[ Okay between the tone of this conversation and the fact she legitimately probably knows two uncontracted subs, tops, whilst stretching the definition of 'knows'... ]
oh it's you the cute woman who was totally not up to anything
[ Yeah she really cannot disagree with Sombra being cute. ]
[ South almost doesn't turn her video on in return because: jail cell, not exactly a dignified position, but arguably her dignity's been gone for years. ]
Depends on your definition of miss. [ it was fun... ] How'd you even figure out I was fuckin' in here? Or is that trade secrets?
[ Because she was definitely fucking up to something before. ]
If you've thought about me since we parted ways, then you've missed me.
[ Is that how that works? It does now. ]
Trade secret, amiga. Maybe I'll let you in on it one day. You know, after you've made it out of there.
[ Definitely fucking up to something, then and now. Both times have included playing coy with South, although considering she's tracked the woman down to message her directly, this one's obviously a little more personal. ]
[ She's not gonna just say it, but sure. She's thought about her. She'll cop to that. ]
And, you're, what, here to help with that out of the goodness of your heart? [ there's sarcasm there, and a Look, but not necessarily judgement, she's hardly got a leg to stand on ] I mean, hey, I know I'm fuckin' hot, but if that was all it took I'd have a contract already.
[ South doesn't need to say it, the response she does give is indication enough that Sombra's right. The self-satisfied look on her smirking face does give way to a little laugh, though, when South mentions the goodness of her heart. Sombra doesn't do a damn thing out of the goodness of her heart, she does them to serve her own needs. ]
Not exactly. [ She notices said Look, and just grins back at her. ] Hah, I'm hot too, guapa, we'd both have contracts already if that's all it took. And yet, neither of us do. The only difference, besides the obvious, [ Said as she turns her head a little, the mark on her throat difficult to miss with the tilt of her head and the low cut tank top she's chosen to wear. ] Is that I have time and options while you, on the other hand, don't.
[ Yeah, that’s about the tone she expected. She’s hardly known for being a ‘goodness of your heart’ kinda gal herself, much as she’s trying to be better she… probably still won’t ever be, she thinks. Not really. Selfishness is to some degree ingrained in her to the bone.
Her gaze follows the line of Sombra’s mark as far down as she can see, because she isn’t known for having shame, but… ] Yeah. One hell of a fuckin’ difference.
What do you want, then? Besides the obvious.
[ She really doesn’t have a lot of other options to get out of her besides prostrating herself at the mercy of the network again, which is quite frankly far more fucking humiliating than anything Sombra might want out of this. ]
[ When she's given South time to look her over, Sombra leans forward a little as she rests her chin against the back of her hand, a fresh set of hot pink acrylic nails with rounded tips at her fingertips. Then, simply, ]
Freedom. [ Unsaid: from the restrictions on her as an uncontracted submissive. ]
Look, I don't know if you've noticed this, but sooner or later we're all going to need a contract. Until then, the city has its boot on our necks, and I want it off. I get the feeling you do too, which means our interests are aligned. Besides, [ This part's punctuated with the return of that devious little smile of hers, shameless when it comes to being a flirt, ] I know you already like me, South.
Eh. [ she nods her head to the side ] I could deny that.
[ But she doesn’t. ]
Freedom. Right. Just how much freedom we talking, here? [ ugh that’s actually the wrong way to word that, she pushes her free hand back through her hair ] I mean— last time I had to do the damn paperwork song and dance, we went real lenient. Bare fucking minimum. Freedom of movement, with money, with work…
[ She snorts softly, because she’s getting the feeling Sombra’s not exactly a traditional jobs kinda gal. ]
…all that kinda shit. Basically all it fuckin’ came down to was her taking the spare room in the apartment.
[ Of course, that was a contract written up with someone she knew better and had reason to trust not to get her in trouble, but well. She’s not actually eager to actually impose fucking rules on someone, because fuck this city’s shit, nor does she even have the leverage to if she did. The power’s really in Sombra’s hands, here. ]
I don’t think it’s possible to get more lax than that, but it can be that lax again.
[ Sombra's not surprised when South does not, in fact, go on to deny that. That's what she thought.
She does sigh, more theatrics than anything else, when South asks how much freedom she means, but stays quiet and considering while South begins describing the details of her previous contract. With someone named Carolina, Sombra knows, someone South knew before this city and, from what she gathers, part of something called Project Freelancer - you know, just normal "extensive and secret background check she doesn't let South know she's even done" things.
Her nails have been tapping thoughtfully against her desk while South talks, but she leans back in her chair and lifts her hand to count on her fingers now as she agrees and/or counter offers, ]
Freedom of movement where ever and whenever I like, freedom of money to use however I like, freedom to do my... [ A pause as she chooses her words here because it's true, she is absolutely not a traditional jobs kinda gal, and laughs when she settles on, ] freelance projects and, [ With a little turn of her wrist, ] You're going to let me live where ever I want, whenever I want. I'm keeping space in the Down, but I need space in the Up too. I'll also fuck you whenever you like, quota or not, as long as you give me attention when I want it and leave me alone when I don't.
Annnnd, [ Grinning sweetly and just about batting her eyelashes at South as she offers her last condition, ] Just because you like me so much, you're going to buy me a present every week. Whatever you want, that part's up to you.
[ South snorts a laugh as she gets to the end of that final condition—because y’know what, fair fucking play, honestly. Sombra has her right where she wants her, why not make the most of it, god knows she would’ve probably done similar once upon a time. ]
I think I can manage that. Presents, sex, attention, whatever—just try not to have any more… teleport mishaps into places I’m on shift, y’know, keep the money coming on my end.
[ She gets fired, and that kinda cuts off the money for buying shit. ]
Split your time however, just y’know, gonna trust you can keep up appearances enough that the city doesn’t drag you back to the apartment when you don’t wanna be there. Don’t have the resources for another place in the Up yet, working on that.
[ In theory. A place with more space, which might suit someone who wants to come and go as they please, really.
She specifically makes no real demands because like fuck she’s in a position to, just… practicalities. She’s been here long enough to see the bullshit that goes down when you get caught doing something they don’t want you to. Sombra’s clearly clever and good enough at what she does not to get caught easily, but… ]
[ There's a laugh and here, she'll pull back a little tiny bit of the curtain and offer a nugget of (potentially unsurprising) truth, ] My translocating tech's fine, you were the unknown variable in that equation.
[ But otherwise, sure. Sombra's aware of the need to keep up appearances so, while she does roll her eyes, it seems similarly playful. ] Of course. You know, despite colourful appearances, I am very good at blending in. So don't worry, I can play nice for you in public. But fine, I won't always be there but I'm making my own space in your spare room anyway, and you can celebrate our new partnership by buying me a new pillow, dinner to go, and a new computer on the way home. [ One of these things is not like the other, but she's quite serious about all three. ]
[ Not exactly a big surprise, no; which, good, really, because so long as Sombra doesn't get discovered fucking with a place South's working at it really doesn't matter to her where she gets up to her 'freelancing'. If her tech works fine... she's gonna guess that won't be an issue.
South would adamantly deny the fact that the choice of words there kinda really fucking does it for her. Adamantly. As it is, there's just a flash of eyes widening which could easily be in response to the computer tacked onto the end of that list. Christ her expenses just went up heavily, didn't they...
Then she just shakes her head with a quiet laugh and shrugs a shoulder. ]
Alllll yours.
Guess I better tell these fuckers I've got my ticket outta here.
[ What can she say, Sombra's an expensive bitch. But South doesn't voice any disagreements and instead concedes to her, to which Sombra grins wide and waves her hand to make the vision of a couple digital fireworks sparkle around her, barely holding back a little breath of laughter. Celebrating a deal well struck and all. ]
Good. I don't think they'll let you leave without a contract signed, so I'll come collect you. See you soon, amiga.
[ But, before she ends her message - a thought occurs to her, and it draws a laugh out her. ]
My name's Sombra, by the way. Figure you'll need to use it soon enough.
[ There is the weirdest little flash of emotion in South's eyes at the fireworks, an unwitting throwback to the Project days and a little AI's fireworks he was so proud of... but it's a split second and then she composes herself, flashing a bit of a grin and then...
Holy shit she didn't even ask her name... she half-laughs half-groans at herself, covering her face with a hand for a second. ]
Sombra. Right. Yeah, be kinda hard to sign the paperwork without a name, huh.
[ Yeah she totally just got all the way to agreeing to a contract without finding out Sombra's name. She can never tell Wash, he'll give her so much shit she's sure. ]
[ Sombra's observant enough that she catches the little falter, however brief, but the only thing she does is file it away for future use. Watching South realize she hadn't even asked her name and subsequently laugh and groan at herself, god, it's so endearing how easily she makes Sombra feel like she has her instantly wrapped around her finger. ]
Stay where you are. [ Ha, ha. ] I'll be there soon. Adiós for now, South.
[ With the wave of her hand the feed ends. And from beyond the closed screen, a very self-satisfied little nuisance is off to collect her prize. ]
[ Ha ha, very funny—she thinks as if it doesn't make her snort a laugh anyway... man, she knows the city isn't exactly wrong when it calls her easy but c'mon she's a parody of herself. It's entirely possible she's just gotten in over her head but y'know what. She can deal with that. Really it may as well be the story of her life.
She gets let out of her cell into the visitation area when Sombra gets there and then there's the whole paperwork song and dance, which is... actually less boring than last time? The lawyer keeps trying to nudge her towards something stricter and checking answers multiple times, but it does eventually actually get finished.
Which means she gets to leave the damn jail. Thank fuck. ]
...I think we raised that lawyer's fuckin' blood pressure a few points, there.
[ When Sombra arrives, she's more covered than she was in her earlier video messages. She's not in her gear like she was the first night they met either, though, and is instead looking a little more casual in purple ombre yoga pants and a long sleeved, high neck sweater. Comfortable. You know, for a contract creation session that makes the lawyer quite a few things other than comfortable.
That's fine, though. Sombra's pleased South doesn't back out of any of her conditions (especially the weekly presents clause), so mostly she just smirks and/or inspects her nails during the writing of it all. And with the paperwork complete, Sombra stands now outside beside South, looking extremely pleased as she looks up at her. ]
It's what they deserve. [ Is that mean spirited? A little, even though she says it with a laugh. ] Come on, dominante, you have celebratory presents to buy me.
[ What's more obvious now South's not just on a screen—but that isn't necessarily news, when you've seen her contract video—is that when she's not in her plain security uniform, she tends towards sportswear as casualwear. Jogging pants, a muscle tank with too-big armholes that show the sides of her sports bra, the whole shebang.
...also, there's usually purple somewhere on her person; today, it's the tank itself. It's only the fact this wasn't exactly planned on her end that really backs up the defence that the colour scheme overlap isn't purposeful. ]
Good fuckin' point. [ yeah, it's maybe mean spirited, but it's not like South's attempts at civility extend to the city ] You're lucky I even have computer money just laying around, y'know.
[ Over six months in the city, most of that employed and spending very little outside of necessities does, in fact, lead to having that kind of money laying around. It won't impact her too badly. The most expensive thing she's bought since getting here was a decent punching bag for the apartment. ]
[ Honestly the sportswear as casualwear is comfortable though, Sombra's frequently like that on off-work days too. It also hadn't gone unnoticed that South's inadvertently matching her a little with the purple because, well, it's just a nice little touch on Sombra's day. ]
Ha, you're lucky I'm here for you to spend it, then, if it's just laying around otherwise. [ A look of feigned sweetness does pretty obviously taint the smile she gives South, likely because she then follows up the first comment with, ] Hopefully when you get back to work you'll have a little more, because I actually need two computers. Just figured we'd start small, is all.
[ For all of her demands, Sombra remains conveniently tight-lipped about the... several PCs, monitors, and other shit she's already acquired through means that may or may not be technically (definitely) illegal. South will just have to find out about that later - for now, Sombra is at least trying not to draw attention to herself as she gets her ideal workspace set up here and, well, what's less attention grabbing in this place than a dominant providing for her submissive? ]
Yeah, right, small. [ a snort ] I've been saving since I got a job. Now they should stop fucking around with my shifts, I should be able to keep up.
[ She's always taken more shifts than she strictly needs to because, well, it gives her something to do. Security's hardly the most interesting work, but it pays alright, and she can pick up extra shifts without much fuss being needed—when they're not messing her around for not being contracted, that is. ]
Alright, computer first? Then your new pillow and whatever food you want?
[ While it's true that Sombra could offer some of the funds she's collected herself in the two weeks that she's been here to help cover the cost of the things she wants, she doesn't. Where's the fun in that? She has South now. ]
Sí, tech first, then pillow, then food. Then you get to take me home with you, and maybe I'll find a way to say thank you. If you're not too tired, that is. You know, seeing how busy you've been the past few days.
[ There's no elaboration on that front, because Sombra doesn't expect she needs to. And if she gets closer, cozied up beside her closer, well, it's just because she's decided to share her itinerary with South after all. A hand goes up and several purple hexagons appear for tapping fingertips, beeping quietly as she presses them, until she turns her wrist and reveals a hard light map of the local area, floating above the palm of her hand and enlarged at the flick of a couple fingers. She has a couple spots marked with little blue indicators, including a PC & electronics store not too far away. She taps it with the tip of one acrylic nail. ]
You've been here longer, you know the city better I do. [ Says the one holding a literal map. ] Take me here first.
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Please, like even being actually busy would wear me out that much.
[ With how stressful the last couple weeks months days have been, like hell just being tired would put her off sex. She can fault the city for plenty but she's gotta give it one thing: at least here when she's had a shit day she can get laid, couldn't do that back in the last place she was stuck. Fucking fraternisation rules.
There's a light roll of her eyes because yeah, says the one holding the map, but she's got a decent handle on the city by now so she does vaguely recognise where that store is. ]
Alright, c'mon. I know it. Sorta.
[ At minimum, she's good at following maps, anyway. So she 'leads' Sombra that way, as if she isn't the one who pointed it out in the first place. ]
[ From what she already knows about South (and from just looking at her, come on), it isn't exactly hard for Sombra to guess that South isn't the type to tire easily even if she were actually busy, but still. Sombra likes hearing it directly anyway. ]
Gracias, mi dominante.
[ Every time she uses that term for South, she never seems to take it seriously. She doesn't seem to take much seriously though, in fairness, and right now, Sombra appears in good spirits with her new companion as she allows her to lead. ]
You'll need to carry it for me, by the way. [ Testing another demand, since she's more than capable of carrying things herself. Shrugging a shoulder to emphasize the little backpack she's brought with her while she gives South another one of her "sweet" little looks, ] I don't think I have room.
[ Every use of the term has South torn between laughing and rolling her eyes, mostly resulting in her doing nothing but shake her head or smirk. Look the taking nothing seriously is the kinda energy she can respect, honestly. ]
And I do? [ she gestures vaguely at her general lack of bag, but ] Yeah yeah, I can carry it.
[ Snarking but going along with shit anyway: a growing trend. Still, it's not like it's going to be hard for her to carry a computer around for a little while. ]
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oh it's you
the cute woman who was totally not up to anything
[ Yeah she really cannot disagree with Sombra being cute. ]
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[ South guessed right, so her reward: is Sombra switching to video, her smirking face visible on the feed as she gives a little wave of her fingers. ]
Hola, amiga. Miss me?
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[ South almost doesn't turn her video on in return because: jail cell, not exactly a dignified position, but arguably her dignity's been gone for years. ]
Depends on your definition of miss. [ it was fun... ] How'd you even figure out I was fuckin' in here? Or is that trade secrets?
[ Because she was definitely fucking up to something before. ]
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[ Is that how that works? It does now. ]
Trade secret, amiga. Maybe I'll let you in on it one day. You know, after you've made it out of there.
[ Definitely fucking up to something, then and now. Both times have included playing coy with South, although considering she's tracked the woman down to message her directly, this one's obviously a little more personal. ]
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Well, by that metric...
[ She's not gonna just say it, but sure. She's thought about her. She'll cop to that. ]
And, you're, what, here to help with that out of the goodness of your heart? [ there's sarcasm there, and a Look, but not necessarily judgement, she's hardly got a leg to stand on ] I mean, hey, I know I'm fuckin' hot, but if that was all it took I'd have a contract already.
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Not exactly. [ She notices said Look, and just grins back at her. ] Hah, I'm hot too, guapa, we'd both have contracts already if that's all it took. And yet, neither of us do. The only difference, besides the obvious, [ Said as she turns her head a little, the mark on her throat difficult to miss with the tilt of her head and the low cut tank top she's chosen to wear. ] Is that I have time and options while you, on the other hand, don't.
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[ Yeah, that’s about the tone she expected. She’s hardly known for being a ‘goodness of your heart’ kinda gal herself, much as she’s trying to be better she… probably still won’t ever be, she thinks. Not really. Selfishness is to some degree ingrained in her to the bone.
Her gaze follows the line of Sombra’s mark as far down as she can see, because she isn’t known for having shame, but… ] Yeah. One hell of a fuckin’ difference.
What do you want, then? Besides the obvious.
[ She really doesn’t have a lot of other options to get out of her besides prostrating herself at the mercy of the network again, which is quite frankly far more fucking humiliating than anything Sombra might want out of this. ]
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Freedom. [ Unsaid: from the restrictions on her as an uncontracted submissive. ]
Look, I don't know if you've noticed this, but sooner or later we're all going to need a contract. Until then, the city has its boot on our necks, and I want it off. I get the feeling you do too, which means our interests are aligned. Besides, [ This part's punctuated with the return of that devious little smile of hers, shameless when it comes to being a flirt, ] I know you already like me, South.
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Eh. [ she nods her head to the side ] I could deny that.
[ But she doesn’t. ]
Freedom. Right. Just how much freedom we talking, here? [ ugh that’s actually the wrong way to word that, she pushes her free hand back through her hair ] I mean— last time I had to do the damn paperwork song and dance, we went real lenient. Bare fucking minimum. Freedom of movement, with money, with work…
[ She snorts softly, because she’s getting the feeling Sombra’s not exactly a traditional jobs kinda gal. ]
…all that kinda shit. Basically all it fuckin’ came down to was her taking the spare room in the apartment.
[ Of course, that was a contract written up with someone she knew better and had reason to trust not to get her in trouble, but well. She’s not actually eager to actually impose fucking rules on someone, because fuck this city’s shit, nor does she even have the leverage to if she did. The power’s really in Sombra’s hands, here. ]
I don’t think it’s possible to get more lax than that, but it can be that lax again.
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She does sigh, more theatrics than anything else, when South asks how much freedom she means, but stays quiet and considering while South begins describing the details of her previous contract. With someone named Carolina, Sombra knows, someone South knew before this city and, from what she gathers, part of something called Project Freelancer - you know, just normal "extensive and secret background check she doesn't let South know she's even done" things.
Her nails have been tapping thoughtfully against her desk while South talks, but she leans back in her chair and lifts her hand to count on her fingers now as she agrees and/or counter offers, ]
Freedom of movement where ever and whenever I like, freedom of money to use however I like, freedom to do my... [ A pause as she chooses her words here because it's true, she is absolutely not a traditional jobs kinda gal, and laughs when she settles on, ] freelance projects and, [ With a little turn of her wrist, ] You're going to let me live where ever I want, whenever I want. I'm keeping space in the Down, but I need space in the Up too. I'll also fuck you whenever you like, quota or not, as long as you give me attention when I want it and leave me alone when I don't.
Annnnd, [ Grinning sweetly and just about batting her eyelashes at South as she offers her last condition, ] Just because you like me so much, you're going to buy me a present every week. Whatever you want, that part's up to you.
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[ South snorts a laugh as she gets to the end of that final condition—because y’know what, fair fucking play, honestly. Sombra has her right where she wants her, why not make the most of it, god knows she would’ve probably done similar once upon a time. ]
I think I can manage that. Presents, sex, attention, whatever—just try not to have any more… teleport mishaps into places I’m on shift, y’know, keep the money coming on my end.
[ She gets fired, and that kinda cuts off the money for buying shit. ]
Split your time however, just y’know, gonna trust you can keep up appearances enough that the city doesn’t drag you back to the apartment when you don’t wanna be there. Don’t have the resources for another place in the Up yet, working on that.
[ In theory. A place with more space, which might suit someone who wants to come and go as they please, really.
She specifically makes no real demands because like fuck she’s in a position to, just… practicalities. She’s been here long enough to see the bullshit that goes down when you get caught doing something they don’t want you to. Sombra’s clearly clever and good enough at what she does not to get caught easily, but… ]
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[ But otherwise, sure. Sombra's aware of the need to keep up appearances so, while she does roll her eyes, it seems similarly playful. ] Of course. You know, despite colourful appearances, I am very good at blending in. So don't worry, I can play nice for you in public. But fine, I won't always be there but I'm making my own space in your spare room anyway, and you can celebrate our new partnership by buying me a new pillow, dinner to go, and a new computer on the way home. [ One of these things is not like the other, but she's quite serious about all three. ]
So, what do you say, dominante? Ready to be mine?
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[ Not exactly a big surprise, no; which, good, really, because so long as Sombra doesn't get discovered fucking with a place South's working at it really doesn't matter to her where she gets up to her 'freelancing'. If her tech works fine... she's gonna guess that won't be an issue.
South would adamantly deny the fact that the choice of words there kinda really fucking does it for her. Adamantly. As it is, there's just a flash of eyes widening which could easily be in response to the computer tacked onto the end of that list. Christ her expenses just went up heavily, didn't they...
Then she just shakes her head with a quiet laugh and shrugs a shoulder. ]
Alllll yours.
Guess I better tell these fuckers I've got my ticket outta here.
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Good. I don't think they'll let you leave without a contract signed, so I'll come collect you. See you soon, amiga.
[ But, before she ends her message - a thought occurs to her, and it draws a laugh out her. ]
My name's Sombra, by the way. Figure you'll need to use it soon enough.
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[ There is the weirdest little flash of emotion in South's eyes at the fireworks, an unwitting throwback to the Project days and a little AI's fireworks he was so proud of... but it's a split second and then she composes herself, flashing a bit of a grin and then...
Holy shit she didn't even ask her name... she half-laughs half-groans at herself, covering her face with a hand for a second. ]
Sombra. Right. Yeah, be kinda hard to sign the paperwork without a name, huh.
[ Yeah she totally just got all the way to agreeing to a contract without finding out Sombra's name. She can never tell Wash, he'll give her so much shit she's sure. ]
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Stay where you are. [ Ha, ha. ] I'll be there soon. Adiós for now, South.
[ With the wave of her hand the feed ends. And from beyond the closed screen, a very self-satisfied little nuisance is off to collect her prize. ]
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[ Ha ha, very funny—she thinks as if it doesn't make her snort a laugh anyway... man, she knows the city isn't exactly wrong when it calls her easy but c'mon she's a parody of herself. It's entirely possible she's just gotten in over her head but y'know what. She can deal with that. Really it may as well be the story of her life.
She gets let out of her cell into the visitation area when Sombra gets there and then there's the whole paperwork song and dance, which is... actually less boring than last time? The lawyer keeps trying to nudge her towards something stricter and checking answers multiple times, but it does eventually actually get finished.
Which means she gets to leave the damn jail. Thank fuck. ]
...I think we raised that lawyer's fuckin' blood pressure a few points, there.
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That's fine, though. Sombra's pleased South doesn't back out of any of her conditions (especially the weekly presents clause), so mostly she just smirks and/or inspects her nails during the writing of it all. And with the paperwork complete, Sombra stands now outside beside South, looking extremely pleased as she looks up at her. ]
It's what they deserve. [ Is that mean spirited? A little, even though she says it with a laugh. ] Come on, dominante, you have celebratory presents to buy me.
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[ What's more obvious now South's not just on a screen—but that isn't necessarily news, when you've seen her contract video—is that when she's not in her plain security uniform, she tends towards sportswear as casualwear. Jogging pants, a muscle tank with too-big armholes that show the sides of her sports bra, the whole shebang.
...also, there's usually purple somewhere on her person; today, it's the tank itself. It's only the fact this wasn't exactly planned on her end that really backs up the defence that the colour scheme overlap isn't purposeful. ]
Good fuckin' point. [ yeah, it's maybe mean spirited, but it's not like South's attempts at civility extend to the city ] You're lucky I even have computer money just laying around, y'know.
[ Over six months in the city, most of that employed and spending very little outside of necessities does, in fact, lead to having that kind of money laying around. It won't impact her too badly. The most expensive thing she's bought since getting here was a decent punching bag for the apartment. ]
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Ha, you're lucky I'm here for you to spend it, then, if it's just laying around otherwise. [ A look of feigned sweetness does pretty obviously taint the smile she gives South, likely because she then follows up the first comment with, ] Hopefully when you get back to work you'll have a little more, because I actually need two computers. Just figured we'd start small, is all.
[ For all of her demands, Sombra remains conveniently tight-lipped about the... several PCs, monitors, and other shit she's already acquired through means that may or may not be technically (definitely) illegal. South will just have to find out about that later - for now, Sombra is at least trying not to draw attention to herself as she gets her ideal workspace set up here and, well, what's less attention grabbing in this place than a dominant providing for her submissive? ]
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Yeah, right, small. [ a snort ] I've been saving since I got a job. Now they should stop fucking around with my shifts, I should be able to keep up.
[ She's always taken more shifts than she strictly needs to because, well, it gives her something to do. Security's hardly the most interesting work, but it pays alright, and she can pick up extra shifts without much fuss being needed—when they're not messing her around for not being contracted, that is. ]
Alright, computer first? Then your new pillow and whatever food you want?
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[ While it's true that Sombra could offer some of the funds she's collected herself in the two weeks that she's been here to help cover the cost of the things she wants, she doesn't. Where's the fun in that? She has South now. ]
Sí, tech first, then pillow, then food. Then you get to take me home with you, and maybe I'll find a way to say thank you. If you're not too tired, that is. You know, seeing how busy you've been the past few days.
[ There's no elaboration on that front, because Sombra doesn't expect she needs to. And if she gets closer, cozied up beside her closer, well, it's just because she's decided to share her itinerary with South after all. A hand goes up and several purple hexagons appear for tapping fingertips, beeping quietly as she presses them, until she turns her wrist and reveals a hard light map of the local area, floating above the palm of her hand and enlarged at the flick of a couple fingers. She has a couple spots marked with little blue indicators, including a PC & electronics store not too far away. She taps it with the tip of one acrylic nail. ]
You've been here longer, you know the city better I do. [ Says the one holding a literal map. ] Take me here first.
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Please, like even being actually busy would wear me out that much.
[ With how stressful the last couple
weeks monthsdays have been, like hell just being tired would put her off sex. She can fault the city for plenty but she's gotta give it one thing: at least here when she's had a shit day she can get laid, couldn't do that back in the last place she was stuck. Fucking fraternisation rules.There's a light roll of her eyes because yeah, says the one holding the map, but she's got a decent handle on the city by now so she does vaguely recognise where that store is. ]
Alright, c'mon. I know it. Sorta.
[ At minimum, she's good at following maps, anyway. So she 'leads' Sombra that way, as if she isn't the one who pointed it out in the first place. ]
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Gracias, mi dominante.
[ Every time she uses that term for South, she never seems to take it seriously. She doesn't seem to take much seriously though, in fairness, and right now, Sombra appears in good spirits with her new companion as she allows her to lead. ]
You'll need to carry it for me, by the way. [ Testing another demand, since she's more than capable of carrying things herself. Shrugging a shoulder to emphasize the little backpack she's brought with her while she gives South another one of her "sweet" little looks, ] I don't think I have room.
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[ Every use of the term has South torn between laughing and rolling her eyes, mostly resulting in her doing nothing but shake her head or smirk. Look the taking nothing seriously is the kinda energy she can respect, honestly. ]
And I do? [ she gestures vaguely at her general lack of bag, but ] Yeah yeah, I can carry it.
[ Snarking but going along with shit anyway: a growing trend. Still, it's not like it's going to be hard for her to carry a computer around for a little while. ]
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