Claire caught the brief change in his expression before the smile returned. It was subtle, but after everything she'd seen over the years, she had gotten pretty good at recognizing when someone was carrying something they didn't talk about.

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Staring... Just starting, a LOT

//Was on designated puppy-sitting duty with the gang. 🫡

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Omg. Catlos Oliveirnya.

//The new and totally unbeatable RE squad were at it today. Featuring: @exumbrellahound.bsky.social as Jill @graceeashcroft.bsky.social as Carlos @unyieldingwill.bsky.social as Claire Myself as Leon.

Claire stayed close behind him as they approached the RPD, her pistol raised while her eyes swept across every broken window and shadowed corner surrounding the station. Seeing the building standing there through the smoke and chaos almost didn’t feel real after everything the city had become.

Claire kept her pistol trained on the gap while Carlos squeezed through, every nerve in her body still wired tight from the horde pressing closer behind them. The second she saw movement forcing its way into the narrow space after him, her expression hardened instantly.

His comments earned him another small huff of air from her as she rolled her eyes. Her ears a vibrant red. Though the ghost of a smile tugged at her lips. "Don't go getting use to it."

( she pauses when he lowers his arm. brows knitting together in quiet confusion. her mask slips a little and she leans forward to place a kiss next to his mouth.) I know. I just worry.

She noticed the flicker of his gaze towards her lips. How could she not? That did little to help the heat in her face. But the moment that confident grin crossed his lips, the heat reached the top of her ears. She let out a huff of air as she crossed her arms over her chest. Turning her head away.

・𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚂𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍・ ✐ ✉ ✎ ┏ ┓ sʜʀᴘ ᴀᴜʀᴘ ᴍᴠʀᴘ ┗ ┛ 𝙾𝚌𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚍 ♡

Claire watched that smile carefully, immediately suspicious of it the second it appeared. Ada always smiled like she knew something everyone else didn’t, and honestly, that alone was enough to put anyone on edge.

Claire let out a quiet huff of amusement, shaking her head slightly. “That might be the closest thing to a compliment I’ll ever get from you.” Her eyes narrowed just a little. “Still doesn’t mean I trust you, Ada. Smart and dangerous usually go hand in hand with you.”

Claire’s brow lifted slightly at the compliment, though suspicion still lingered behind her expression. “Wow,” she said dryly, folding her arms in return. “Coming from you, Ada, that almost sounds genuine.” A faint smirk tugged at her lips. “Guess miracles do happen.”

Claire shot him a quick look at the comment about her having bite, disbelief mixing with a breathless laugh while another shell casing bounced across the pavement near her boots.

"I have that in spades already, I certainly don't need yours too. But thanks for the thought."

"You look far too smug about something for my liking."

She continues to push her a slight distance before moving to hook her arm with her own and walk with her. "I told you I was starving and your brother has been harassing me all morning!"

Her body stiffened the moment they made eye contact. Heat creeping up the back of her neck and across her cheeks. How infuriating this man was. But...why did she kind of like it? "Of course not..." She grumbles.

Well now you really make me want to. How is that fair?

"Not sure I like that expression on your face."

( her cheeks puff slightly as he pinches it. ) Ah! Hey! you haven't seen me because you're always so busy. I'm fine though.... ( a lie, she was upset because she had been worried about him but she didn’t want her mask to slip. )

// omg i promise ill get writing done someday i was in a 13 hr discord call laughing til i cried yesterday hello im here i exist i prommy

A pout tugs at the corner of her lip as she moves her chin away slightly. Her hand raising up to tap against his arm as a red tint crosses her cheeks. "I don't know what you're talking about."

( she opens and closes her mouth but no words seem to come to her. why did they fail when she needed them most? ) ....I'm not drooling....

“ʙᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɢɪʀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛᴀʏ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ.” ᴀʟʙᴇʀᴛ ᴡᴇꜱᴋᴇʀ ᴜꜱ ᴀʀᴍʏ/ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ/ᴜᴍʙʀᴇʟʟᴀ/ʜᴄꜰ ᴘʀᴇ ᴍᴀɴꜱɪᴏɴ- ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛ/ᴅʙᴅ ꜱʜɪᴘꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄʜᴇᴍ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴘʀɪᴀᴛᴇ

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Need a drink?~ #seductivesunday #ss

I'm not staring....

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ooc. He shouldn't be allowed to look that good when he's wet 😩

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Claire barely reacted to the first few shots. The deafening cracks of gunfire, the wet thud of bodies collapsing against pavement — all of it had become sickeningly familiar over the last few hours.

Claire stayed close behind him, boots crunching over shattered glass and loose debris while her eyes swept every dark corner they passed.

"Yes, for the time being though, I'm hungry so let's get going." She gently places her hand on her back and pushes her along.

Claire caught the shift in his stance immediately, along with the way his hand moved toward that massive sword on his back. Prepared, but not reckless anymore. Good.

ooc. Dinner than more replies

Claire’s brows knitted together, showing the clear concern that was etched in every one of her features. If the knife was rusty that was worse than she originally thought. She nods and presses a temporary bandage against the wound. "Okay. Let's get you there. Can you walk?" she offers him her hand.

I actually don't know. I never asked her. Maybe we should. We sure are, but we care about each other that's all that matters. [She laughed softly, her hand reaching out to rest against his arm.]

"Oh I'm sure I can think of something you can do to make it up to me later."

Claire’s grip tightened slightly around the weapon at her side as she studied him through the dim light. Calm voice, unreadable expression… but there was something about him that immediately made her instincts sharpen. Not hostile. But perhaps dangerous in a way she couldn’t explain just yet.

Claire fell into step beside him immediately, close enough that the beam of his torch occasionally caught the edge of her jacket as they moved deeper into the corridor.

Hubby.