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( * blinking at the unexpected , but welcomed help. hands finding their way back to her side as a huff leaves her lips at the question. )
had one ... probably melted. didn't notice until 𝑡his happened.
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⠀⠀──forgotten. looking forward to it.”
a blatant lie , but anyone who knew her knew that sitting pretty in a room of sleazy politician and other rich assholes was not near her idea of an ideal evening.
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a response comes in the form of a distracted hum as she flicks through the results from the scan. ( * validating system integrity ... ) the word 'gala' is what finally pulls her back to realspace.
⠀⠀“ 𝑚hm, 'course, haven’t ──
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Nimble fingers untangle the wires as if they’ve done so a thousand times, their movements focused and precise. Can’t have her 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 weapon walk around in such disarray, after all.
“Then we’d best have this fixed. Preferably before tonight. We have a gala to attend. —
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── after the fifty thousand eddies stumble from last month. )
you offer cleaning services too ׅׅ𖤠 because these compressed air cans are ... not cutting it these days.
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i can tell ﹐ your father was in good hands — lucky him.
( * standing very still as to not jostle the untangling process﹐ she'd really rather not send another expense claim down to the finance department ⠀──
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I know my way around these kinds of tech.
﹙And truth was, he did. Tilting his head and carefully, but gently starting to trace back wires and untangle them from specific parts of her back—threading them back to the original tangle.﹚
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