[ Vicious, unforgiving audio clicks on and there's the echo of footsteps, the kind of doubling effect that large glass lobbies imply and afford. There's the vague sound of shifting, maybe a coat or a bag or just someone turning in a direction. Then the footsteps come to an audible stop. ]
"Hey." [ This, from
elevatorkick. ]
"Hey." [ And this, from
overreached, and the order alternates this way continuously. ]
"Do you have a second?"
"Sure."
"I've been meaning to ask you about the Underground. You've been there, haven't you?"
"Yeah. Wh--"
[
overreached does not finish. Mistletoe knows no bounds. Holiday cheer continues on its diabolical rampage. Etc, etc, etc. This is to say that what follows is the unmistakable sound of a kiss. Curse ever enthusiastic, it carries on for a moment, then another and there's movement audible too.
That happens to be just enough movement to get the pair out from under the enemy however.
A fist connecting with a face is what happens next and however that sounds, well, the word 'painful' is applicable. This is Lightning after all.
It's not that it was a bad kiss so much as that it was a kiss at all.
Only a second passes before reflex gets thrown back into its place by logic, and her apologetic tone is, in fact, rather genuine....for her. ]
"...sorry."
[ . . . ]
[ooc; NO LAUGHING.
No, I'm kidding. Anyways, actual note is that this is mildly placeholder/very, ;; thank you for kind patience lksdfjsld family stuff when disappear yes....
And also slate blue is Arthur, clearly. Light boring gray is Light.....ning.
/shot and moves on ]