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She feels like there are more boxes she could have stamped, and others she maybe shouldn't have.

Are you Scott's type, @daemondaes ?

"Hey -- Naux. Naux. In what world are you dark and mysterious?" He almost chuckles a little, saying it perhaps only with the purpose of teasing her. It's interesting she practically got all the good ones and still manages not one, not two, not three, but "four bingos! That's my lady! It's especially good to know you trust me. I trust you too." And just for fun: "But I wanna know how far it goes: would you invest in a cryptocurrency if I was the one to recommend it?"

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did it on hawkeye and just couldn't resist ... hope this explains why he's head over heels for shego rip

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did it on hawkeye and just couldn't resist ... hope this explains why he's head over heels for shego rip

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He almost can't believe it. Luis might just be a genius. A business legend like no other. "Not all villains, just this very special one." He says, as though he wouldn't do a job if asked politely. "I think this is worth looking into. I'll go break into their lair and let you know what he says."

❝ that's alright, my guy. ❞ luis pats scott on the arm, before elbowing him in the ribs. gently, though. ❝ y'think that drakken dude needs some new security? since y'know, that girl he's beefin' with breaks in all the time? ❞ might as well try to sell some of x-con's features while he has an in. ❝ wait, does this mean we're expandin' our services to the villians now? dope. ❞

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I HAVE FRIENDS, SCOTT. PEPPER IS RIGHT THERE.

"I stand corrected ----- A friend. " Well, she's just thrown Pepper into the line of a whole other fire. "... Does she want a date with a master of the spoken word?"

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He pauses to think about it for a moment, whispering in turn. "Y'know, Luis ... I'm not even sure she has friends. There's just this teenager she keeps fighting with and, uh, I'm not sure Dr. Drakken's your type, buddy."

❝ anytime, bro. ❞ he fist bumps him, before he's leaning in to whisper: ❝ d'you think your lady has any baddie friends that she could hook me up with? ❞

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"Entertaining, Shei? That's all I am?" He doesn't sound even remotely hurt, but he sure does pout about it. ( He'll take ENTERTAINING any day ... except for when it's convenient not to. ) "Wow. Wow. Wow." Now, to completely ignore that last bit about not calling her that: "You wound me, Shei, truly."

❛ keep callin` me that and the only thing you'll be getting away with is a FUNERAL. ❜ cocked brow ; head tilting slightly though she doesn't stave off him grabbing at her hand. yet. ❛ listen here , pipsqueak. i allow things because you're entertaining. say it with me ; ENTERTAINING. that's it. that's all ... SCOTT LANG STOP CALLING ME THAT. ❜

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@crimsonfive ... luis: i also agree

"My man! This is why I trust you with my life. You know what's what. You're awesome too, bud."

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"For someone who thinks I'm the worst, you sure are letting me get away with a lot." He very thoroughly drenches the wound in sea salt. "Shei's a cute nickname -- I think I oughtta use it more, if anything."

THIS MAN. THIS FUCKING MAN. if it were anyone else ? there's a high chance that hand of theirs wouldn't be attached to that forearm of theirs anymore. but here he comes ; interlacing fingers and just HOLDING her hand. an act that simply has her sighing to herself and throwing a deadpan stare in scott's direction. ❛ you. are the worst. THE WORST ... stop calling me that. ❜

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"I have gathered you all here today to discuss the matter of me being awesome, which Shei has personally attested to." He's not lying, he's embellishing. A creative man and all.

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"I can't see them all that well from here." He begins, and just about everyone in the universe possibly knows where he intends to end: with his hand taking hers, fingertips caressing her knuckles. "Ah, yeah, Shei. Just barely touching."

❛ i'm THIS close to throwing you through a wall. see my fingers ? just BARELY touching. ❜

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"Aw, but why, Shei? Why must you ruin my fun, Shei? Don't hurt me like that, Shei."

@aston1sh1ng : can he start calling her shei ( shorthand for sheishei-queen-of-dismay ) or is it too soon

❛ NO. NO HE CAN NOT. if scott likes breathing , he'll know better than to say ANY of that. scotty boy should be lucky he even knows my real name. ❜

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"And I didn't even have to beg! Look what she did to my arm! All out of her own accord."

luis over here, watching the interactions between @aston1sh1ng and @fifthimpact's shego: damn scotty you bagged a baddie, good for you bro

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He waves at her like what just happened is a run-of-the-mill encounter - a sweet gesture, even, from the peppy way he holds his arm up. He's about to walk around town flaunting it until someone asks what happened. That way he can brag. ( Shego bit my arm, isn't that the greatest!? )

no words. no callous remark on her end. just a gloved hand reaching for his arm before she'd sink teeth right into his forearm. enough pressure to leave a visible BRAND but not enough to draw blood ; a bit of bruising even. pulling back with a huff and that hand of hers pressing against his face to give a slight shove before walking off. index rising up over her shoulder with a small wag.

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@fifthimpact : shego biting him to mark her territory tbh

"This is definitely at least going to bruise." He smiles like he hopes it does. "Visual proof of her affection right there."

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[ #4O77 ] An independent, mutuals-only portrayal of M*A*S*H's very own prankster - meets - surgeon : BENJAMIN FRANKLIN "HAWKEYE." PIERCE.  A study in post - traumatic stress, coping through juvenile humor, and the never-ending battle against The Man. As stitched up by Gray ( he/him, 19+ )  

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@fifthimpact : "What are you smiling at?" / from his wife shego

Smiling might be an understatement. His is the sort of distilled joy an expression, though able to capture a fraction, cannot fully realize. He has about him this air of a lottery winner - except if he'd won three within the minute. Sixty seconds : three billion dollars. And such the smile is a three-billion-dollar one.

"You." He says, plain and simple. "I didn't think I'd be seeing you again so soon." Or ever, really, without actively seeking her out himself. "Let alone out of your own volition." Said so chipper, like he's not a superhero and she isn't a villain - like there are no alarm flags that should flare up or concern on his part that there might be danger.

He knows there is. He's lived that. Yet he cannot help it. ( Be strong, Lang. )

"If I didn't think you'd maul me, I'd have probably hugged you by now. Be grateful you're only getting a smile." ( Strong? Who's she? )