with strangers ?  "

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❝Well, I suppose I am. I hate to beat around the bush with, literally, anyone, especially with strangers. Is that a problem? Maybe I'm coming off harsher than I wanted to. Oh man, that's not something I want to do.❞

As someone who has to work constantly with fixers, other info brokers, and hackers - or literally any criminals of similar occupations - Nova didn't seem to be on edge or distrusting. Perhaps a fatal flaw that will be the downfall for her at some point. Something she is aware of, though she'll never admit it until it is brought up in a conversation. The way she seemed a little panic right now, shifting her weight around or how she wanted to keep her voice from dropping down to a much, gentler tone yet she failed to do so.

it wasn't the first time she'd taken a rest in a place that was meant for trash. It just so happened that this said dumpster Cherri currently took residence in , was the prefect place to hide from the latest person that she'd pissed off. A plethora of complaints and noises of disgust come from her as she peels some garbage and wipes some residue off of her medical decoration and finally , she's on solid ground again.

it was expected she would have some eyes on her -- she didn't belong her anyway . . . .

" can I help ya with somethin? Ain't never seen someone climb outta a dumpster before? "

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