#forgries

❝     so,      how far up on the list of hopefuls was i?      ❞        pounding breath escapes in sticatto measures,   preserving energy,   whilst sam’s footfalls spring back with quick succession away from steve’s practised,  noticably reserved blows.   they are only practising after all.    his wrist parries by glancing steve’s knuckles away from his collarbone and delight ripples through,   grin glowing over his face.      ❝     if i wasn’t above the tin can man,  i’m gonna cry myself to sleep tonight.      ❞      /   &  @forgries​

she watches him for a moment, not sure what to look for but efinitely amused to see what he might be up to wit that information.    “ come on crís, what’s the last thing you remember? ”

the further along they manage to progress with fixing things,  the less relevant the topic becomes...  so it occurs to her that it might be a little late to actually bring this up.  as it sits,  seven doesn’t discount that possibility,  but maybe it’ll help somehow,  in the face of so much that’s unknown.  at the very least,  maybe it’ll help to have something to occupy herself with that isn’t to just sit and focus on everything that could go wrong.  not that she’s holding her breath,  but it’s about as much as seven can hope for,  considering how little else there is to do except just... wait.   “hey,  cris?  you got a second?”   

one   of      the   universe's   many   mysteries   was   how   humans,      after   all   these   years,      could   still   surprise   makkari   with   their      impetuous   nature   and   ill-advised   bravery.      she   wasn't   sure   if   admirable   was   the   right   word,      as   it   often   resulted   in   some      traumatic   loss   of   limb   or   life,      but   it   was   impressive,      the   determination   it   took   to   be   so…   dumb.   (   though   reflection   upon   family,   it   wasn't   an   entirely   human   condition   ).    ❝   —      and   that's   reason   enough   @forgries​,         i   should   release   you?   ❞      her   hands   sign   and   she   watches   for   an   inkling   of   recognition   to   the   language,      her   phone   a   poor   second   choice,      but   available   for   communication   if   needed.   the   trap   being   triggered   had   set   off   an   alarm   on   the   domo,      an   irritating   strobe   of   light   informing   her   of   a   security   breach.      the   safehouse   that   doubled   as      a   personal   warehouse      was   only   a   few   minutes   travel,      even   half   the   world   over.      ❝   you   should   know,      everything   here   is   fake.      second   rate   junk   to   pass   off   as   real.   ❞

❝     oh,     c’mon  now!     it’s  gonna  be  a  hoot,     roy!     just  make  sure  to  watch  out  for  cheryl-     because  she’ll  definitely  try  t’pinch  the  cheeks  that  aren’t  on  your  face,     if  you  know  what  i  mean.     ❞

send a  ‘📸’  to see 3-5 pictures that my muse has/has taken of your muse !! 》feat. @forgries  /  steve 🤍

         “ what  do  you  want  from  me  ? “     head  cants  slowly.  you  are  a  predator  among  prey,  even  here  :  even  now.  leashed  as  you  are  with  the  brace  tied  around  your  wrist,  you  lean  against  the  wall  of  your  foyer,  staring  at  him  at  your  threshold,  uninvited.  your  brow  cocks  and  a  hint  of  a  knowing  smile  touch  the  corners  of  your  lips.     “ i  am  many  things,  david  -  but  i  am  not  a  mind  reader.  if  you  want  something,  you  will  have  to  ask  for  it. “