what is mine stays mine.

,,She gets flustered upon given attention..." ( she's writing those words down, her handwriting almost like cat's scratches, messy, turbulent. She was entirely unfazed by Viper's words, though. ) Right... so, you most likely enjoy spending time with your loved ones.

Hazal immediately pulled the man within her strong hold — a bone shattering kind of embrace — full of sincerity as is. She sighed out contently, her tense shoulders finally relaxing as she made sure the man leans against her. Out of comfort, out of honesty. ,,I always gotcha."

( a smirk passed Hazal's smug features, daringly staring at the ruthless woman before her. ) Would shooting me bring you satisfaction? ( she asked, leg crossing the other as her diary rested over her thighs, pen in hand. She slowly straightened her back, setting the pen down. )

,,You dissect people, Viper." Hazal announced forwardly, almost stating it with no regarding emotion — bluntly. ,,I doubt there's much need for formalities or, well — manners."

Not my favorite fanfiction of this month, for sure. .

,,Rushing to judgement already, when I am having purely giggles out of this — look at you, Hannibal Lecter. Ever so serious." She teased with an ironic coo, full attention on the stern woman. ,,Not so fun to be psychoanalyzed for once, hm?"

Kicks it back to her.

?! OUCH?

,,Sabine, you're not /that/ old." Hazal pointed out, closing to notebook to finish her little jokes — ones that seemingly annoyed the doctor. She gave it up, realizing that perhaps this was less fun than intented. What a killjoy. ,,I am an adult. Don't forget that."

...ohokay. ,,What's wrong, peach?" she softly returns the rock, once again.

And I've got a lot of time. ( She crouched by Sage, looking up into her face. )

*🙄 Keep degrading me, I'm close.

Yeah, so do you. We have that in common.

Fade's hand softly patted Sage's head, leaning hers against the healer, too. ,,Perhaps ask, perhaps be patient."