#scopesting

   that’s fair. they haven’t quite made it past predators, sizing each other up, admiring their teeth still. a tenebrous relationship. and what does diosa need? a friend like him? shovel, body, blade between his shoulders? speaking of, it is a popular spot. might have to start charging a tourist attraction fee for all the scar tissue. could have a whole skit, all excalibur and everything. whaddaya think ? “ give me a hand anyways? “

    “I have to know--What’s it like out there in France? I surprisingly haven’t really made it to those parts of Europe, like ever.” Fingers skim along the screen of her laptop glowing dimly with a long forgotten assignment, knees pulled up so the computer can settle in her lap. The peek of those big brown eyes from behind it, crinkling with wonder.

     HOW LONG HAS IT been since Katya saw Amélie last? Maybe a decade, she thinks. Amélie has blue skin now, a barely visible wrinkle tugs at her eyes, both of which are things Katya would never point out. Her parents raised her with manners. She holds onto the strap of her messenger bag with both hands--- home visits aren’t anything new. But today’s visit is different. It’s Super Secret Stuff. Even when she was under Overwatch, things like this never fell under her jurisdiction. 

He knew by now to keep quiet as the spider hunted. Arms were crossed, back pressed to the wall as he kept an eye below them. 

       She blinks once, twice. There’s a reason real doctors have licenses, medical school. Babs hasn’t really studied the art since, oh, what? Two centuries ago? No matter - “How many fingers am I holdin’ up, baby?” 

     OH. OH! THERE SHE is! Michiko has no doubt in her mind that the woman standing in front of her is Saori, Thee Saori, who towers over her own frame. She can’t help the anxiety that pools in her stomach as she works up the courage to say hello--- daily interactions with celebrities mean squat when it comes to interacting with her role model. She brings her hand towards her stomach in an attempt to calm her nerves, and as she takes a deep breath, Michiko is suddenly aware of just how tight her dress is.