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Lucian ( @kosodate and your thousands of blogs) and Rue ( @mybibis and your thousands of blogs (2)) immediately comes to mind when I see two hearts together :] They feel like duo together and I adore the threads and dynamics they do together! That Toxic Workplace AU? That AU still lives rent free in my head...

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"Hmm?" Movement stirs Harmony. She tenses on her bed after realizing that she has dozed off. "Ah!" Quickly sitting up, she searches her room for the other woman. If Harmony remembers right, Bibi was here. That is when she catches her lying beside her. "Um, Miss Bibi?" Harmony asks gently, but there is no answer besides Bibi's soft breathing. Perhaps Bibi was so tired that she didn't care where she rested.

She watches the other woman resting beside her. A mechanical hand grabs the blanket and pulls it over Bibi and herself.

Oh, well. The cyborg sees nothing wrong with that. She will let Bibi stay and rest. Of course, Harmony would take the couch if Bibi wanted more space. But for now, she doesn't seem to mind being on the bed beside her.

Bibi is already gone by the time he actually looks to see what she's handed to him. Brows furrowed, exhaling a huff of cool air through his nose as he turns it over in his hand. ' driving playlist ' ah... he isn't so clueless, he knows what a floppy disk is. The clunky little ship he's claimed as his own had a disk drive installed, only after he'd stolen the tools to do so. The dots were connecting, and he smiles at that- he'll have to let her know what he thinks of it later when he's left.

@mybibis &&. said... Bumps into Sunday on the street and is Thoroughly not expecting to hear as many pops as she does, turning around to check she didn't step on an egg

snap,  crackle,  pop  —  sounds  that  can  be  used  both  to  describe  a  catchy  cereal  advertisement  as  well  as  sunday's  bones.  the  encounter  is  benign  as  they  come;  he  jolts  at  the  contact,  standing  up  just  a  bit  straighter  on  instinct  —  and  his  spine  chooses  that  precise  moment  to  reimagine  itself  as  a  musical  instrument.  (  ah.  ouch.  )  the  halovian  glances  over  his  shoulder,  honeyed  gaze  meeting  blue.  bewilderment,  embarrassment  and  mild  concern  alike  all  flick  across  delicate  countenance  in  rapid-fire  succession  —  before  he  smothers  them  all  beneath  a  look  of  utter  neutrality.  politely  clearing  his  throat,  sunday  turns  around,  deciding  the  most  advantageous  thing  he  can  possibly  do  is  feign  ignorance.  yes,  he's  fine.  no,  that  didn't  actually  happen. perhaps someone dropped a particularly brittle piece of pottery just out of sight.

"Yeah, me neither."

A violent burst of blood sprayed from Bijin's abdomen as Clear impaled her from behind and through her ribs, the black onyx of his sword sprouting like a flower that dribbled with blood. Sheathed to the hilt, the entity glowered over her shoulder as the memetic virus took hold of the destructive woman, illusive veins of blackness webbing ominously beneath coppery skin that gradually made way to the heart. And just as brusquely, he tore his blade again from her back with the recoil causing Bijin to reel forward, staggering on her feet as she was made to believe she'd been infected with a Shadow of Nihility.

It wasn't fatal. His sword was an illusion, the blood spray was only in her eyes, and there was no wound. But, the pain was excruciating as if it actually happened. As if she was being dragged into the depths of Nothingness.

Clear let the false weapon dissipate in a fumigation of tarry smoke, standing grimly over the Ranger with a flinty gaze that stabbed into icy blues.

"Ah, I was wondering when you might awake. Come, rub the sleep from your eyes and sup before the food gets cold."

The skies of Epsion glittered with myriad city lights as yawning bay windows provided a stunning backdrop of the vibrant city below, a Penacony for the waking world. Though dark, the domed skylight above their heads illuminated with transitioning blues and greens like a simulated ocean, the burbling of the marble fountain a welcome accompaniment to the jazzy tunes warbling from the phonograph. Clad in a pricey robe and slip-ons, it had been lucky at all that Dongfang's card had been enough to cancel a year's worth of reservations to stay the night. The ordeal with Clear finding this young woman near the perimeter of Device IX's outer limits had been a miracle, and he'd managed to set the would-be Self-Annihilator right.