Nah I'm just gonna pretend I just convinced the city to let me out. See how long he buys it for.
[ So, so dry, but she breaks it with a snort laugh this time. She glances across at Wash's door again as she shoulders open her own and walks in backwards. ]
His name's Wash, friend from home. Asshole sub's Felix.
[ Also from home, decidedly not a friend.
She holds the door open for Sombra with her foot. Her apartment is, in fact, boring. There's a couple beer bottles she didn't clear up before getting dragged to jail, a shirt thrown over a chair here, stuff like that, but it's largely the same as when she arrived. The only real personal belongings in the place is a punching bag in one corner of the main room, and a small carved compass rose with the N for north replaced by an S for south—and that one's not in the main space at all, it's in her bedroom. ]
[ A stupid prank instead of an introduction, of course Sombra immediately appreciates that. ]
I'll stay quiet while you psychologically terrorize him, then. Ah, gracias.
[ And she slips in when South, more burdened with things than she is, holds the door open for her. It's the first time she's actually been inside one of these apartments (although she's dug up some blueprints, so she kind of had an idea of what to expect), so without further invitation the curiosity takes over and she's happily inside looking about. Pokes a few things without thinking, curious, and quickly finds herself beside the punching bag. ]
Haha, ever imagine Felix's face when you're using this? You know, just- [ While Sombra hasn't really given South much prior indication of a familiarity with fighting, when she hits the punching bag she does it with a fist (more specifically, a fist while wearing acrylic nails) that she clearly knows how to make, and her form is, tellingly, not terrible. Her accompanying little hyah noise is intentionally silly though, and it turns into a giggle. ] Or is that too bad?
[ The little 'hyah' does make South laugh under her breath as she sets the stuff she's carrying down. She takes note of the familiarity with throwing a punch, too. ]
I actually got fuckin' encouraged to punch that thing whilst imagining Felix when he really pissed me off [ sort of, Drake technically just encouraged her to punch the bag at all ] sooo...
I think printing out a fuckin' picture to tape to it would be where it went a little too far.
[ Has she seriously considered it or is she just joking? Who's to say. ]
[ Okay but the idea of taping a printed out picture of Felix to the punching bag is exactly the sort of thing Sombra would do for a laugh, so obviously it sparks a similar little idea in her head when South says it. But that's a dumb little project for later, and instead Sombra circles back to South and, more specifically, the food. ]
Haha, I don't know, if he's that much of an asshole maybe his punching bag double deserves it.
[ Seemingly content to leave her tech nonsense aside for now, Sombra instead sets to ripping the packaging of dinner open - not impatient or aggressive, really, just careless. ]
I don't really cook, by the way. [ Sarcastic again, ] Just telling you now, so you don't get any housemaid fantasies.
[ South bites back more laughter so it only comes out as a snort, because fuck if that isn’t funny when her partner’s a housemaid of some description back in her world. ]
I cook like a handful of things and still order takeout half the time, [ she slumps into a seat with her own food ] so as long as your don’t expect more than me picking up the takeout tab when you’re around, I think we’re even.
[ Of course whenever Ducky’s over she tends to cook something, but she’s not getting into that right now. ]
[ Sombra's not familiar enough with Ducky yet to know what they may or may not have in common - South is probably a better judge on that one, and can likely already tell that Sombra adds... well, something different anyway. ]
Even.
[ The fridge will be half filled with energy drinks and Sombra's snacks will be in every random cupboard before the month is out, but those are eating habits South's just going to have to find out on her own, because Sombra doesn't offer them upfront. Either way, she seems happy enough with take out so she sits, cross legged the way she does when she's at her desk, to eat with South. A couple bites in, ]
Ay, dios mío, [ A muffled laugh, and in spite of the description she's about to give, she actually sounds pleased, as though maybe she means it in the good terrible food way, ] This is terrible.
[ When she does start filling the fridge and cupboards up with her own stuff, Sombra will find that the state of South's food supplies is... mixed. There are actual ingredients for and occasionally leftovers from proper meals, but mostly there's easy-to-prepare, slap-on-a-timer-and-wait foods, lots of snacks (including a fair supply of beef jerky), and a lot of sports drinks, beer and soda in the fridge.
Also, there's an alcohol cabinet still full of a variety of stuff that came with the place, the whiskey and vodka the only things that have really been touched. ]
So-bad-it's-good, huh?
[ She picks at her own, though her attention and amusement is on Sombra. ]
[ Oh good, she hasn't noticed the contents of the alcohol cabinet yet, but it's likely that a few things in there, after a bit of time, will also be touched. For now, she has her very informal dinner which truly, is all she really wants right now.
Food wise, anyway. Her other wants are, obviously, in a heap where South left them. She'll get to her latest build after. ]
Sí, that. [ Still, Sombra sort of fails to come off as the culinary, fine dining sort. ] Kind of what you expect outside Mexico, though.
Man, you should taste some of the shit you get on like— space stations. Fucking terrible stuff. Still stuff my face with it though.
[ The further out from a terraformed planet you get the more you’re relying on artificially produced stuff or other kinds of things that can be made to last a while in transport. Sometimes a space station’s in orbit over an actual colony, which is a bit different, but often they’re above uninhabited moons and planets or even in goddamned asteroid belts. ]
You know, I want to say no gracias to that because you make it sound like extreme airplane food, but on the other hand- hah, space station food sounds like the sort of thing you should try at least once if you have the chance.
[ So space station food and everything she's sure surrounds those circumstances are points of interest that she files away in her analytical brain - to ask more about later, because right now, she's a little distracted with dinner. It's good enough for her and, in spite of her little complaints, it's extremely likely that South will be hassled into buying it for her again in the future.
After she's finished, Sombra takes a moment to sigh and do a little stretch, sliding a bit off the seat of her chair as she leans her head back, coloured hair spilling over her shoulder when she turns her head towards where her tech is. She babbles something about it in Spanish, what sounds like a checklist she's repeating for herself and not South, before she's turning purple eyes back to South when she realizes she didn't even ask- ]
Oh, yeah [ she swallows one of the last few bites of her food ] not like I like, bought it or anything, but one came with the place. Dunno how good it is like— I dunno, space wise, or whatever, but.
[ Vague gesturing. It exists. ]
You can fuck with how shit's organised as much as you want, too, obviously; not like anyone else is gonna use the room. Haven't even touched it except to tidy up when 'Lina vanished.
No hay problema, you can just buy me a new one if it's trash.
[ There's a playful sort of tone to her voice when she says that, but at the same time, she did also just put a weekly presents for herself condition in a legally binding contract earlier today, so yeah, she is probably (definitely) not kidding.
Sliding off the chair and onto her feet now that she's satisfied with food (and her little stretches), Sombra's wandering off again on a self-guided tour. She knows which door should be hers, and yet, watch as she opens every other door first anyway. ]
Who's Lina? [ As if she doesn't already know who Agent Carolina is. ] Your last contract partner?
[ Snort. ] You need any other furniture for the room, let me know. I haven't exactly been kitting this place out.
[ Which is you know, obvious as Sombra looks around, the punching bag really is the only thing she's added to the place. She's entertained more exercise equipment, but mostly she just hits the gyms for that and does other workouts at home.
She sits up and watches Sombra explore. ]
But yeah, she was. She wasn't living with me that long, really, couple weeks. Knew each other from home, figured signing would keep shit simple. Painless. Then she vanished sooo, whatcha gonna do.
[ They haven't known each other long, but really, has Sombra given any indication so far that she's at all shy with her demands? ]
Painless. [ Said as she quietly recalls some of the things she's learned about Carolina on her own, and also as she disappears into the room she's claiming as hers. She's still talking though, whether or not South follows. ] Guess it makes sense, I'd contract my friends from home too if I could. [ And, with a laugh, ] I don't think Gabe would like my condition about the presents, though. [ He might also protest to being called her friend, but hey, that part's neither here nor there.
While she chats, Sombra is also doing a couple things. First, she's wiggling out of her sweater and throwing it onto the bed, leaving her in that same low cut (and apparently, cropped) tank top she'd been wearing in her earlier video correspondence. Second, she's found the computer chair and she's sitting in it, spinning as she rolls across the room. ]
Hmmm... [ The spinning hasn't quite stopped yet, but, ] I can take the arms off this one for now, but I need a better chair.
Yeah, think it’s a pretty common tactic. Y’know, if you have people from home.
The kinda funny thing is like, ‘Lina was my boss back in the day. Woulda made for a hilarious role reversal if I actually y’know, told her to do stuff, which really wasn’t part of the package.
[ A beat. ]
Fucking her did fulfil some old fantasies, though.
[ What can she say, she was hot for her CO. Anyway, she doesn’t immediately follow, but she has by the time Sombra’s spinning across the room, leaning against the doorframe and watching her. ]
I'm a little short on people from home. But, [ Still spinning in the chair, Sombra again adds a little dazzle to the conversation: digital purple fireworks again, surrounding her as she spins. When she stops, it's because she's put a foot down to ground her just as the chair passes by South so she can face her while she finishes with a grin, ] Now I have you, and you have me.
[ And then there's laughter, as her little display sparkles out, and Sombra's back on her feet. She's made herself a little dizzy but she manages to keep herself steady on her feet anyway, her grin spreading as South's confession about old fantasies settles in. ]
Hah, do you have a lot of those? Old fantasies, that is. [ And, well, here she is in South's space again, looking up at her through (not) innocently batting eyelashes. ] Or new ones, I guess. [ That comment being punctuated not by digital sparkles but the press of curious fingertips to South's stomach, this time. Just a little touch, just because she can. It's fleeting, though, because she doesn't give South a chance to respond before she's snuggled in- ah, as she slips by South in the doorway to go back to the living room for her pillow and backpack.
After she's passed, ] I'd probably fuck my boss here too, I get it.
[ A little more prepared for the fireworks this time she doesn't react as visibly weirdly, and she'd deny it even if Sombra pointed it out anyway. The last thing she wants to talk about right now is her brother's AI.
And it's the last thing she's thinking about after a moment, anyway, when Sombra's fingers are pressed to her stomach. There's the involuntary fluttering of tensing and untensing muscles and then she's rolling her eyes to herself as Sombra slips past her with a quiet snort. ]
Plenty, old and fuckin' new. You got no idea how long it'd been since I got to get fuckin' laid before this place. Fraternisation rules... like, no shore leave... being on the run... one cockblock after another.
[ Not mentioned: being on the run with her brother, specifically; the fact that she didn't give a fuck about fraternisation rules in the Project but caught feelings for someone unattainable; the fact that she would've cared even less about the same rules in a universe she was stuck before here, but there was no one she was into. ]
Being here sure fuckin' changes things. Like making it perfectly fucking excusable to fuck your boss.
[ The mention of fraternization rules, specifically, is the reason for Sombra's laughter this time. She's not exactly an abide by the rules sort of person, and she doesn't feel like South generally is either, so she gets the idea she might be missing a bit of context. Sooo, ]
Fraternization rules, you follow those? Doesn't sound like something you'd care about. [ Said to a woman she barely knows, technically - but even if Sombra wasn't good at reading people, South's kind of an easy read. ] I guess the being on the run part does kind of kill the mood, though.
[ She's rustling about again, fetching her pillow and her bag but leaving her tech components where they are, talking from across the room again, ] Please, if you and your boss want to fuck, why bother with an excuse? [ So okay, that line of thinking is probably why Sombra keeps getting scolded by Talon (Gabriel, mostly) all the time, but does she care? Clearly not. ] I mean, depending on which boss, sure, I might fuck around back home anyway.
Being stuck in close quarters makes it hard not to get caught. [ not a lie, also not the real explanation ] And, okay, ‘Lina was one of a few women on that ship I’d have let shove me against a locker or on my knees, but…
[ Shrugs. She angles herself to mostly be able to watch Sombra wherever she flits about. ]
They had other priorities. Think ‘Lina would’ve demoted me if I hit on her back then.
[ Again, all true or true enough to be joked about, but not really the whole story (though she thinks even if she did explain, she wouldn’t seem like the ‘pines for a friend for years without saying a word’ type, either, it’s not really the image she cultivates). It’s definitely why there needed to be these circumstances to fuck her boss, though. ]
Ooooh, she sounds like quite the lady. [ Sounds spicy. Also, not surprising that there's at least one woman in South's life with that kind of power over her. ] Very powerful.
[ Having fetched the things she wants, Sombra does meander her way back to South. She's kind of used to everyone she works with being taller than she is, but god, she really has to look up with South, huh? ]
My boss, the big boss, I don't know if either of us would actually be interested, but also he's got these- [ Okay and so she's. Making a fist with one hand, and holding it up the way she remembers Doomfist holding his arm when he has the gauntlet equipped, ] Big fucking hands, you know? Makes me wonder.
She’s a tough fuckin’ woman, yeah. I mean, we all were, buuut…
[ Carolina sits very firmly in the ‘could kick my ass and I’d thank her for it’ side of her types, even if in practice having her ass kicked by her actually meant she was usually just as pissed as she was kinda turned on. Same goes for Tex. Annnnd CT, but CT also hit the other side of her types and yeah. Yeah.
Sombra’s little definition earns a snort, because talk about indicators Sombra likes ‘em big, and a brow wrinkle as she actually tries picturing what her metric is for ‘big fucking hands’ is here. No matter, though, she still immediately adds with a dry teasing tone: ]
Sounds like the kind of curiosity that kills the cat.
[ To her credit, she does try to like- flex her hand, or something, even though she does realize that she's the only one here who can actually envision Akande's big fucking hands. ] Hah, if he's wearing that big fucking fighting fist, no gracias, that really would kill this kitty.
[ But, thoughts of being Doomfisted aside, ] Haven't died chasing my curiosity yet, though. Besides, the satisfaction would bring the cat back, wouldn't it?
[ The brief '???' at 'big fucking fighting fist' is definitely visible, but she shakes it off. It's not like she's not familiar with wild tech designed for combat, just... not whatever's going on there, clearly. ]
She nods her head to the side, shrugs one shoulder, ] Mm, guess so. Though, maybe it'd depend on just how satisfied your curiosity actually was.
[ In truth, Sombra doesn't know a whole lot about the functionality of the gauntlet, or Akande's cybernetics. So even though she catches that look of confusion, Sombra has no clarifications to add - she just quietly files another little mental note away, is all. ]
Hm, maybe. I'm always curious, though.
[ Oh, she's back, and she's touching again - a hand back on South's stomach, just a little higher this time. And also, noticeably, a little more forceful when she steps in close and gives South a little push, just to see if she'll resist or back up against the wall behind her. ]
[ She backs up against the wall without even really thinking about it. Oh, it's far from the reaction everyone would get to a push like that, but in certain situations, or from certain people... she goes with it without so much as a huff of protest. Just a step back and the fluttering of muscles under touch, again.
She is pushy, defiant, aggressive, that's all in her nature, but... a lot of women have been surprised to find just how little she ever leans towards being in control, once you get her alone. ]
Only sometimes?
[ There is absolutely no attempt made to hide her smirk. ]
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Nah I'm just gonna pretend I just convinced the city to let me out. See how long he buys it for.
[ So, so dry, but she breaks it with a snort laugh this time. She glances across at Wash's door again as she shoulders open her own and walks in backwards. ]
His name's Wash, friend from home. Asshole sub's Felix.
[ Also from home, decidedly not a friend.
She holds the door open for Sombra with her foot. Her apartment is, in fact, boring. There's a couple beer bottles she didn't clear up before getting dragged to jail, a shirt thrown over a chair here, stuff like that, but it's largely the same as when she arrived. The only real personal belongings in the place is a punching bag in one corner of the main room, and a small carved compass rose with the N for north replaced by an S for south—and that one's not in the main space at all, it's in her bedroom. ]
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I'll stay quiet while you psychologically terrorize him, then. Ah, gracias.
[ And she slips in when South, more burdened with things than she is, holds the door open for her. It's the first time she's actually been inside one of these apartments (although she's dug up some blueprints, so she kind of had an idea of what to expect), so without further invitation the curiosity takes over and she's happily inside looking about. Pokes a few things without thinking, curious, and quickly finds herself beside the punching bag. ]
Haha, ever imagine Felix's face when you're using this? You know, just- [ While Sombra hasn't really given South much prior indication of a familiarity with fighting, when she hits the punching bag she does it with a fist (more specifically, a fist while wearing acrylic nails) that she clearly knows how to make, and her form is, tellingly, not terrible. Her accompanying little hyah noise is intentionally silly though, and it turns into a giggle. ] Or is that too bad?
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[ The little 'hyah' does make South laugh under her breath as she sets the stuff she's carrying down. She takes note of the familiarity with throwing a punch, too. ]
I actually got fuckin' encouraged to punch that thing whilst imagining Felix when he really pissed me off [ sort of, Drake technically just encouraged her to punch the bag at all ] sooo...
I think printing out a fuckin' picture to tape to it would be where it went a little too far.
[ Has she seriously considered it or is she just joking? Who's to say. ]
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Haha, I don't know, if he's that much of an asshole maybe his punching bag double deserves it.
[ Seemingly content to leave her tech nonsense aside for now, Sombra instead sets to ripping the packaging of dinner open - not impatient or aggressive, really, just careless. ]
I don't really cook, by the way. [ Sarcastic again, ] Just telling you now, so you don't get any housemaid fantasies.
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[ South bites back more laughter so it only comes out as a snort, because fuck if that isn’t funny when her partner’s a housemaid of some description back in her world. ]
I cook like a handful of things and still order takeout half the time, [ she slumps into a seat with her own food ] so as long as your don’t expect more than me picking up the takeout tab when you’re around, I think we’re even.
[ Of course whenever Ducky’s over she tends to cook something, but she’s not getting into that right now. ]
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Even.
[ The fridge will be half filled with energy drinks and Sombra's snacks will be in every random cupboard before the month is out, but those are eating habits South's just going to have to find out on her own, because Sombra doesn't offer them upfront. Either way, she seems happy enough with take out so she sits, cross legged the way she does when she's at her desk, to eat with South. A couple bites in, ]
Ay, dios mío, [ A muffled laugh, and in spite of the description she's about to give, she actually sounds pleased, as though maybe she means it in the good terrible food way, ] This is terrible.
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[ When she does start filling the fridge and cupboards up with her own stuff, Sombra will find that the state of South's food supplies is... mixed. There are actual ingredients for and occasionally leftovers from proper meals, but mostly there's easy-to-prepare, slap-on-a-timer-and-wait foods, lots of snacks (including a fair supply of beef jerky), and a lot of sports drinks, beer and soda in the fridge.
Also, there's an alcohol cabinet still full of a variety of stuff that came with the place, the whiskey and vodka the only things that have really been touched. ]
So-bad-it's-good, huh?
[ She picks at her own, though her attention and amusement is on Sombra. ]
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Food wise, anyway. Her other wants are, obviously, in a heap where South left them. She'll get to her latest build after. ]
Sí, that. [ Still, Sombra sort of fails to come off as the culinary, fine dining sort. ] Kind of what you expect outside Mexico, though.
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Man, you should taste some of the shit you get on like— space stations. Fucking terrible stuff. Still stuff my face with it though.
[ The further out from a terraformed planet you get the more you’re relying on artificially produced stuff or other kinds of things that can be made to last a while in transport. Sometimes a space station’s in orbit over an actual colony, which is a bit different, but often they’re above uninhabited moons and planets or even in goddamned asteroid belts. ]
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[ So space station food and everything she's sure surrounds those circumstances are points of interest that she files away in her analytical brain - to ask more about later, because right now, she's a little distracted with dinner. It's good enough for her and, in spite of her little complaints, it's extremely likely that South will be hassled into buying it for her again in the future.
After she's finished, Sombra takes a moment to sigh and do a little stretch, sliding a bit off the seat of her chair as she leans her head back, coloured hair spilling over her shoulder when she turns her head towards where her tech is. She babbles something about it in Spanish, what sounds like a checklist she's repeating for herself and not South, before she's turning purple eyes back to South when she realizes she didn't even ask- ]
You do have a desk in the spare room, right?
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Oh, yeah [ she swallows one of the last few bites of her food ] not like I like, bought it or anything, but one came with the place. Dunno how good it is like— I dunno, space wise, or whatever, but.
[ Vague gesturing. It exists. ]
You can fuck with how shit's organised as much as you want, too, obviously; not like anyone else is gonna use the room. Haven't even touched it except to tidy up when 'Lina vanished.
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[ There's a playful sort of tone to her voice when she says that, but at the same time, she did also just put a weekly presents for herself condition in a legally binding contract earlier today, so yeah, she is probably (definitely) not kidding.
Sliding off the chair and onto her feet now that she's satisfied with food (and her little stretches), Sombra's wandering off again on a self-guided tour. She knows which door should be hers, and yet, watch as she opens every other door first anyway. ]
Who's Lina? [ As if she doesn't already know who Agent Carolina is. ] Your last contract partner?
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[ Snort. ] You need any other furniture for the room, let me know. I haven't exactly been kitting this place out.
[ Which is you know, obvious as Sombra looks around, the punching bag really is the only thing she's added to the place. She's entertained more exercise equipment, but mostly she just hits the gyms for that and does other workouts at home.
She sits up and watches Sombra explore. ]
But yeah, she was. She wasn't living with me that long, really, couple weeks. Knew each other from home, figured signing would keep shit simple. Painless. Then she vanished sooo, whatcha gonna do.
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[ They haven't known each other long, but really, has Sombra given any indication so far that she's at all shy with her demands? ]
Painless. [ Said as she quietly recalls some of the things she's learned about Carolina on her own, and also as she disappears into the room she's claiming as hers. She's still talking though, whether or not South follows. ] Guess it makes sense, I'd contract my friends from home too if I could. [ And, with a laugh, ] I don't think Gabe would like my condition about the presents, though. [ He might also protest to being called her friend, but hey, that part's neither here nor there.
While she chats, Sombra is also doing a couple things. First, she's wiggling out of her sweater and throwing it onto the bed, leaving her in that same low cut (and apparently, cropped) tank top she'd been wearing in her earlier video correspondence. Second, she's found the computer chair and she's sitting in it, spinning as she rolls across the room. ]
Hmmm... [ The spinning hasn't quite stopped yet, but, ] I can take the arms off this one for now, but I need a better chair.
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Yeah, think it’s a pretty common tactic. Y’know, if you have people from home.
The kinda funny thing is like, ‘Lina was my boss back in the day. Woulda made for a hilarious role reversal if I actually y’know, told her to do stuff, which really wasn’t part of the package.
[ A beat. ]
Fucking her did fulfil some old fantasies, though.
[ What can she say, she was hot for her CO. Anyway, she doesn’t immediately follow, but she has by the time Sombra’s spinning across the room, leaning against the doorframe and watching her. ]
Whatever type you want, sure.
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[ And then there's laughter, as her little display sparkles out, and Sombra's back on her feet. She's made herself a little dizzy but she manages to keep herself steady on her feet anyway, her grin spreading as South's confession about old fantasies settles in. ]
Hah, do you have a lot of those? Old fantasies, that is. [ And, well, here she is in South's space again, looking up at her through (not) innocently batting eyelashes. ] Or new ones, I guess. [ That comment being punctuated not by digital sparkles but the press of curious fingertips to South's stomach, this time. Just a little touch, just because she can. It's fleeting, though, because she doesn't give South a chance to respond before she's snuggled in- ah, as she slips by South in the doorway to go back to the living room for her pillow and backpack.
After she's passed, ] I'd probably fuck my boss here too, I get it.
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We sure do.
[ A little more prepared for the fireworks this time she doesn't react as visibly weirdly, and she'd deny it even if Sombra pointed it out anyway. The last thing she wants to talk about right now is her brother's AI.
And it's the last thing she's thinking about after a moment, anyway, when Sombra's fingers are pressed to her stomach. There's the involuntary fluttering of tensing and untensing muscles and then she's rolling her eyes to herself as Sombra slips past her with a quiet snort. ]
Plenty, old and fuckin' new. You got no idea how long it'd been since I got to get fuckin' laid before this place. Fraternisation rules... like, no shore leave... being on the run... one cockblock after another.
[ Not mentioned: being on the run with her brother, specifically; the fact that she didn't give a fuck about fraternisation rules in the Project but caught feelings for someone unattainable; the fact that she would've cared even less about the same rules in a universe she was stuck before here, but there was no one she was into. ]
Being here sure fuckin' changes things. Like making it perfectly fucking excusable to fuck your boss.
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Fraternization rules, you follow those? Doesn't sound like something you'd care about. [ Said to a woman she barely knows, technically - but even if Sombra wasn't good at reading people, South's kind of an easy read. ] I guess the being on the run part does kind of kill the mood, though.
[ She's rustling about again, fetching her pillow and her bag but leaving her tech components where they are, talking from across the room again, ] Please, if you and your boss want to fuck, why bother with an excuse? [ So okay, that line of thinking is probably why Sombra keeps getting scolded by Talon (Gabriel, mostly) all the time, but does she care? Clearly not. ] I mean, depending on which boss, sure, I might fuck around back home anyway.
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Being stuck in close quarters makes it hard not to get caught. [ not a lie, also not the real explanation ] And, okay, ‘Lina was one of a few women on that ship I’d have let shove me against a locker or on my knees, but…
[ Shrugs. She angles herself to mostly be able to watch Sombra wherever she flits about. ]
They had other priorities. Think ‘Lina would’ve demoted me if I hit on her back then.
[ Again, all true or true enough to be joked about, but not really the whole story (though she thinks even if she did explain, she wouldn’t seem like the ‘pines for a friend for years without saying a word’ type, either, it’s not really the image she cultivates). It’s definitely why there needed to be these circumstances to fuck her boss, though. ]
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[ Having fetched the things she wants, Sombra does meander her way back to South. She's kind of used to everyone she works with being taller than she is, but god, she really has to look up with South, huh? ]
My boss, the big boss, I don't know if either of us would actually be interested, but also he's got these- [ Okay and so she's. Making a fist with one hand, and holding it up the way she remembers Doomfist holding his arm when he has the gauntlet equipped, ] Big fucking hands, you know? Makes me wonder.
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She’s a tough fuckin’ woman, yeah. I mean, we all were, buuut…
[ Carolina sits very firmly in the ‘could kick my ass and I’d thank her for it’ side of her types, even if in practice having her ass kicked by her actually meant she was usually just as pissed as she was kinda turned on. Same goes for Tex. Annnnd CT, but CT also hit the other side of her types and yeah. Yeah.
Sombra’s little definition earns a snort, because talk about indicators Sombra likes ‘em big, and a brow wrinkle as she actually tries picturing what her metric is for ‘big fucking hands’ is here. No matter, though, she still immediately adds with a dry teasing tone: ]
Sounds like the kind of curiosity that kills the cat.
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[ To her credit, she does try to like- flex her hand, or something, even though she does realize that she's the only one here who can actually envision Akande's big fucking hands. ] Hah, if he's wearing that big fucking fighting fist, no gracias, that really would kill this kitty.
[ But, thoughts of being Doomfisted aside, ] Haven't died chasing my curiosity yet, though. Besides, the satisfaction would bring the cat back, wouldn't it?
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[ The brief '???' at 'big fucking fighting fist' is definitely visible, but she shakes it off. It's not like she's not familiar with wild tech designed for combat, just... not whatever's going on there, clearly. ]
She nods her head to the side, shrugs one shoulder, ] Mm, guess so. Though, maybe it'd depend on just how satisfied your curiosity actually was.
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Hm, maybe. I'm always curious, though.
[ Oh, she's back, and she's touching again - a hand back on South's stomach, just a little higher this time. And also, noticeably, a little more forceful when she steps in close and gives South a little push, just to see if she'll resist or back up against the wall behind her. ]
Makes me hard to satisfy, sometimes.
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[ She backs up against the wall without even really thinking about it. Oh, it's far from the reaction everyone would get to a push like that, but in certain situations, or from certain people... she goes with it without so much as a huff of protest. Just a step back and the fluttering of muscles under touch, again.
She is pushy, defiant, aggressive, that's all in her nature, but... a lot of women have been surprised to find just how little she ever leans towards being in control, once you get her alone. ]
Only sometimes?
[ There is absolutely no attempt made to hide her smirk. ]
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