𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝟏-𝐔𝐏 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋!

❝ Not a soul. ❞ Between the two of them, Info seemed to be the most confident about all of this, which was a plus for the Farcader. All of the decisions she didn’t have to worry about making? All up to her. Before she can make out another word, the Syntax agent slides right -

Guess i'm kidnapping kit

rooftop meeting

. . . Ugh... FINE. but you better listen this time! AND DONT THINK ABOUT THE SEVEN WHITE WOMEN.

Miss Information saw what she was doing, and it was common in heroes. Rationalizing their actions to get ahead to their main goals. To understand how to get someone from Point A to B, you had to know these things too. But this was different. Instead of, ‘I have to rescue the -

Info was surprised. She didn’t think the Farcade operative had it in her. Always thought the likes of her were too strict, too stubborn, too foolish, motivated by revenge or something of the sort—not considering her other feelings. They both had duties, but they also had -

Miss Information didn’t resist, if anything, that smile of hers reached a point where you wouldn’t think it could become any smugger. Her lips pursed, her arm extending, accompanying her curling hand to the base of the feline’s chin. It was held gently in an effortless grip. -

. . . Ugh... FINE. but you better listen this time! AND DONT THINK ABOUT THE SEVEN WHITE WOMEN.

YOU ARE HOPELESS. . . . FINE. we can go to starbucks. But im still annoyed you didnt even hear my good metaphor.

" Well that's good, cause who knows how long this could take. " He watches her trace the gem, this world clearly means a lot to her ... for some reason. " ... I'll do my best for you, Kit. "

“ Oooh, new slang? Well then, why didn’t ya say so, lass? I may be old, but I’m no stranger to stupid slangs! “