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ok well how does it feel knowing ur the loml

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SEBASTIAN MORAN: WOW. DIDN'T SEE THAT ONE COMING. they never do. she is oftentimes underestimated. the virsion of clarice starling in the heads of her teammates is one that matches her last name - a small bird, perhaps able to fly, but inept at fighting for herself. the men that were partnered with her in their combat classes at the academy always gave her that look - the smug one, the one that said, silently, this'll be easy. clarice, looking them in the eyes, always used their underestimation to her advantage, kicking their feet out from under them and pinning them to the ground before they knew what hit them. she used the same tatic on sebastian. and though clarice was well aware seb knew she was capable of this fight she had inside of her, she's still smiling as she holds his wrists against the floor mat. 'first rule've sparrin', moran - always anticipate your partner's next move,' clarice beams a bit before standing, holding out her hand to help him up. 'wanna try again?' @gunbash.

however, her worries would soon be forgotten, when sebastian's familiar smile would shine through her poor attempts at deflecting from the obvious tension. and instead of arguing with her, he just lifted her hand to his lips, and pressed a delicate kiss to the root of her fingers, just beneath the gauze. ever so reassuring, comforting. he truly had come to be the safest thing bianca knew in this world of hurt. ❛❛ ... thank you.  ❜❜

jyn hits him with a flat look, eyes narrowed as she presses a rag harder to his wound in retaliation. she knows he isn't being entirely serious, can hear the underlying joke beneath his words, but she's not in the mood. ' sorry if i gave you that impression, ' she wants to bite out but wisely keeps her mouth shut, gritting her teeth and focusing her attention on stopping the bleeding. of course she bloody cares about him. she may not be able to tell him outright that the reason she's concerned with his safety is because –– but she's gone out of her way to make it exceedingly clear through her actions. she forces herself to take a deep breath, in through her nose and out through her mouth, and reminds herself that they're as safe as they can be right now. their pursuers are incapacitated ( and if they're not, she'll make sure of it ) and sebastian's alive and conscious. she always gets a bit . . . high-strung when he gets injured, even if there's nothing she could have done to have stopped it from happening, and his wound is nothing but a blatant reminder of his mortality. a bit more to the left and it might have nicked an artery. " keep up the pressure, " she orders him, guiding his hands over the rag she'd been using before letting go to rummage through the nearby medkit. she forces the fear and worry churning in her brain back down into the cave, doing all she can to throw her crumbling walls back up and focus on the task at hand. she's always been quite good at deflection, even if she wields it bluntly and aggressively. " if you die on me, then i'll be stuck finishing this shit on my own. "

SEBASTIAN MORAN: WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU. strange - to have someone who cared enough about him to look for him. it wasn't something he was used to, and honestly, he didn't have a good answer. he was here and there, running off and around like he always did, looking for jobs and content and unwilling to commit to one place for too long. hands slide into his pockets, fin glancing up at sebastian as he tries to put together a coherent excuse for not being easily accessible throughout this last month. 'i, uh... i had some business. in utah. y'know - big haunting, almost died. but got some great footage,' closed lipped grin is given to the other man, finley trying to add some levity to this situation. 'but m'here now. what, uh... what do you need?' @gunbash.