I mean, you're a sight for sore eyes, that's one thing for certain. I bet you get that a lot, don't ya? Always admired you too.

Just making an observation , always enjoy seeing ya around .

Aye, the lovely lassies are around again .

Killian is playing with her box of matches again. Striking them against the side of the box and watching as the flame burns down to her fingertips. The warmth was comforting.

Soft snickering.

Fuck if I ken what's happening here, it's still early .

What in the fuck am I hearing

She's feeling the urge to play with fire again. The lighter she kept with her had been retrieved from her pocket. The Gamma flicked it open, and began toying with the ignition. Flame on. Flame off. The heat was a comfort, it made the metal feel warm in her hands. —

Women ,,,

— In one swift motion, the Gamma snapped the lighter shut, snuffing out the fire with ease. She ran her thumb alongside the edge of where the cover met with the rest of the lighter, indulging in the residual heat left behind.

Once again, Killian is struck by a compelling urge— The need to satiate the tension settling in her body. Flick. Click. Ignite. The warmth of the flame is inviting and she holds her fingers over the small flame. She watches as it flickered before her, licking around her cuticles. —

Aye, she was very pretty too

I remember you talking about her.

Of course you do, look at you!! Like hello ???

Okay, just think about the women and if there's something in common between them all. I know, not an easy thing to do

// accusors I can't spell rip me

Alright, let's hear what the assusors have to say. Is there a distinct pattern of women that they've noticed you like ?

Aye, lass, nothing wrong with having a type, if it exists What's the evidence against ya fer having a type?

Women are great though

"Do you usually run em alone? I know I do now and then, but I have more fun with others." Especially when it came to inventing strategies on the fly and improvising. Killian lived for it. The Gamma would rise to her feet and walk alongside her comrade. "Shouldn't take you too long to adjust."

Once again, Killian is struck by a compelling urge— The need to satiate the tension settling in her body. Flick. Click. Ignite. The warmth of the flame is inviting and she holds her fingers over the small flame. She watches as it flickered before her, licking around her cuticles. —

"The more, the merrier. Especially when wrecking shite for the hell of it." She'd turn the matchbox over in her hands twice more before putting it back into her pocket. Sure, she'd thought about looking around and browsing through the available sims before. —

"Aye, that much is true, I dunnae how he can do it, I'd lose my head tryna stay still." At mention of the potentially challenging simulations, Killian appeared to perk up, sliding her matchbox closed. "I wouldn't mind taking a gander to see what they've got up their sleeves for it."

"Nothing impending, no. Bloody bastards sure like to coop us all up though." A small shrug of the shoulders followed, the flame descended down towards her fingertips, feeling the heat briefly before it went out. "Maybe, running sims is better than nothing at all. Could always set something up." —

"Just stuck, might need to blow something up, or start a fire, or both." Her gaze flickered towards Kaja, the Gamma striking another match as she held it between her fingers. "Head's buzzing too much to focus on drawing up any new ideas for my prosthetics."

The Gamma is seemingly restless. After spending some time pacing back and forth, she's resorted to getting out her matchbox to satiate her impulses. She strikes a match, watching as the flame devours the entirity of the matchstick, burning down and out between her fingers.

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