Appearing

If she doesn’t receive uppies this instant, she will explode.

Awww, you’re so sweet. The prettiest?

Go ahead.

There is a legal mandate stating that she requires your full attention.

“Pretty good” is a pretty low bar

5’3” of

And now she is also the tallest ODST. Perfect.

Just pretty good?

Then it’s a deal.

If she isn’t the centerpiece of the collection, she doesn’t want to be in it.

Yes?

She is objectively the prettiest ODST and would like for everybody to acknowledge her as such, thank you.

“We should celebrate us not being dead.” She’s just swaying her legs as she dangles. “You think we’d be let into the bar again?”

“I’m still alive, so I can’t complain.” But of course, the brat will still find a reason to complain given enough time. “How about you? Not dead yet, are you?”

She’s cackling. It’s been too long since somebody has carried her and done the walking for her. “Hello there.”

Jumping into his arms. Uppies acquired.

She demands uppies. They are not optional.

S C R E A M

“No way.”

What if I didn’t?

Maybe

Appearing

“Then by all means, keep holding on.”

>:((

You don’t have to point them out, either.

>:(

5’3” of AAAAAAAAAAAA

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“Will do, sarge.”

“Oh, fine. When are we going?”

“Then it’s a date. Where are we going?”

“Only if you mean as a date.”

“Alright, alright. Three.”

“Four.”

Crashing down the tallest staircase in the ship.

Her hands moved to settle on either of Marcus’s forearms. As if she could even keep him in place if she tried, she held his arms in place so he would not let go. “Oh? How so?”

“Pffft. I won’t be falling off, I promise. I’m far too comfortable for that.” Though, there was always the chance that she would somehow find a way. If anybody could, it was Tora.

“Really?” Her tone was one of mock surprise, meant to be a return to teasing after her brief pouting. “Must mean not a lot of people have had the pleasure of sitting here.”

Again she was leaning we head back to look up at him. After a moment she shrugged her shoulder and ceased with her pouting. “That’s fair.” Leaning back against him, she got comfortable and for a few moments was silent. “Nice lap.”

“Looks like you didn’t pick up on my meaning at all.” With something of a disappointed frown she looked to her arm, and then began massaging where she had been held.

“Oh please.” Tora rolled her eyes, yet her grin did not falter. “The boss’ll be more annoyed with you killing the mood than with me being friendly. You may want to think before you flex your authority, second-in-command.”

“What, forgetting your new squadmates that quickly? The boss’ll be disappointed.” Pissy mood or not, Petra was going to have to deal with Tora. She was not easily dissuaded.

Upon being addressed, Diz released her bite and grinned up at her squadmate. She didn’t need to wake up with any coffee. Instead, she skipped straight to the energy drinks. “Hey.”

Biting @combustivesolution.bsky.social

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Still pouting, if now not a little redder in the face, Tora fumbled in place for a moment before turning on her heels to trudge toward her first task.

With puffed out cheeks and a furrowed brow, Tora considered disregarding his bribe. If he was going to do it anyways, why bother? But she decided to be a good lil’ soldier. At least for the moment. With a long sigh she nodded her head and grumbled “okay.”

The ultimatum had the Corporal puff out her cheeks and pout. Having to work to earn her fun was no fun at all. “Fiiiine, fine.”