OPEN RP PART II: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

[avali]

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Open RP (smutty version)

 

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[vata]

[She'd been gearing up to go. It was the smarter step, leaving now. Putting distance between them. He had to know it as much as she did when he asked, but she stops at the edge of his room— vibrant green lines painted across her skin, catching moonlight.

There's a quick glance upwards towards the ceiling, a short pause for a routine inhale.]

You sure you've got room for me?

[His place was bigger than hers, but her question's punctuated by the way she knocks on a stockpile of carted weapons and ammunition, stacked higher than her head. A joke...and a conversational segue. Something to alleviate the pressure.]

[tinkerhell]

I thought you liked a firm sleeping space.

[The deadpan note in his voice is the only thing that gives, the only piece that hints that he is leaning into her attempt to lighten the air between them. It's the only real way to do it, given that they had polished off the beer as fast as they had.]

Assuming the rumors are true and you do actually sleep when pressed.

[vata]

Maybe I just like pissing you off, Los Angeles.

[It could be a barbed comment— but it isn't. There's an upwards curl to her lip that crooks the paintlines of her mask. An easiness to the way she turns, scrubbing at the circuitry near the base of her skull.]

Do you even have a computer here?

[A beat, and then:] ...or a light bulb?

[tinkerhell]

Not as fancy as your's.

[He turns with the expectation that she will follow, leading her back to his room. The stitching supplies, still strewn on the covers. He gestures to the corner, where a camera feed plays, rotating between traffic cameras. She can take it or leave it.

As for lights, there is only one-- a reading lamp, next to his bed on a nightstand. Not even enough to fill the room.]

[vata]

...

[Her tongue clicks audibly against the roof of her mouth, and then, absolutely deadpan:] Wow.

You really went all out.

[tinkerhell]

If you were expecting something else, you haven't been paying attention.

[And the way he says it suggests that he doesn't believe that for a second. With that in mind, he sets to cleaning up the bloody needle and thread, setting everything back on his nightstand. The mixture of paint, still uncapped under the lamp. Since Sombra is the only human he plans to see in the next 24 hours, he closes it without hesitation.]

It's just me.

[vata]

No email, no browser... [Counting them off as she leans forward to snap the light on— wincing against the brightness of its glow after her eyes have adjusted so well to the clear moonlight from outside. Blinking it away a few beats later, she gets to work jacking into his monitoring systems.

Offering accepted, it seems.] What do you even do for fun?

[tinkerhell]

Irritate you.

[Was that a joke? He doesn't look like he's joking, given the hard lines of his expression. But he is clearly looking for a reaction from her.]