#prkhs

     The Engineer appreciates the compliment despite the size comparison. His turrets have always been about efficiency, not size— if anything, the wide variety of weaponry he has available does the job as long as it’s used for their intended purpose, and that’s the one thing Dell will pride himself on. Although, knowing that other people realize the meaning of ‘ use more gun ’ has him relieved that he’s not the only mechanic who knows how to handle himself in a firefight.

     he’ll be honest; he’s never really been all that too interested in guns. it’s a weird statement to say for someone in the apex games - the entire point is to shoot guns! and punch sometimes, but that’s not... as reliable. or one could have a handy dandy tool like octane with bloodhound, but yikes, mirage seriously does not want those things anywhere close to his face. or him, for that matter. 

     but he could appreciate guns! they helped him get more wins underneath his belt, and it just so happens that his roommate is super into them. or into modding them, he supposes. it’s sort of fascinating if he thinks about it, watching her tinker over a flickering light that mirage needs to replace. he can almost empathize with her, working underneath a dying light, desperate to get something done... huh. guess they might have more in common than he thinks. 

shrill laughter fills the dark room,   illuminated primarily by the large screen on which the green-blue goddess appears.     ʺ human n-n-natuuuure ? ʺ     she takes a moment to let the words dissipate in the air,   eyes falling somewhat softly on the woman in front of her.     ʺ have i not already re-re-recreated man in my own image ?    hhhhhhhhhhhha-have i not made huuuman nature obsolete ? ʺ     her laughter settles as a faint smile on pixelated lips.    what need does god have for rebellious nature ?    

       ❛   heard   you   could   fix   this.   ❜      across   from   her,   onto   the   nearest   surface,   from   a   coffin   made   of   her   hands   falls   dust.   tinged   coal,   some   shreds   of   what   once   was   an   overpriced   ensemble   could   be   discerned,   &   a   crystal   eye   dropped   as   the   cherry   on   top.   there’s   a   trace   of   tears   down   her   face   along   the   flickery   warning   of   more   approaching   soon.      ❛   it   was   a   dummy.   ❜

They’d made the bar their regular place - ‘The Lotus’ - a usual dance club for most, and the Christmas special tonight, with mistletoe lining the ceiling made the place a rather attractive place for everyone from hook ups to long time relationships a absolute hot spot. The atmosphere was perfect. Thrumming trance music, smiling faces, the occasional Santa hat, and not a single cup empty. 

Needless to say, the two star crossed girls wasted no time in following suit to most of the other patrons. 

Though - perhaps they were a bit more skilled than the others. They had managed to master the art of a deep kiss, while continuing to dance, and not turning it into a mess on the floor or a disgusting slobbering mess in a bathroom - the only break in the rhythmically intimate dance was the two had broken away off and on. Chain couldn’t help but laugh when she ran her tongue over the gap in her teeth, and she seemed to find it funny when Chain bit her lip. 

After a particularly long mouth to mouth exchange, Chain drew back, and gave a final kiss to seal the long night of favorable one night love.