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“I hate you so much.” Her words are contradicted by the death-grip hug that Mari draws the other into. There is a tremble that shakes through her entire body and settles in her tense shoulders. Relief is slow to seep into her veins. “When are you going to start being more careful?” A bold question to ask considering that she tends to be just as risk-taking. She hates this feeling of vulnerability, longs to rid herself of the chokehold that the other holds over her heart. Letting the other go, she pushes against their shoulders. “Next time you wind up in a situation like this, don’t expect me to swoop in and save you.” It’s an empty threat, as she knows that she would never be able to truly abandon them. 

“state your business. quickly.”

perhaps the reaction is a bit dramatic, but it feels like her stomach drops harshly at the mention of what he considers to be homey. neon signs? a basketball court? no way. “no fucking way!” her home was something sacred to lyla, something that was supposed to inspire comfort and peace. neon signs did not inspire either of those things. “go back to the store! return them! now!”

“no, bob - you don’t understand.” her voice cracks over the words as trembling fingers rub at the back of her neck in an effort to ease the tension that had built up and stayed there since she saw him with another woman. “i know that you’re used to certain girls, and certain relationships. but i.... i’m not that. i thought we were so much more.” she rasps, shrugging her shoulders.

“i asked you over here to help me build my new bookshelf, not to bully me about the lack of tools i have in my apartment. it’s like -- ikea, what more could i possibly need? and just because my screwdriver is small and pink does not make it inefficient.”

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“Goddamnit, you’re supposed to be at the left window not the right.” Thirteen sighed heavily, her earpiece hidden between the layers of hair that coated just above her shoulders. Dressed up in a fine red wine dress and fit the curves of her body smoothly and yet left just the right amount of room to get a guy in a headlock if needed. This wasn’t their first mission together, but the first where she didn’t necessarily feel secure in their positions. A bystander approached her, attempting to sway her for a dance and she obliged, only to maintain some type of cover in all of this. “We need a blackout for this to happen.”

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