a sly smile forms, lifting off in favor of circling around so she could sit on the desk. the redhead’s arm is tugged into her lap, measuring one end of the fabric, starting from the middle of her palm.

❛ makes sense. where’d you learn to do this stuff .ᐣ ❜

sniffing her a little tells her that no blood is present. roseate hair sweeps over vi’s shoulder, twirling her fingers around the thin, uniform pieces of cloth.

❛ hmm, sure. do these help you in fights .ᐣ ❜

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↶ too .ᐣ you could ask her to design brass knuckles for your fights. are you allowed to have those .ᐣ i swear i saw a guy with a metal arm last time .ᐟ ❜

musing on that, the bottle of whiskey is tugged toward her, suddenly tempted to try it.
                        
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↶ same sense as vi, but her and riki were so different. identical twins, but everything else .ᐣ not really.

❛ god, sometimes i forget your sister’s jinx, ❜ she giggles a little around the next shot, nearly choking.

❛ doesn’t she make like, weapon stuff ↷
                        
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