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FROM: serket.vriska@cdc.org

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FROM: serket.vriska@cdc.org

As if there was ever any dou8t!

FROM: serket.vriska@cdc.org

Are you in the rover?

FROM: hibari.kyoya@cdc.org
Of course there wasn't.

FROM: hibari.kyoya@cdc.org
I'm not. Why?

FROM: serket.vriska@cdc.org

Haha. Thanks. <3

FROM: serket.vriska@cdc.org

8ecause I want to see you, o8viously!

FROM: hibari.kyoya@cdc.org
Where are you?

FROM: serket.vriska@cdc.org

Around camp.

FROM: serket.vriska@cdc.org

Here, loser.

[ Insert coordinates. ]

[The loser, he'd always believed she'd return. No one was quite as tenacious, he'd claim, but known it was matter of "when" and not "if". He's smiled, so genuine now that it's glowed, though he hides it - embarrassed - and slows his approach.]

Yo.

[He offers his nod, yards away.]

[ She hasn't gotten a lot better at not calling him names. But it's really because she's happy that she's fallen back into old habits, and it'll show on her face as he approaches. Try as he might, she caught a glimpse of that smile of his, and it makes her beam.

Yards? What yards? Vriska flies over to him - literally, of course - and does the same thing she did to Noh: crashes into him and throws her arms around him, though unlike with Noh, her arms go around his neck instead. ]

I did it!

[ She can't contain all this excitement. ]

[She had. She did, and he'd celebrate that.

He's wrapped her, force of it bruising almost. She's solid, and something inside him, it mends; splinters and fragments returned to their place, pieces connecting and portions restored. Perhaps it's a "happiness" healing those parts, sealing the wounds as kintsugi could do, a warming and shimmering gold on his scars.

He's grateful, so gladdened, he's numbed from its feel.]

You're too slow.

[He'd hated it, waiting so long.]

[ Vriska noses at his cheek, and he'll likely feel her grin against his skin. She feels she can grant herself a little open affection, for something like this. ]

Sorry. [ She murmurs, but her voice still thrums with joy. ] I had to make a grand reentrance, you know! That kind of thing takes time to prepare. [ She pulls her head back, her smile softening into something close-lipped and warm. ] So, you know. Ta dah!

[He withdraws suddenly, still aching in places. Most places. Too careless, returning the hug without thought, and damaged, his arm sort of "sounds" for that move. Stubborn, he all but ignores it, its cries. Nothing, not even his wounds could distract. Vriska was here, and alive, and too real.]

I was bored.

["You were missed".]

This is the second time...

[Spoiled, he offers complaint about that.]

[ WHY CAN'T SHE ROLL HER EYES IT IS A GRAND INJUSTICE ]

Whatever! Tell you what. Next time I just won't fail off my team again, and then you won't have to wait at all! Deal?

[ Something. Hm. Seems off about him, but what is it... ]

[Hibari was "off" as a rule, but he hums, a pleased sort of sound his response.]

That's fair.

[Satisfied, he seems to be.]

I'll erase it from your record.

Gee. Thanks, officer! What would I do without your benevolence?

[ Vriska pulls in close again, settling against him with her arms around his neck. She's missed doing this. For a long while now she's been kind of fucked up over her feelings for him. Ever since he challenged Gliese...

But this is okay, for now. ]

[Such a smart mouth! He'd "arrested" some others for lesser offense.]

Is that what you'll call it?

[He allows it, Vriska's wrapping--- used to it. So much he's becoming so used to, and still, he couldn't return it as opened and soft, mimicking motions and learning from that, though violence remained his expression of choice. Regardless, he's genuine, warming with time. She'd have to forgive him his stubbornness too.]

I suppose you'd be in trouble.

[Then again, she seemed to like trouble just fine.]

Trouble? Me?

[ Her innocence is mocking. She does what thieves do and steals from him, too, though this time it's just a kiss. ]

Never. You must be thinking of someone else! I have never been in trouble in my life. Or death!

[Rude little thing. He frowns for that, turning his head, teasing back.]

You're in trouble for swiping kisses.

[But he warms, a feeling that glows him, again--- pleasant, and leaving his lips sort of blushed. His better arm lifts, brushing fringe from her face.]

I'll expect them returned.

[ She has the goofy, half-formed thought that she kind of wants to lean into his touch.

God, she is in so much trouble.

Getting a little bit of control over herself again, she lets go and floats away from him, lifting both eyebrows. ]

Returned? You think a thief ever returns what she's stolen? Please. Only if you made me!

Oh?

[He watches her, clearest surprise on his eyes. It seemed sort of... forward, like challenge somehow, though most of him wants to accept, giving chase. In the end, he approaches but still a bit slowed; part for his injuries, part still reserved, but the heart of him rightly intrigued by it all.]

Shouldn't you be running, then?

[ That surprises a sweet laugh from her, and she hops back once, twice, putting distance between them. ]

Please! Like you could catch me? I'd like to see you try!

[As usual, she'd called his bluff. Stubborn, he'd manage a run, but no more.]

You'll fight me again, won't you?

[He's off like a child, all bruising ignored; lunging, regardless of damages, fast.]

If I catch you?

[ Perhaps surprisingly, she doesn't try to dodge him again. She stays where she is, letting him capture her, and instead gives him a narrow, thoughtful smile. Unlike a moment ago, now there's an edge of danger to her, razor sharp and begging for blood. ]

I'll fight you again, Kyoya. But you'd better not bore me, or I won't go nearly as easy on you as I did last time.

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