It's good Deadlock knows what's normal because Flashpoint's sure lost track. There's defiantly something odd going on though because she's nervous. This feels bizarrely like normal socialization (WHAT DO!?) and they haven't insulted each other once! It must be a dream or something...
"Uh-huh," she just nods at him, gesturing towards of the kitchen, glad he missed her little slip of a dirty tongue. How she'll keep from cursing the rest of the night though, she has no idea. Flashpoint takes a deep in-vent, perches on the couch and wrangles the vid player into submission. If Deadlock wants to get to know her, he's gonna learn she has questionable taste in movies. She might act like action movies are her favorite but in truth she has a stupid love for cheesy comedy, with maybe even a little sap. Basically all that stuff that fell by the wayside during the war.
After queuing up her choice, she figures maybe she should do something about these wounds. Is it still 'first aid' when it happens the next day? Well whatever, her dumb auto repair isn't doing scrap and Flashpoint gets the feeling there might be Deadlockian recriminations if she bleeds on her own couch. So out comes the kit and the patch tape, trying to hit the spots she can reach before he comes back, though there's a few on her pauldron and back that are gonna be tricky.
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It's good Deadlock knows what's normal because Flashpoint's sure lost track. There's defiantly something odd going on though because she's nervous. This feels bizarrely like normal socialization (WHAT DO!?) and they haven't insulted each other once! It must be a dream or something...
"Uh-huh," she just nods at him, gesturing towards of the kitchen, glad he missed her little slip of a dirty tongue. How she'll keep from cursing the rest of the night though, she has no idea. Flashpoint takes a deep in-vent, perches on the couch and wrangles the vid player into submission. If Deadlock wants to get to know her, he's gonna learn she has questionable taste in movies. She might act like action movies are her favorite but in truth she has a stupid love for cheesy comedy,
with maybe even a little sap. Basically all that stuff that fell by the wayside during the war.After queuing up her choice, she figures maybe she should do something about these wounds. Is it still 'first aid' when it happens the next day? Well whatever, her dumb auto repair isn't doing scrap and Flashpoint gets the feeling there might be Deadlockian recriminations if she bleeds on her own couch. So out comes the kit and the patch tape, trying to hit the spots she can reach before he comes back, though there's a few on her pauldron and back that are gonna be tricky.