#┊dynamic — raleigh + tess.

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@ raleigh. ) with a kick, the crate she'd been sitting on is sent sliding raleigh's way. the beginnings of a smirk tuck away at the corner of the smuggler's mouth. "swallow your pride, stand on the box, and ... up and at 'em."

an eyebrow rose in comfortable silence, fingers maneuvering around her handgun. bristle brush in hand, raleigh stopped all movements to lift her head towards tess. a sarcastic chuckle escaped her mouth, unintelligible mocking tones following. “did joel bribe ya to say that?” she’d heard her fair share of short jokes, and sometimes she even embraced her small and short frame — crawling through impossible spaces and popping up on the other side unharmed.

lifting her hips, she kneeled. pressing one foot flat against the ground, she stood up — gun and brush still in her hands. “you’d have more benefit from having this—” kicking the crate back towards tess, the scraping echoed through the enclosed building. “heard your firecrackin’ knees earlier. do we need to find you some compression shit?”

her wrist started twisting again, cleaning the gun barrel. “more than happy to help you look,” raleigh smiled sweetly.