Soft breaths curled over frigid lips tainted with the faintest wash of blue. Cold. Though she didn't feel it. Chilled fingertips slowly rose to the air, wiggling stiffly; a shy wave to those who saw.

Is this a bad time? She really feels like this is a baaaad time.

Oh. Well. That's reassuring at least...Sorta. But she's a mess so fingers crossed she fits in! x.com/WittyOperative…

Perfect! Her existence is practically an unresolved issue. x.com/WittyOperative…

Snow is lovely to lay in.

In that case, "It's nice to meet you then, I'm Neva." x.com/WittyOperative…

For a brief moment she smiply stared at the offered hand. With teeth nibbling at her lip she pulled her sleeve over her chilled fingers to take the girls hand. "Pleasure to meet you Charlie." x.com/WittyOperative…

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Neva would have flushed with embarrassment if her blood wasn't so damn cold. "Sorry." She breathed with a shy wince. "Ehm...It's Lixue." x.com/WittyOperative…

She can't make it rain. But she can make it hail. Or snow. Depends on how nice she's feeling.

Drags her sorry ass out of bed. Flops onto couch to continue snoozing.

"Moriarty." She repeated softly, tasting each syllable and letting the sound dance along the tip of her tongue. She liked it. Hell, she thought it suited the firey girl. "Lovely. Very classic dare I say." x.com/WittyOperative…

Understandable nonsense if you ask her.

"Pfft don't thank me. You're the one with the lovely name." She chirped, bashfully waving away the thanks. "So, Miss Moriarty. What can us messes do around here for fun?" x.com/WittyOperative…

Iᴛ·s sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ɪsɴ·ᴛ ɪᴛ﹖ Hᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʙᴜʀɴs ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴜʀɴs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ ᴛᴜʀɴs ᴛᴏ ɪᴄᴇ...

She blinked. Once. Twice. Noted. "I've...Never actually shot anything before." Why do you sound so disappointed?! "Sooo that could definitely be an interesting time." x.com/WittyOperative…