[Nisha doesn't respond right away, arm curled around his, attention locked firmly on the grim, gory action down below. Hours she'd spent letting boring, pristine programming run as some basic substitute for entertainment, being led on tours of shopping malls and entertainment plazas. Boring. Beautiful.
Too pristine and too perfectly cut for the taste of a bandit-killer raised in the dust of Pandora.
But this? This works. Hits the spot in a way she hadn't expected and turns the image in her mind on its head. Her spine arches slightly for a better view over the edge - maybe it wasn't such a bad idea after all.]
'Maybe'. Maybe doesn't sound like much fun. [Once the crimson stains below start to pool and settle, she shifts her weight back towards his side.]
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Too pristine and too perfectly cut for the taste of a bandit-killer raised in the dust of Pandora.
But this? This works. Hits the spot in a way she hadn't expected and turns the image in her mind on its head. Her spine arches slightly for a better view over the edge - maybe it wasn't such a bad idea after all.]
'Maybe'. Maybe doesn't sound like much fun. [Once the crimson stains below start to pool and settle, she shifts her weight back towards his side.]