Name’s Ming!
Frontline of The Scissors, lightning on two legs, and a total nightmare for anyone hiding behind P.U.S. badges. If you’re here for freedom, stick around. If you’re not - I’ll cut the chains off you anyway!
Ming had only intended to find her girlfriend and wish her a happy birthday. A simple, reasonable plan that apparently required searching half the port before she finally spotted that familiar blue hair beneath the moonlight.
And then she noticed the Navigator.
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@DailyLawine --her chest, beaming with unmistakable jealousy. Of course, she couldn't stay idle for long....
"...Maybe I wanted you all to myself. Is that such a terrible thing?" She mumbled, turning her head away.
"Don't look at me like I'm some rotten liar when I was trying to make your--
@DailyLawine --faint flush creeping across her cheeks. "...I just didn’t like Navigator sticking his nose into our business. That guy was literally hovering around you!"
The redhead crossed her arms, scowling stubbornly. The pout clearly showing that she was jealous.
"It looked like you --
--here and keep an eye out. You're good at that, right? Great! Knew I could count on you!"
Perfect. The Navigator can keep watch while I make off with the birthday girl.
She flashed the doctor an utterly shameless thumbs-up before practically whisking her girlfriend around --