[ She very nearly misses the 12 hour mark, sleeping through most of the day (night?) in some valiant effort to recover from the previous one. But her implant pings her awake with time to spare and somehow, even nursing a set of fractured ribs and a mild concussion, she manages to look as put together as ever when she breezes into the bar. Sure enough her typical curls are loose waves but they obscure the bullet graze that cuts from cheek to temple — a result of her newfound ability deflecting an otherwise nasty shot.
Red lipstick really does wonders for feeling like one massive bruise, all things considered. His greeting startles a chuckle out of her, something she immediately regrets when her side flares in pain, and she slides gingerly into the seat next to him. ]
Please don’t start, [ she says, levelling him with a look that’s both exasperated and amused. ] I might crumble into dust otherwise, ancient relic that I am.
[ Or because she’s held together by stitches and sheer force of will, who knows. But it’s good to get out; better, that the place is dimly lit. She nods at the glasses. ]
Getting started without me? Your yesterday must have been quite the ordeal.
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Red lipstick really does wonders for feeling like one massive bruise, all things considered. His greeting startles a chuckle out of her, something she immediately regrets when her side flares in pain, and she slides gingerly into the seat next to him. ]
Please don’t start, [ she says, levelling him with a look that’s both exasperated and amused. ] I might crumble into dust otherwise, ancient relic that I am.
[ Or because she’s held together by stitches and sheer force of will, who knows. But it’s good to get out; better, that the place is dimly lit. She nods at the glasses. ]
Getting started without me? Your yesterday must have been quite the ordeal.