( did she mention that she is a sore loser? shoving the omni back in her own bag, jinx hops and swings down a few branches until she is on ground level with her. her hands plop at her hips and a blow to her bangs to fly out of her eyes. )
And try not to have too fun with that pic you got of me now.
( because, well. makima now has a photo of a half naked girl in her galleries. )
[ makima’s eyes don’t particularly stray from her point of focus. not ever! she just keeps on trucking with her smile that might never seem to fade and a lack where blinking is concerned— oh, finally she blinks. twice at once, for good measure.
at least she’s not possessed. ]
I’ll keep it safe.
[ it already went into the trash but who needs to know that! no one. ]
('i'll keep it safe'. there's a flush she hadn't expect to grow within her, but she swallows it down before it shines through. sure, she's been called "cute" by one person (maybe two?), but if jinx gets any compliments, it's over her brain and not over attraction. not all that often, anyway.
so hearing she'll keep a naked picture of her safe, it makes her feel, well, sexy. and she can't help but to grin wildly -- now swelling with confidence as her back straightens up. )
[ now, behold: makima opens the bag, and out of it swirls up cold, icy vapor. within it were active coldblood stones keeping their snack frozen, and that snacks themselves were frozen pops of milk and an assortment of fruit she could grab around the market and through sleeper business. every color meant a different flavor. they even had these little sticks to hold them with!
she holds a deep blue one with cute red swirls up to the other young woman, certain she’d like blueberry with a dash of strawberry. ]
( this was something she didn't expect. although quite frankly, jinx wasn't sure what was in the bag in the first place. explosives, maybe? but makima didn't seem like the kind to carry something that deadly. then again, there's still a bit of mystery to the other girl that jinx hadn't quite put her finger on just yet. the teen blinks back to reality when the threat is now front and center -- almost afraid to touch it or else it'll crumble instantly. )
You... You made this? For me?
( jinx asks while taking it carefully. she won't say it, but her flabbergasted tone speaks for itself. she feels a bit... grateful. )
[ yes and no. they were already made earlier with indulgence in mind, but there's no harm in making this seem special and singular for just the other girl. makima takes her own pop, now— a entirely reddish-pink one, strawberry, and knocks the together like one would a drink. ]
( wow, makima really is thoughtful. practically beaming, she finally takes the treat out of her hands with a giggle when they "clink" their stuff together. )
Yyyep, cheers! To you winning our first game. Don't get use to it 'cuz I'm gonna start winning the rest.
[ oh-hoh, and they shall see about that! for now, makima settles with taking some of the pop to her mouth and giving it a suckle, and they came out acceptably in taste! just the right amount of sweet without being too much, if you asked her. ]
( unlike makima who gives the pop a lick, jinx shoves it completely in her mouth like a doofus. her eyes wide at her question then glances around where they are. )
Dunno, a tree?
( she suggests with her mouth all muzzled around the treat. but the teen index points to a tree that's not too far away. there's no grass underneath, however -- just cracked concrete. but maybe with the shade, it's not too hot? )
[ to the tree they go, then! makima wasn't above sitting in just about any ol' place. as long as there was some shade to be had. lets just make our way over to there then, shall we! ]
( why so much emphasis on there? is there that interesting? important? will something happen over there? only time will tell as they head over there to sit comfortably underneath the shade.
yanking the the treat out of her mouth (with a "pop" sound to match), jinx looks over the other as she speaks. and it's a question she immediately dreads, her expression falls flat slightly despite doing her best not to show it. why is everyone so obsessed with how she is doing? if she appears fine physically, that should suffice all questionnaires. and it's times like these jinx wishes she was the kind to fib.)
I'm... here. That's what's important, right?
( before she give away any tells, she jams the treat back in her mouth, preoccupying herself. )
Hmm . . . Maybe only half important in the bigger picture.
[ and why was that—? she’ll get to that in a second longer, but first she’ll indulge in her pop, this time, in a greater suckle of the tip, but she’s neatly silent about it. ]
It’s essential to be present and sound in all aspects, Jinx, [ with a free hand, makima presses her fingertips gently through this loose strand of blue hair until it’s behind the girl’s ear. ] not just physical. That’s what friends worry about the most.
( she's not looking at her, she's refusing to. because jinx knows just one glance to her direction will expose everything, and she has to keep a straight face. because if her father was here, he would want her to be strong and tall, right? to not show any cracks or weaknesses? and the teen feels she is holding her own just fine -- the treat still in her mouth while gazing off to the other trees while makima rambles.
but it's that touch, that gentle stroke of her strands behind her ear that darts her eyes to peek over. and before she could even think, her dam fractures. her face appearing younger than she is, with big doe-like eyes sparkle in flusters. steadily, jinx takes the pop out of her mouth, but words are lost somewhere in the void. what is makima expecting for her to say? does she want her to pour all of her burdens in front of her right here, right now? )
Uhm...
( that doesn't sound confident at all. jinx wets her lips and tries again, swallowing a big lump down her throat. )
Well, there's nothin' to worry about when it comes to me! I've been in all sorts of stuff. I can handle whatever gets tossed at me. No big whoop.
[ makima has what she wants the second the younger woman’s facade cracks. she has made herself in, but need not shatter her entire fortress. not yet, anyway.
slow and steady wins the race, and it’s because of this phase she’s conquered that makima allows jinx’s defenses to relax from the harm done upon them. she backs off, visibly, giving her what she wants: ]
You’re very strong, then. [ without necessarily giving it to her, yes? propping her body upright behind her, she gives a hum through her pop before demanding with eager sweetness to the point that it doesn’t look like an order at all. ] Tell me a story. It seems you’ve got plenty.
( 'you're strong now, jinx is perfect.' she turns her head quickly, pretending to swat away a mosquito. she is not going to show whatever look she's having when his voice churns in her ears with makima here. she's not sure what, but she is certain it's something she will grill on her more about. maybe. or a hint that calling her "strong" seems to do something for her.
idly brushing away her arm and clearing her throat, her eyes are back on makima and treat back in her mouth -- suckling like those words before weren't effective. )
Story? ( she repeats, again voice muffle with the pop all in her mouth like a monster. ) Mmm...
( her pink pupils shine suddenly, an idea of the perfect story shoots right in her noggin. )
Oh! How about when I tricked the Enforcers and blew up a building?
[ makima takes on a position that looks like its getting comfortable. she leans into her knees and one of her hands propping her cheek up while the other was tending to the remains of her little pop— that she saws a bite into to pull a small chunk off. her eyes are fixed and there's no wandering: she looks attentive to detail. ]
I want to hear all about it.
[ she doesn't, but she does want the result of it. a happier, excitable, more open jinx. ]
RIGHT! So, I kinda messed up in a previous mission my old man put me on. And I wanted to prove that I can still get stuff done. So on the night of Progress Day, I went up Northside to set up some booby traps.
( a lick of her treat before she continues on. )
I started a fire in that building and did a lil' recording of myself pretending to be a girl trapped. And those losers felt for it. ... Guess it just goes to show any brainless person can be an Enforcer. — Anyway, they died and so did the building when the bombs went off.
While everyone was focused on that, I snuck in the academy and took their precious lil' crystal.
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( did she mention that she is a sore loser? shoving the omni back in her own bag, jinx hops and swings down a few branches until she is on ground level with her. her hands plop at her hips and a blow to her bangs to fly out of her eyes. )
And try not to have too fun with that pic you got of me now.
( because, well. makima now has a photo of a half naked girl in her galleries. )
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at least she’s not possessed. ]
I’ll keep it safe.
[ it already went into the trash but who needs to know that! no one. ]
Hungry on top of overheating, I hope?
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so hearing she'll keep a naked picture of her safe, it makes her feel, well, sexy. and she can't help but to grin wildly -- now swelling with confidence as her back straightens up. )
Heck yeah! Let's grab some grub.
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she holds a deep blue one with cute red swirls up to the other young woman, certain she’d like blueberry with a dash of strawberry. ]
I made them myself.
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You... You made this? For me?
( jinx asks while taking it carefully. she won't say it, but her flabbergasted tone speaks for itself. she feels a bit... grateful. )
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[ yes and no. they were already made earlier with indulgence in mind, but there's no harm in making this seem special and singular for just the other girl. makima takes her own pop, now— a entirely reddish-pink one, strawberry, and knocks the together like one would a drink. ]
Cheers.
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Yyyep, cheers! To you winning our first game. Don't get use to it 'cuz I'm gonna start winning the rest.
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Any good spots to sit under?
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Dunno, a tree?
( she suggests with her mouth all muzzled around the treat. but the teen index points to a tree that's not too far away. there's no grass underneath, however -- just cracked concrete. but maybe with the shade, it's not too hot? )
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How have you been, Jinx?
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yanking the the treat out of her mouth (with a "pop" sound to match), jinx looks over the other as she speaks. and it's a question she immediately dreads, her expression falls flat slightly despite doing her best not to show it. why is everyone so obsessed with how she is doing? if she appears fine physically, that should suffice all questionnaires. and it's times like these jinx wishes she was the kind to fib.)
I'm... here. That's what's important, right?
( before she give away any tells, she jams the treat back in her mouth, preoccupying herself. )
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[ and why was that—? she’ll get to that in a second longer, but first she’ll indulge in her pop, this time, in a greater suckle of the tip, but she’s neatly silent about it. ]
It’s essential to be present and sound in all aspects, Jinx, [ with a free hand, makima presses her fingertips gently through this loose strand of blue hair until it’s behind the girl’s ear. ] not just physical. That’s what friends worry about the most.
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but it's that touch, that gentle stroke of her strands behind her ear that darts her eyes to peek over. and before she could even think, her dam fractures. her face appearing younger than she is, with big doe-like eyes sparkle in flusters. steadily, jinx takes the pop out of her mouth, but words are lost somewhere in the void. what is makima expecting for her to say? does she want her to pour all of her burdens in front of her right here, right now? )
Uhm...
( that doesn't sound confident at all. jinx wets her lips and tries again, swallowing a big lump down her throat. )
Well, there's nothin' to worry about when it comes to me! I've been in all sorts of stuff. I can handle whatever gets tossed at me. No big whoop.
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slow and steady wins the race, and it’s because of this phase she’s conquered that makima allows jinx’s defenses to relax from the harm done upon them. she backs off, visibly, giving her what she wants: ]
You’re very strong, then. [ without necessarily giving it to her, yes? propping her body upright behind her, she gives a hum through her pop before demanding with eager sweetness to the point that it doesn’t look like an order at all. ] Tell me a story. It seems you’ve got plenty.
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idly brushing away her arm and clearing her throat, her eyes are back on makima and treat back in her mouth -- suckling like those words before weren't effective. )
Story? ( she repeats, again voice muffle with the pop all in her mouth like a monster. ) Mmm...
( her pink pupils shine suddenly, an idea of the perfect story shoots right in her noggin. )
Oh! How about when I tricked the Enforcers and blew up a building?
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I want to hear all about it.
[ she doesn't, but she does want the result of it. a happier, excitable, more open jinx. ]
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( a lick of her treat before she continues on. )
I started a fire in that building and did a lil' recording of myself pretending to be a girl trapped. And those losers felt for it. ... Guess it just goes to show any brainless person can be an Enforcer. — Anyway, they died and so did the building when the bombs went off.
While everyone was focused on that, I snuck in the academy and took their precious lil' crystal.