[ the ex-sergeant nearly grimaces at the brightness. she isn't a creature of the night, but she isn't like her pulse-born friend vanille either. she is made of sunlight. (all the more reason to bring her back...somehow.)
lightning's shoulders heave with a sigh, and her lids drop to form a picture of disbelief, but she can return the fire. ]
Are you stalling? Looks like it. [ ...but for the sake of their friendship, she relents. she always does, when someone gets on her good side. ] —How are you, captain?
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lightning's shoulders heave with a sigh, and her lids drop to form a picture of disbelief, but she can return the fire. ]
Are you stalling? Looks like it. [ ...but for the sake of their friendship, she relents. she always does, when someone gets on her good side. ] —How are you, captain?