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Mismatched eyes blink at her, all before squinting. “. . . Why are you looking at me like that?”

Organic thumbs rise—, all before they attempt to force her lips into a frown. “. . . Like that.”

That was. . . Genuinely impressive. She’ll have to teach him that, but for now? He’s squirming—. “. . . And now it makes sense.”

A huff escapes, his head resting against the ground. “. . . Is this how all of your prey meets its end?”

Another soft huff escapes, all before a hand reaches up toward her. “. . . So I see. This is just playing with your food then?”

“You’re taking far too much pleasure in this. . .” Another slight squirm of struggle.

Another squirm—, then another. “. . . I. . . Do not know.”

A low grumble—, though he stops fighting. “. . . So I see.”

Blinks. “Was this sparring—?” His head tilts—, her answer determines his behavior.

And that’s it. Finally, he’s fighting back. Opting to use the force to propel himself forward, opting to pin her. “Good.”

“Was you mounting me without knowing we were sparring not cheating?” Just to mock her, he sticks his tongue out.

“. . . Is beauty not subjective?”

There’s a curt nod. “. . . I am. Is that an issue?”

“. . . Good, I’m. . . Glad to know that. However—, to answer your question? . . . You are.”

He remains still—, unflinching as the other approaches. Though the headpats are taken with a smile. “. . . Thank you?”

“Not on my person—, but in my quarters. Would you like it?”

“Come along—, I have been meaning to get rid of it but thirteen isn’t around.” Turning on his heels—, he’s walking off.

“I roam—, quite often, but even then most of our ranks are missing—.” A hum escapes as he glances back. “Perhaps on mission? Or dead?”

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