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"Ew what?" Tina's face scrunches up in distaste. "You're not old. You're cute!" Like 20 or whatever is not old. Is she going to think she's old in a few years? Gross. No.

"But yeah! Just like that! You've got it! If you really were old you'd be telling me to go away. So. You're not. You're cool. And oh! You can also say 'skibidi toilet' just whenever you feel like. It's fun."

There are some other good ones too. She twists her lips together in thought. What else does she say sometimes? "Oh! And!" Tina holds her hands up to her mouth to amplify her voice, "CHICKEN JOCKEY!"

📜+ six-seeeven

"Ok so like. You can just say it anytime it doesn't even matter. If it's too quiet? Six-seeeven. If someone is talking to you and it's boring? Six-seeeven. You just have the urge to say something but you don't know what? Six-seeeven. But like make sure to say it around old people. They don't understand anything and it's so funny."

((I am so sorry everyone.))

"Six seven?" No, she wasn't saying it like that. "Siiix-seevwen." Ah -- her lips slipped.

"I don't think this has any equivalent..." She closes her eyes and feels a small bead of sweat on her temple.

"Six-seeeven!" That was how she was saying it! The wide-eyed heron only hoped she wasn't messing up a really important word.

"Too quiet... six-seeeven!" So that word is like... "A space filler? Like humming?"

If she hums to the tone it was spoken in, she finds herself pleased.

"Old." She points to herself. To a beorc would all laguz be old? She wonders if Tibarn would understand this...

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nonverbal  meme  prompts ↪  they  seem  few  &  far  between,  so  i  tried  to  come  up  with  as  many  scenarios  as  i  could  think  of  where  dialogue  wasn’t  a  necessary  starting  point.  some  are  more  uh  specific  than  others  /  drabble-y,  but  they’re  all  dialogue-free  (  tho  ofc  this  does  not  necessarily  extend  to  the  response  itself  ).  to  reverse  who  sends  what,  send  ‘  [  prompt  ]+  ’  !  alter  any  as  you  see  fit,  &  lemme  know  if  anything’s  unclear  ♡

[  pull  ]  sender  pulls  receiver  closer  to  them

[  touch  ]  sender  places  their  hand  affectionately  on  receiver

[  guide  ]  sender  helps  receiver  through  a  difficult  video  game

[  lean  ]  sender  leans  on  receiver

[  pierce  ]  sender  helps  receiver  with  a  new  piercing  (  doing,  aftercare,  etc  )

[  sit  ]  sender  sits  in  receiver’s  lap

[  spar  ]  sender  pins  receiver  down  in  a  practice  fight

[  cook  ]  sender  makes  food  for  receiver

[  slide  ]  sender  pushes  an  item  across  the  table  to  receiver

[  kiss  ]  sender  kisses  (  lips,  cheek,  forehead,  hand,  etc  )

[  lead  ]  sender  leads  receiver  someplace

[  wound  ]  sender  injures  muse  in  a  fight  (  practice  or  real  )

[  snap  ]  sender  takes  a  photo  of  receiver  (  candid  or  posed  )

[  drape  ]  sender  drapes  their  arm  around  receiver’s  shoulders

[  bullet  ]  sender  takes  a  bullet  for  receiver  (  literal  or  figurative  )

[  nap  ]  sender  falls  asleep  against  receiver

[  teeth  ]  sender  bears  teeth  at  receiver

[  trace  ]  sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  scars

[  cocktail  ]  sender  makes  /  gives  receiver  a  cocktail

[  comfort  ]  sender  comforts  receiver  when  they  are  upset  /  crying

[  bouquet  ]  sender  surprises  receiver  with  a  bouquet

[  massage  ]  sender  gives  receiver  a  massage  (  planned,  spontaneous,  full  body,  shoulder,  etc  )

[  mentor  ]  sender  takes  muse  under  their  wing

[  tattoo  ]  sender  helps  receiver  with  a  new  tattoo  (  doing,  aftercare,  etc  )

[  dare  ]  receiver  acts  out  a  dare  from  sender

[  hug  ]  sender  pulls  receiver  into  a  hug

[  phone  ]  receiver  sees  sender  smiling  at  something  on  their  phone

[  popcorn  ]  sender  makes  popcorn  for  a  movie  night

[  wake  ]  sender  tries  to  wake  receiver

[  groom  ]  sender  tries  to  make  receiver  look  more  presentable

[  flower  ]  sender  places  a  flower  behind  receiver’s  ear

[  sad  ]  sender  looks  at  receiver  sorrowfully

[  playlist  ]  sender  curates  a  playlist

[  fashion  show  ]  sender  tries  to  help  receiver  choose  an  outfit

[  shield  ]  sender  steps  between  receiver  and  danger

[  bandage  ]  sender  helps  bandage  up  receiver’s  wounds

[  duel  ]  muses  get  into  a  fight

[  fear  ]  sender  finds  receiver  having  a  nightmare

[  hold  ]  sender  holds  receiver’s  hand

[  bruise  ]  sender  finds  receiver  with  a  bruise  /  tries  to  help  receiver  cover  up  a  bruise

[  brush  ]  sender  brushes  /  styles  /  dyes  receiver’s  hair

[  portrait  ]  receiver  paints  a  portrait  of  receiver

[  assist  ]  sender  helps  the  receiver  with  a  task  they’re  struggling  in

[  wow  ]  sender  does  something  to  really  amaze  receiver

[  glare  ]  sender  is  still  hurt  after  an  argument

[  roast  ]  muses  roast  marshmallows  together  /  make  s’mores

[  shoot  ]  muses  attend  a  game  of  paintball

[  diary  ]  receiver  writes  a  journal  entry  about  sender  (  maybe  they  find  it  ?  )

[  dance  ]  sender  whisks  receiver  onto  to  ‘  dance  floor  ’  (  can  be  actual  or  pretend  )

[  rest  ]  sender  rests  their  chin  on  receiver’s  head  /  shoulder

[  manicure  ]  sender  paints  receiver’s  nails

[  tuck  ]  sender  tucks  in  receiver’s  shirt,  hair  behind  ear,  etc

[  chin  ]  sender  lifts  receiver’s  chin  up

[  lap  ]  sender  puts  their  feet  in  receiver’s  lap

[  write  ]  receiver  writes  sender  a  note

[  play  ]  muses  play  a  board  game  /  card  game  together

[  glance  ]  receiver  catches  sender  looking  at  them

[  ill  ]  sender  takes  care  of  receiver  when  they  are  unwell

[  hearth  ]  sender  lights  a  fire

[  tap  ]  sender  taps  receiver  on  the  shoulder

[  bake  ]  muses  bake  together

[  read  ]  sender  reads  to  receiver

[  study  ]  sender  tries  to  help  receiver  study

[  push  ]  sender  pushes  receiver  in  anger

[  skill  ]  receiver  tries  to  assist  sender  in  learning  a  new  skill

[  coated  ]  receiver  finds  sender  covered  in  blood

[  gesture  ]  sender  motions  for  receiver  to  follow  them

[  downpour  ]  receiver  finds  sender  out  in  the  rain

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"WHAT!?"

Tina's face turns bright red. "I can't talk to him! Then he'll know! Don't you know anything?"

Really, she thought Nanna would be more informed about things like this.

"I'm just gonna go and look at him. Maybe he'll glance over and be so charmed or whatever that he does my homework for me."

Nanna. Nanna. Nanna. Did you see the new librarian? I thought librarians were like old and crusty but this one is young and hot. Maybe I'll even study now.

"...Tina!"

Nanna blinked the stars from her eyes, tucking her chin to give Tina a searching look. "Where have you been? And--"

...Did you not have eyes for Lord Seliph the last time we spoke?

She considered the inconsequential tides of a young girl's heart, and did away with the inquiry. Instead, she pillowed her cheek in one hand and sighed to herself.

"...Oh, what are we going to do with you?" Fondness filtered in from every syllable. You, we, and the lingering warmth of us.

"...You should study for yourself, Tina." One part coaxing, another part genuine concern. "Hehe, but I suppose if the librarian is to your taste, you should be a little brave for yourself, too!"

Clasping light fist to cheer her on, she shook it in the air.

"You should ask him to study with you... Maybe it would be a fresh start to a budding relationship?"

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Main Street isn't quite as bustling as it would be during the summer months, but that also means there are less eyes on you if you decide to do a little sightseeing. Here, you can observe the elite in their natural environment: sharing tea and gossip in the warmth of a cozy cafe, going to fittings for gowns and suits that must outdo their competitors at the upcoming gala, depositing charitable proceeds into their own personal treasuries, and-- hold on, they're stealing? As it turns out, some (read: almost all) members of Pearl Shoals haven't acquired wealth the good and honest way. And what's more: everyone seems to know that everyone else is lining their own pockets, they just turn a blind eye to it. In order to maintain your cover, you'll have to hide your disgust over this fact. This isn't your mission, after all. But can you restrain your heart from yearning for vigilante justice? Or maybe you have to convince your moral-bound friends from causing a scene. Whatever the case, you have to play it cool. [Grants Faith +1]

@ulircursed

The mission in Pearl Shoals is boring. It's so boring, Tina doesn't even really remember what it is. Too many rich people flaunting their wealth. Real original. She rolls her eyes as she thinks about it.

But what's even more boring is the guy she's stuck wandering the marketplace with. He doesn't talk much, he doesn't do anything but scowl, and ug that hair.

"Hey, do you like use a bowl or whatever when you cut your bangs?" It's the first thing that pops into her head and there is no filter whatsoever. "You know there are people who are trained to make your hair look good, right? They call them hairdressers." Maybe he doesn't know.

She hums as she casually strolls behind him, taking in the sights of the town. More rich people, lots of shops, guy with an ugly mustache chewing out a kid who doesn't look that much older than she is working at a street stall. Wow. Rude. Ugly Stache keeps shopping after the poor kid apologizes profusely for something Tina is sure isn't his fault and, aha, sets down the sweet roll he had just bought to hold up a tacky vest at another stall.

It's the perfect opportunity to introduce some karma into his life (she thinks that's what that means, anyway). She just quietly points her thief staff in the direction of the sweet roll in question aaaaaand bloop! Hers now! That guy was Rude and Dumb and didn't deserve it. Besides, she's hungry.

Would Safy scold her for a) stealing and b) burning a use of a valuable staff like this? For sure. But Safy isn't here, is she? Besides, it's not like anyone is going to notice. They don't even use staves here in Fódlan.

Embezzling? Is That Like Bedazzling?

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Embezzling? Is That Like Bedazzling?

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"Uhhh, she's not..." Oh. Ohhh. He's leaning into the bit already, isn't he? She can play along, too. "Um, yes! You can come in!" Her voice is higher pitched than normal as she pretends to be Saoirse. She's not entirely sure why she's doing that but it feels right. She doesn't know if the woman speaks in a high pitched voice but it's the vibes. It's fine.

When Leif enters the room, Tina is standing in front of a full length mirror, swaying slightly from side to side, unable to take her eyes off her own reflection. The wig has been discarded to the side. This moment isn't about Saoirse. It's about Tina. And she looks fabulous.

Her reflection shows a beautiful Tina. A mature Tina. The type of Tina that people would listen to and take seriously when she expresses her fears and her feelings.

Leif wants to go over the plan again. Ug. Boring.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Plans. Whatever. Can we just talk for a minute about how totally cute I look? Don't you think Safy would like totally faint if she saw me? Oh! I should write to her and tell her! Oh, but then I wouldn't get to see her face when she found out. I bet it'd be really funny."

moment of joy

         ⤷    non-mission task:   pearlescent   ( sword +1 )

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TOA Tina by the wonderful and talented @zefirart ! Thank you so much for bringing my vision for her uniform out of my brain!

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+[TRESPASS] the receiver is caught trespassing in the sender's room.

something's off, sanaki thinks confusedly as she steps inside. had she really left her hairbrush on the dresser? or her closet doosr ajar? or her jewelry - wait, where IS her jewelry box?

sanaki whirls around and catches a flutter of green outside her open window. "wh-hey!" she yells, "get back here!!"

Would it be easier to bleep bloop thief staff? Yeah. Absolutely. But like, maybe there's a thrill in doing the breaking and entering physically rather than magically. Of course that also makes it easier to get caught. Womp womp.

At least she's already gotten pretty far away at this point. So far that she's definitely not going all the way back there to return the goods.

"Oops! Sorry! Don't have a rewarp staff!" And she laughs before sprinting off as fast as she can.

She'll return it some other time. Probably. If she remembers.

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[TRIP] the sender trips the receiver.

maybe one day linhardt will learn a valuable lesson about sleeping on a path. or an elephant path. or a major thoroughfare. today is not that day. they are having a lovely dream involving fat clouds of fairy floss in orange and floating down a river of cream on a comfortable boat.

then a foot hits him in the ribs and he wakes abruptly with a groan of pain.

"owww! what's with the heavy foot? i was dreaming..."

"Heavy foot!?" Tina folds her arms across her chest and glares down at the person who just rudely interrupted her walking path. "What about your bony ribs or whatever!"

Had they been sleeping? Here? It's not even nice out and anyways, there is a perfectly nice and empty bench only a few strides away. She cannot understand why anyone in their right mind would sleep here of all places.

"Get up and find somewhere else to sleep or you're just gonna get kicked again!" Just for good measure and to hammer her point across further she gives them another light nudge with her toe.

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MEET CUTE / UGLY

send a + to reverse the prompt!

— MEET CUTE;

[BUMP] the sender accidentally bumps into the receiver. [SLEEP] the sender falls asleep on the receiver. [PICK] the sender helps pick up something the receiver dropped. [COMPLIMENT] the sender compliments the receiver. [BRUSH] the sender brushes fingertips with the receiver. [CATCH] the sender catches the receiver before they trip. [OFFER] the sender offers food or drink to the receiver. [TOUCH] the sender gently places a hand on the receiver to get their attention. [LIVE] the sender bandages the receiver’s wound. [SAME] the sender and receiver both reach for the same object.

— MEET UGLY;

[HIT] the sender accidentally hits the receiver.  [TOPPLE] the sender falls atop the receiver. [SICK] the sender sneezes / coughs on the receiver. [INSULT] the sender insults the receiver. [SHOVE] the sender shoves the receiver aside. [TRESPASS] the sender is caught trespassing in the receiver’s room. [TRIP] the sender trips the receiver. [SPILL] the sender spills food / a drink on the receiver. [KILL] the sender inflicts a wound upon the receiver. [SAME] the sender and receiver both reach for the same object.

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bruh

lord leif you have skibidi rizz 🙄

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A little note on Tina's return!

Since tsu asked me about it and made me think about it I guess I should share my plans instead of assuming you all can just read my mind. I am not resetting any of Tina's relationships. She went back to Jugdral when I dropped her missing her big sis. Sisterly love turned into sisterly nagging and now she's back in Fódlan for some freedom!

But like dude what the hell did you guys all do to the place while she was gone

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Wanted Plots for June!

Any skill (requires unaffiliated): Give this teen a job. I'm sure it will go so great. Just a really funny prompt. She'd love gossiping. She'd love shoplifting from her workplace.

Faith (requires unaffiliated): throwing the gremlin thief teen into a pile of morally dubios rich people what could possibly go wrong here

Fucked up soup: again I just think the prompt concept is funny ksbdkehd

Cast mate reunions, former buddy reunions also very much welcomed. Or just anyone willing to indulge me in bringing some chaos onto the dash let's just do it

Oh I guess I should also say you can dm me or tag me in the server or whatever

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justicefanged​:

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That’s Not Very Hakuna Matata Of You

Linus hadn’t exactly been expecting a response to his shouting, but the petulant “I ain’t no kid!” that pipes back at him at least tells him where the brat is. He’d been stomping around for quite a while now, so it was about damn time. 

“Oh, really, huh?” he barks out a laugh, kicking at a bush in frustration as he makes his way through the trees to finally come face to face with the little sneak. “Boy, you sure do look like a grown up with that face! Why the hell’d ya ditch the rest’ve the group like that? D’you even know where you’re goin’?” 

For all his bluster, he wasn’t really miffed that she’d left when he was teaching. Wasn’t any skin off his nose if the girl didn’t wanna stick around for classes, but if they were with him, that meant he was responsible for his students’ safety. And sure, he thought some of them were right pains in the ass, but at the end of the day, he didn’t want to see anything bad happen to them. He also didn’t want to get into trouble. More trouble. He was always in trouble, but you know…he did try to lessen it, sometimes.

“I don’t care if ya think my classes or whatever ain’t worth a shit, but if you’re out with me and ya feel like up an’ leavin’, at least fuckin’ tell somebody where you’re goin’! Wastin’ my damn time gettin’ lost out here in the woods…Kids, I swear…”

That last part was absolutely just to get on her nerves.

"Course I know where I'm goin'!" Tina snaps back indignantly. She doesn't. She has absolutely no idea. It hasn't even occurred to her until right this second that she doesn't know where she is but she sure as shit isn't about to admit that little detail. It probably doesn't matter now anyway because he's probably gonna go and make sure she gets where she needs to be. That's what always happens when she gets caught wandering. Someone finds her, gives her a talking to, and she's brought back to where she belongs.

At least she won't have to admit to being lost.

"I told you I ain't no fuckin' kid! Maybe you're just old!"

At that moment, there's a tickle on her arm. She doesn't think much of it and reaches to give a little scratch. But instead of arm she feels something fuzzy. And crawly.

It's a caterpillar.

Tina shrieks and it's earsplitting. She runs as fast as her legs will carry her toward Linus. "Get if off!" Her voice is shrill. "I SAID GET IT OFF!!!!!!!!!!"

Who could have guessed there would be bugs in the woods!

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Hold it by the blade...she makes a little mental note about that. Maybe she'll remember. Maybe she won't. She's not so sure why it matters so much. Why can't he just calmly take it without getting sliced? Maybe it should be his problem not hers whether or not he gets hurt.

Whittling wood...boring. But oho. A good friend. Tina's heard things. She's seen things. People talk when they don't notice who's around them and she is often overlooked. It's fun watching people and gathering the gossip. And oh boy is there some good gossip floating around this school.

Her lips curl into a wicked grin. "Ooooooo! So it's from your booooooyfriend! Hehe no wonder you like cared so much about it! Guess that means ya owe me one, eh professor?" It absolutely means he owes her one at least in her eyes and she definitely means to collect.

Armed to the Teeth — [Riding +1]

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Tina doesn’t pay much attention as Python trudges forward to entertain the wolf one last time. She’s too busy attempting to swing the knife around in what surely must be a very cool manner. Anyone with a sick knife has to look cool when holding it even if they have no idea what they’re doing, right?

But he turns his attention back to her and she hastily hides it behind her back, eyes wide, and a very suspicious look on her face. No one’s ever asked her for their weapon back before after she’s stolen it. Though she’s never actually been this close to one of her victims before either. From a whole map away, it was unlikely that they even knew who it was that took it.

She’s never actually held onto a weapon for this long either. A freshly sharpened blade was far too valuable to the others in Leif’s Liberation Army to remain in the hands of someone who couldn’t use it. She’d have quickly passed it off to someone who could use it or sell it by now.

“Ah fine! Here!” She holds it by the handle as she hands it over. No one’s ever taught her anything about knife safety. She knows it was a shoddy attempt at hiding it so she might as well just give it back. “Whaddya need it for anyway if you’re an archer or whatever?”

“Knives aren’t just for killin’ folks, you know.” That’s an assumption that some sort of brigand or thief might make, truth be told. The accusation sits right on Python’s tongue, held fast by the point of the blade turned toward him. An experienced thief would know how to properly handle their weapon of choice, after all. He sighs, reaching for Tina’s hand gripped around the handle. His job is to teach, and it looks like there’s a lesson to be learned. “Though you’ll be slicing me up real good if you offer it to me like that.” He pries her fingers open, lifting the knife with his fingers. Rather than taking it immediately, he pivots it around until the blade points back toward herself. Then, with a pointed tap of a fingernail against the handle, he reclaims it The light grooves in the sanded handle welcome his fingers like an old friend’s embrace. He smiles at the thought, brushing his thumb along the engraving etched into the polished oak. “This one was made for whittling wood. A good friend of mine paid a pretty penny for it, so I ‘preciate you keeping it from turning into a wolf’s chew toy.”

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Tina gets bored easily and she hates listening to people try to tell her what to do.  She’d been roped into some kind of outdoor class thing...she’s not really sure what this is supposed to be and she really doesn’t care enough to try to figure it out.  The professor isn’t the worst.  He swears enough to be cooler than most authority figures buuuuuut he’s still supposed to be in charge and her base instincts leave her fighting against that.

Eventually, she grows tired of survivalist training and decides to simply Leave.  She says nothing, just turns around and dips.  She doesn’t know these woods and she hasn’t paid a single bit of attention on how to find her way.  The thought that she could get lost does not occur to her at all.  Neither does the fact that anyone might get concerned if they noticed she was missing.  She is simply done and so it is time to find something more entertaining to do.

Tina doesn’t really notice that she’s passed the same group of trees about three times now.  She’s been going in circles but has yet to realize this.  

Then a voice booms out and she whirls around, cheeks puffed out in anger and hands on her hips.  “I ain’t no kid!”

That’s Not Very Hakuna Matata Of You

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While it wasn’t exactly a class, at least, not one Linus had noticed, taking a group of his kids out into the woods was something he liked to do. It gave him time outside of the box of the monastery and keep his head slightly more screwed on, and it gave them a chance to learn some survivalist training. Win-win, right?

Wrong! 

He’d totally lost one of the kids! 

Keeping track of things was not his strongest point, okay?! He tried to break these up into small groups because he knew that, but that didn’t mean it was easy! They could be real brats at times, or he missed something, or one of them wandered off when he was smack in the middle of explaining the best ways to sneak up on something – or someone – while in terrain like this.

So here he was, having sent the rest of the students back as he stomped off to try and find the missing factor in all this.

“Fuckin’ kids, I swear–” Linus grumbled to himself, casting a glance towards the sky through a break in the trees, frowning as he saw that the light was starting to wane.

Fan-fuckin-tastic.

“Hey! Kid! Ya better get ya ass out here now, or ‘m gonna leave ya out here overnight and tell the gatekeepers not to let ya back in!” 

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elusivia​:

Who Is Dandelion [Tina & Zelkov]

Was it Perne or Dandelion? Zelkov was having trouble following her story. “Bugs? He sounds *reprehensible.*” Then again, he was only getting about 70% of one side of a story by how fast she spoke.

“I *do* think that,” he doubled down. Though he had a soft spot for children, sometimes even extended to teenagers, he knew when a thief had a long ways to go. She was personally so conspicuous that she could be a decent decoy, but to actually perform sleight of hand? “A true thief does not allow someone else to pick their po-”

His knitting needles were sitting in her hands.

*?!*

Zelkov patted his pocket, certain she hadn’t been able to actually reach them, and yet. She’d done it. Perhaps he had misunderstood her methods.

“I see. You have an impressive and distracting *front*, only pretending to seem ill adept.” The volume, the generally loud way about her, all very disarming. There was only one explanation he could think of. “You must have *magical* means, or I’d know otherwise.” He humbly took the needles back, tucking them away safely.

“You do know your *shit,* he admitted, to use her own words.

“But I still prefer to work alone, in the shadows, when I must. Perhaps… we are to be friendly *rivals*.”

“Gods, finally!”  Tina throws her hands up in triumph.  “Someone who actually has some sense!  He’s a meanie and a big ol’ bully and I dunno how anyone can think otherwise!”

It’s so refreshing having her thoughts and opinions validated for once.  Even her big sister had simply given her that you-have-got-to-be-kidding-me look when she cried about being tortured and tormented with definitely the biggest bugs to ever been seen in Thracia.  She is pleasantly surprised that Zelkov would listen to her ramblings and come away from them in agreement with her.

Un(?)fortunately(?) the Elusian has gained Tina’s full respect.  

She grins, chest pufffed out with pride when her skills are acknowledged as well.  She’d been completely ready for him to dismiss her on that front too.  But nope.  This super intimidating and talented dude sees her as, perhaps, an equal.  Nobody’d pick a rival that was beneath them!

She shoots him some finger ballistas and winks.  “You’ll know where to find me when ya realize ya need my staff!”