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good dog <3

How ironic, considering their differences. Nadia was taller than Adrianne by a fair bit.

Not that it really mattered too much, in certain circumstances.

"All ya've gotta do is ask, Ma."

--mind. Or... Try to.

Ignore the tears.

At least Adrianne did a better job at blending in than the other intruder- not only due to their differences in stature, but their willingness to accept the loss.

Still, that loss didn't upset her any less.

She rolled a piece of paper between her fingers, allowing the flower to help ease her--

"Well?"

She got off her toes, one hand cupping Nadia's cheek- and the other wrapped around her waist.

What? She was a Marine- being handsy was part of it!

"Good job," she'd coo- tiptoe-ing slightly to kiss Nadia's jaw.

"Not so hard, is it?"

"Sorry what?" She goaded, wrapping her arms around the werewolf. It was all play.

Mostly.

Adrianne was a royal bitch when she wanted to be- demanding to a fault.

"I'll snatch 'ya tongue right out'cha mouth," she hissed- although that didn't stop her from pressing against Nadia.

Lick at her jaw. Teasing bitch, she was.

"Act right."

The Helljumper raises a brow, staring at the offered bouquet for a moment before carefully regarding Victor. Suspicious of him, inherently.

"This what'cha do?" She questioned, her thumbs wrapped around her own belt-loops.

"Offer random girls flowers?"

regard.

"Get'cha goddamned hand off me."

Adrianne simply raised a brow as that hand reached out for her shirt collar- and it wouldn't be long before metal found its' place against the Vampiress' ribcage.

An integrally suppressed handgun, definitely made for someone far larger than her- not that Adrianne was necessarily small by any (+)