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         "if you've come here to hurt anyone, i suggest you turn back now. i don't take lightly to threats."

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A soft smile crossed Valkyr’s lips as gentle kisses caressed her spine , her shoulders rolling slightly as the top of her bodysuit was loosened.

Keith wasn’t exactly sure what happened or why, only that his body just stalled and stopped reacting when he saw her coming at him with the knife. Next thing he knew, he felt a searing pain in his shoulder as warm blood flowed from the wound but he knew better than to just yank the knife you.

The comment caught him completely by surprise. He’d had his mask off, tending to the bandage on the end of his nose, a nose that was far too muzzle-like for his liking. But she thought he was handsome? 

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Ʊ     He’d watched the trials for the newest recruits with bated     breath. It had been... Intense. To say the least. It was     always intense, though. Finding Galra who were so used     to fighting for their lives thrown into an organization like     this often meant there were intensities to sparring that few     would see otherwise. And this one had been no different.     But once the recruits were through and their sectors were     assigned, he went straight to the only one who had been     assigned to his specific branch. Infiltration.

Mailys was merely smirking behind her mask, she knew he wasn’t meant to cook, yet she had still convinced him to come help her.

She moved forward with ease as Antok moved out of the way. “I know, and I’m proud of you for trying even thought I knew you were bad at it, and of course I’m going to cook, I simply said it was your turn because I wanted a chance to talk with you since we never really do.”

     A grumble starts in his throat, feeling played by the woman in before him as she moved to take his place. Proud of him for trying, the comment earns her a huff from behind his mask. Yellow eyes keep watch on her, listening to her words and he can’t help but cock his head to the side, his gaze lolling to the side.

     Talk? The mere word makes him tense up when its mentioned. He’s not one for a lot of words, never talking unless strictly needed. Or if his irritation is high enough. But he can’t stay silent when one speaks to him. It’s rude, even if he isn’t too keen on opening his mouth.