#flighteer

@flighteer​.

“  yOu’Re nOt gOiNg tHe riGhtT wAy !  ”         she mimics him,   her tone rising and falling in exaggerated heights.         “  aish,   who do you think you are ?    so annoying.  ”         she continues walking in the direction she was already headed on,   absentmindedly twirling her gun between deft digits and then finally stumbling upon a dead - end just a few seconds after.    lips purse as she releases a huff of breath from her nose,   posture straightening as she turns back around and struts towards him.         “  that’s why i was just checking out our territory.    making sure we are going the right way.    i’m a good captain like that.  ”         she flashes him a grin,   completely avoiding the fact that she’d been wrong.         “  i think you should lead the way,   then.    i can take a step back,   watch how you do things.    i also like learning.    just as long as we go where the system says the jackpot is.  ”         

he  has  a  sudden,  vivid  image  of  himself  with  cartoon  hearts  swirling  around  his  head,  or  popping  out  of  his  eyes  in  some  bad  animation.  translated  to  realism,  he  can  only  hope  the  signs  of  somersaults  taking  place  behind  ribcage  stop  and  start  with  the  way  lips  quirk.  red  -  tint  to  cheeks  is  surely  expected  for  a  man  recently  aflame,  and  if  it  isn’t  because  of  that  at  all  it’s  no  one’s  business  but  his  own.    melodic  teasing  rolls  off  tongue,    ❛   maybe  it’s  ‘cause  you  called  me  baby,  baby.   ❜