@leex-jinki-ia | SOURCE {X}

There was no better ego stroke for the female to be looked upon in awe and desire, she was the queen of vanity and his startled face definitely caught her attention. Not that his looks haven’t done that already, but she was doing her best to give to Gao what she has been demanding from him, however, that slight sound made her glance over her shoulder towards him again-- that mischievous cat like gaze of her being shot directly to his eyes. “Are you alright there--?” She teased him momentarily, lips slightly parted in one amused gesture before the necromancer walked back to him. 

She fell silent for a moment while her orbs scanned his features now that she had a much better look of him-- damn he was hot! “You’re new, aren’t you, papi?” She couldn’t hold her flirty self back anymore, and tilting her head she introduced herself before slightly biting the corner of her lips. “I’m Seline, nice to meet you--?” She said, narrowing her eyes as she waited for him to tell his name as well. She would utterly die to see his shy boy face because she was talking to him. She laughed internally, this was a great way to spend her afternoon. 

Thunder frowned when he made his way into the room; what were they thinking? Immediately he cranked up the air conditioning as high as it would go. Poor guy was probably melting. “Hey Jinki,” he greeted pouring some water into the vase of flowers someone had left him. The two weren’t particularly close, but the elf had always been kind to the fallen, and the hospital wasn’t too far out of his way, so Thunder had made a point to stop in to check up on him. “You’re looking better,” Thunder gave a nod of approval as he took in the other’s state. His skin was starting to make its way back to its normal color, and it looked like they had unhooked some of the more scary looking machines.

Fred was surprised by the small series of knocks and quickly covers his leg with a cloth he had been using to cover the modesty of one of his less complete robots - he didn’t want to frighten anybody by seeing his amputated leg without its prosthesis; said prosthesis sitting on his desk getting a careful removal of some twigs and mud from the greenhouse.

“Come in!” he shouted, since he couldn’t go to the door without his leg attached. It was much faster to just give the person on the outside permission to come in.