✩ 𝓛𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆.

It's a surprise. (It's on the front of his groin armor.)

"I am Laureline, of the Spatio-Temporal Agency. My ship crashed here after going kablooey. The bigger problem, however, is that my planet and all of its inhabitants seems to be . . . missing." She paused, hoping she sounded genuine. "My luck isn't so great at the moment."

stated matter-of-factly, with just the smallest hint of interest. In truth, she didn't want him to think she being flattering to get out of her detainment, and she realized only after speaking that it probably came off that way. She'd cooperate, then, to show her appreciation. +

cuffs. Pouting, her eyes followed him as he sat. "I thought we were friends! I'm heartbrok—" She trailed off, opting instead to stare at his face blankly. He spoke, but she stayed silent, still just taking in his features. Eventually, she spoke. "Oh! You're handsome." It was +

her arms, and she pulled them both down more than once. To his credit, she was rescued from falling much more often than not. As they arrived, the girl felt suddenly a lot less talkative. She took her seat without complaint, but was slightly resentful when he didn't remove her +

the biting chill was so great. Or perhaps she was just a bit fond of her winter savior. No harm in a bit of innocent flirting . . . Pushed forward, she was forced to then focus on the exhausting task of trudging through the snow. It was much more difficult without the use of +

suspiciously. "Would look bad if I froze to death before you took me in, hm? Or are all the men so chivalrous here?" She took a quick moment to wiggle her shoulders, savoring the warmth. 'Thank you' was not in her vocabulary, but for a moment she considered it, the relief from +

to the blinding white landscape, letting the wind blow her thoughts away. To her shock, the unrelenting cold suddenly felt a little more tolerable, and she realized the soldier had draped a cloth of some sort around her. She tried her best to twist around to look up at him +

dropped as he cuffed her, for a moment worrying she had underestimated the level of danger. Her stomach fluttered nervously; the care with which he placed the restraints on her wrists added an extra butterfly, to her slight annoyance. Electing not to reply, she turned her gaze +

While he called the situation in, she couldn't help but smile at his request for the room to be well-heated. Craning her neck toward his device, she chimed in. "What a gentleman! You hear that? You better listen to him!" After, she fell back on her heels, giggling. The grin +

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Copy that — she'll be waiting for him to return from the frontlines. Though, if he takes too long, she might have to join in on the action!

Planting a subtle lipstick mark on one of @RuthlessClone's armor plates while he sleeps. Which one? Well . . .

Tea doesn't pair well with profanity. Try liquor.

When will @RuthlessClone return from The War™️?

|| that suckssssss. i guess i'll remake my pinned tomorrow lol

|| WHAT...................... this cannot be

|| bro twitter won't let me edit my moment, it's saying it doesn't exist 💀 hate it here

Composes herself quickly. Oh, don't be too offended! It would have been just as funny with a different victim.

Pulling weapon after weapon from her purse. Some resemble guns, others grenades, but the majority are alien; unrecognizable trinkets, the purposes of which only she knows.