⠀ ( hands slither down to the base of artemis’ neck, digits lightly drumming against her skin as she tilts her head a slight bit, entranced in the bliss that sent shivers down her spine all thanks to the close embrace. ) ⠀

╱ ╱ ⠀⠀ this acc is a little dead

╱ ╱ ⠀⠀ rting to save those

╱ ╱ ⠀⠀ its about time im active here huh

”Well— obviously you gotta have some. But even then, those are a little flexible.” She hums, eyes fixating on her drink as she swirls the alcohol around in the bottle. Artemis hiccups, grin still ever–present. ”Life’s too short to live it by rules !”

she's throwing knives at a wall. huffing.

( artemis’ arms curl around the engineer’s waist, gently pressing their bodies together. it’s sweet, soft. even with a metal prosthetic, her touch is only with clam intent. )

shifting slightly under the engineer’s gaze. artemis calmly clears her throat, not acknowledging natalie’s interest as she continues to pick and tweak at the mechanics of her arm.

”Not too new.” Artemis’ response is near–immediate, as if she had been anticipant for the conversation to start. ”Just haven’t been very social. Nervous ’round new people and . . all that.” She chuckles nervously, screwdriver picking around in the open panel.

╱ ╱ ⠀⠀ i miss writing wattson

╱ ╱ ⠀⠀ heyy

╱ ╱ ⠀⠀ it is good to see you too bestie

╱ ╱ ⠀⠀ WOOOOO *RUNNING EXCITEDLY IN CIRCLES*

╱ ╱ ⠀⠀ slams directly into and falls onto the floor. no longer moving

She thinks. Long and hard. Squinting as she stares blankly behind the bar, zoned out as she attempts to force her mind to remember or at least generate something. ”Wear socks . . only sometimes.”

my ooc marks wont work but rest in peace

”Only sometimes !” Her bottle is held up to the air joyfully, her posture straightening from her leaning forward, only to slump back in her stool, arm lean against the bar. ”Only sometimes. Usually ! But in some cases, socks are a no–no.“

╱ ╱ ⠀⠀ it's back