Smart choice. You never know who's going to decide to stab you in the back one morning.
[Luci's usual grin fades in the face of his half-formed joke. She hates doing this, she really does-- she'd much rather see her people happy and fierce in the middle of their fight, not disheartened by something that Luci has unwillingly embraced, but embraced nonetheless.]
[She runs her hand down from his hair to cup his cheek, stroking her thumb over his quite sharp cheekbone and trying to get him to look at her.] Don't look so defeated, darling. If this happens, we'll laugh about it over drinks after the fact. I promise. This is nothing more than me asking you to fetch my smokes from the corner store. An errand.
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[Luci's usual grin fades in the face of his half-formed joke. She hates doing this, she really does-- she'd much rather see her people happy and fierce in the middle of their fight, not disheartened by something that Luci has unwillingly embraced, but embraced nonetheless.]
[She runs her hand down from his hair to cup his cheek, stroking her thumb over his quite sharp cheekbone and trying to get him to look at her.] Don't look so defeated, darling. If this happens, we'll laugh about it over drinks after the fact. I promise. This is nothing more than me asking you to fetch my smokes from the corner store. An errand.