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“It’s aiight,” Max started in a small, tired voice as he rose back up to his feet. Blood stained his shirt and his arm as a testament of the wounds he received in the battle against these thugs. “Ya don’t need to heal me.”

And it was an honest remark, that he made sure to follow by lifting his shirt and showing the other that whatever carnage had happened in his body was no longer there. His regeneration was that advanced, which is exactly what gave him the confidence of straight up picking a fight with seven people at the same time.

     IT TAKES A GREAT MIND TO KEEP A MACHINE RUNNING, and it takes many, many machines to keep the UC doing the same. now, lucky for them, they have PLENTY of MACHINES, but GREAT MINDS?. . yeah. you can’t have your cake and eat it, too.

     STILL, THOUGH, those rare geniuses that DO shine through are nearly LEGENDARY, and TR4C3 likes to consider herself AT LEAST on the path to greatness. somehow. maybe. there isn’t MUCH anyone can achieve down here, but whatever she can get, she’ll take. it’ll be enough.

     BACK TO GREATNESS, AND THOSE INVOLVED IN IT — there’s one name TR4C3 has come to recognize, through talk from other mechmenders alone — KEJJA, one of the undercity’s BEST, though rumor has it he’s all but VANISHED; some say he’s DEAD, others theorize he’s LAYING LOW, for whatever reason. and TR4C3? TR4C3 is about to find out.

     TAP-TA-TA-TAP-TAP! her knock is CHEERY, INVITING; even now she continues to assure SHE ISN’T AGGRESSIVE. the building before her is pretty. . . erm, well, it isn’t much to look at, but to be fair, not many houses down here ARE. 

i answered this for darcy, ruvi/pysera, and adalet. i put it under a read more because it got long.

CHIN TO PALM , A DOPEY SMILE WORN ; dark eyes half-lidded, SOFT in the dim light, an uncommon WARMTH captured ‘round the edges--- she works & HE WATCHES, the drag of an inky pen leaving trails of her choosing in its wake, & he a WILLING CANVAS - it’s so RARE to find someone to TRUST.

YET AT HER DIRECTION, HE SITS STILL - boundless energy contained so she might complete her work, the only disobedience being the insistent, restless jostling of his left leg ; UNNOTICED, he otherwise too enraptured with the decorations she adorns him with.

                                              “ thought you said you were drawin’ a flower---                                                   should’a TOLD ME you never seen a flower before. ”

she rolls her eyes at the remark and the only reason she doesn’t elbow him is that it will mess up what she’s trying to work on. “oh, fuck off. this is a MASTERPIECE and you know it.”

skin isn’t a canvas she works with often, but it’s fun to let her pen trace patterns over his hand, to be this close to someone other than chase and not be worried about the proximity. it’s relaxing, in a way. she trusts him. and he trusts her. and neither of them is going to say that aloud any time soon.