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Post by Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau on Mar 4, 2009 13:42:09 GMT -4
"Orange vest, really? I just don't know if I'd quite be rocking that," Natasha replied quickly, scrunching up her nose a bit. She reached for the radio, as she was backing them from their parking spot. The wipers were on, pushing some of the rain from her view, as she found the proper frequency and filled the car with music.
"Yeah, I bet you're offended," Sera replied dryly, her expression purely skeptical. None the less, she reached over the top of the bag beside her, reaching for Leigh's hand and taking it into her own, twining their fingers together. "Thief."
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Post by Leigh O'Conner on Mar 4, 2009 18:53:30 GMT -4
"Aw," Leigh grinned, "don't sell yourself short. You could totally rock an orange vest. So people can see you when their lives are in danger, and they can come see you about that situation."
Her attention, however, was somewhat fatally turned by Seraphim holding her hand. She blushed and grinned at Sera's reply and then shrugged. "Okay, I'm not offended. Much. And I am a thief, but only a little bit! I promise!"
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Post by Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau on Apr 3, 2009 9:16:10 GMT -4
"I can't say I ever pictured myself as a rescue worker, but maybe it wouldn't be so bad. At least it might pay well? It'd be mildly rewarding," Natasha mused, slowing the car at a stop sign, and reclining more comfortably into her seat, although her hands remained at ten and two. "I guess being captain just makes you used to first aid, and saving lives, in any way possible. Even just driving lives home," she joked.
"You admit that you're a thief? Just a little? That's how you end up with a complex, you know," Sera replied, somewhat sourly, although she kept their hands together firmly. "Serial killers start out as just a little bit psychotic, you know. Then animals abuse turns to child abuse, to one murder, then another, then yet another, and before you know it, a little bit is a lot. Do you want to end up a serial killer? Kleptomania, and pathological lying, are both tell-tale signs."
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Post by Leigh O'Conner on Apr 3, 2009 9:26:54 GMT -4
"Well, we're grateful for the being driven home part," she noted. "And will do something in the future to return the favor, despite my distinct lack of car."
She turned her attention to Sera. "And you," she said. "I have no intention of being much of a killer, of any variety. But wouldn't your oft-vocalized plans for world domination kind of force you into that position? And shouldn't my relative comfort with that concept be a boon, and not a bad thing?
"And, besides, kleptomania is when you can't help it. I steal your books with full and obvious intent to blackmail you into kisses," she nodded resolutely, blonde hair bouncing off her shoulders. "And I can't abuse kids anyway. Or puppies. They'd look at me with big, sad eyes and I'd just have to feed them, or something."
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