CALL ME OUT, 2019 EDITION

[blitzbrained]

I've got a muselist! I've got RP drive! LET'S DO IT

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[nor_iron_bars]

[So, he was aware of her, enough to notice her repairs, the little notes she'd left for him in the code. She wasn't sure, talking to someone who couldn't reply- there wasn't any way to be sure she wasn't just tossing those notes into the void, whether he'd ever see them at all.]

[But she'd kept leaving them, anyway.]

[There's a kind of untensing, relaxing back into the feel of being in the Drift after so long away. Like riding a bike- you never forget how to do it, muscle memory coming back to you.]

"Don't get to go out and party like I used to, these days."

[Brief snippets of memory- a fight like a dance, twisting and weaving, whirling around to bring the hammer down.]

"But I got time for a visit, so why not?"

[Her mental presence moves closer in a way that echoes a more physical memory- the two of them in one of the break rooms, weary after a mission, him sitting on the couch and her casually flopping down against him to sprawl out as she pleased, her head against his shoulder.]

[They can probably both guess she's not necessarily supposed to be here. They almost certainly both know she doesn't care.]