A little early.
This place must not be due for annihilation for a couple yearโs time. Look at that smile, she thought. She doesnโt know just how lucky she is. Wouldnโt hurt to start prematurely though.
โ No, no it doesnโt. In fact, itโs wonderful youโre taking initiative. โ
`` Hm ... ? ``
Stopping for a second โโ turning a heel to meet the other. Surprisingly someone without the Arms trait. Her heels turned to the other.
`` Nothing in particular, at least not yet until the next Gran Prix. It never hurts to train yourself. ``
Sheโs been in this world ๏ฝก ๏ฝก ๏ฝก a while. Everyone looks so unique and bouncy that itโs impossible to tell the heroes from the unimportant ones. Honestly, they give her a headache.
๐ฉ๐๐โฆ then she hears the sounds of swift kicks and rapid-fire strikes. And she turns the -
- corner to find exactly what sheโs looking forโwhat sheโs sure is the ๐๐๐๐. Pressing her hand to her ear, a wave of red pixels washes over her body and provides her with a gi and a black belt. Ready for her first appearance, Miss Information struts towards her training -
- here, and sheโd not give that up.
โ Youโre right. Iโm not. Nobody needs to know about this. And you? You donโt have to do anything. โ
Words that were practically like a blessing to Kitโs overcrowded, guilty mind. Release from responsibility, right from the source. Freedom.
- princessโ, โI have to stop the mad scientistโ, it was something different, something juicier.
The agentโs hips rocked side to side with ease, perhaps accustomed to too many rhythm game worlds. They swung like a pendulum, almost teasing her greed. She knew she was in control -
Miss Information saw what she was doing, and it was common in heroes. Rationalizing their actions to get ahead to their main goals. To understand how to get someone from Point A to B, you had to know these things too.
But this was different. Instead of, โI have to rescue the -
--
to rationalize these actions mostly to herself. Taking another greedy squeeze of her hips, slowly sliding her hands up and down the sides of her body.
โ So then, youโre looking to become a Pokรฉmon master, are you? But that damned champion is just too strong? โ
Info holds something that looks like an open-holed helmet with several bulb-like lights attached. An easy way to gain experience.
โ I think I can help with that. โ
- securely into the hold of her opposition. A hum of satisfaction arrived when she felt it so. Digits danced, curling, twirling, a brush against the bushy texture of her face each second, as though a platform for figure skating.
โ Perhaps not. I /am/ off duty. โ
Info was surprised. She didnโt think the Farcade operative had it in her. Always thought the likes of her were too strict, too stubborn, too foolish, motivated by revenge or something of the sortโnot considering her other feelings.
They both had duties, but they also had -
--
Kit would place her hands at either side of the blonde's hips. Drawing her closer ever more, until they were practically pressed up against each other.
". . .a momentary truce CAN'T be the end of the world, right?"
- desires, detached from their identities in the workplace if you could call it that. It felt sinful, but then again, so was her prolonged stay in the volleyball world. At some point, she just had to say to herself, โwhat the hellโ โ and go with it.
Her hips settled, wiggling -