When she catches @soldiersalotto.bsky.social inadvertently nodding off for the third time that morning, she furtively laces her fingers with his, careful to be mindful of wandering eyes as she leads him to the call rooms on the 67th floor.

Willing volunteer.

Maybe that’s why you look good on me.

Stabbing, and how to avoid being on the pointy end, is her specialty.

Right answer. So…right.

It’s a matter of figuring out who that somebody is. Maybe it’s best she not know. Would be a bit cruel. She’s hopelessly bound to her employer. There can be no other loyalties.

It’s what she’s good at. Observing. Acting only when directed.

She’s resigned to never being anyone’s first choice. She doesn’t have the right.

Tiny but mighty.

She is there, too… Wonders if she should try to sneak off to leave him alone, or announce herself? She figures sneaking away from him is nearly impossible, and settles for softly clearing her throat. “Sorry. I’ll let you have this roof.”

Sneezes.

Kissable nape… Trying not to stare.

Yuffie has apparently raided her closet.

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No pressure from her. She knows better. She dances around it, too.

Which word? Oh. That four-letter one that starts with “l” that isn’t “like”.

Always prepared.

Melting… 🫦

Music to her ears. He’s got the most beautiful voice.

She appreciates the feedback.

Among other things. 😘

He keeps her coming back for more. The only exception.

Well… Okay, but only from him.

Only maybe? She does like a little teasing…

She can be sugar. Or spice.

She’ll take whatever he has to give.

Such a sweet talker.

Watching.

Time to move.

Good (?) morning…

Oh. A seat.

Mangiati il ​​cuore, tesoro. 😘

He makes me want to live.

You love it. 😘

Happy Sunday.

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