#misstrafalgar

@misstrafalgar​​ ♥ /naps in her askbox YOU said there'd be pizza. Is this another one of Lawko's bullshit schemes? > - >

An irritated frown pasted itself onto her face at her colleague’s words, Lamy swiveling around in her chair to face her with a cocked brow. A dare? If she was about to waste her precious study time just to tell her about something absolutely ludicrous again—

However, Amy caught her off guard as she crooked her back, lingering over her like a bird of prey. She was awfully close to her face, close enough to make her breath dance across alabasta skin, slender hands taking a gentle hold. Heat rushed over her spotted cheeks at the sudden, unexpected display of, — just what?!

“W-what are—” Lamy stammered, the following words getting stuck at the tip of her tongue as the other woman pressed her lips against hers. Lamy’s whole body stiffened at the motion in a measure of self-defense, eyes blinking rapidly, flabbergasted. It took her a good while to process what had just happened, only the almost disappointedly sounding statement of the other woman pulling her out of her trance again.

Gloved fingers reached out to grab the nearest scalpel sitting atop her desk, brandishing it like a cleaver as she glared up at her, anger and confusion pooling in her gut. She would not allow herself to become the focus of the other scientist's mad experiments.

-feels a disturbance in the force fluff-

-hesitantly approaches-

“!!!!”

“It IS you...!”

“MY SIS-CHAN!!!”