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Sadie was quiet, taking a long drag from her cigarette and letting the smoke roll out slow. Her eyes were low, almost calculating. She looked like a cougar watching her prey before striking. “What would you do for it?”
All sense of bravado drained from Billie in a second. “W-what?”
Sadie’s eyebrow raised and she shrugged a shoulder. She leant back in her chair, her hips pushing forward in a way that seemed almost… deliberate. “Simple question, ain’t it?”
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So yeah, maybe he snapped for a moment. Maybe he got a little irritated. But sometimes when the only questions you’re being asked are about who you go home to at night, and not about that sick mid air shot you landed with your Wingman during a rotation through the City, you might get a little grumpy. So when some reporter shoved their way to the front of the wall of people to stick their mic in his face and ask “Has anyone managed to tie down the ever-flirtatious Mirage?”, he might have responded without thinking.
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She knew there was only one person in the Games that had his full respect; someone he would do anything for. Octavio’s eyes flashed with anger as he glared at Anita. “You wouldn’t.”
“Oh?” Anita sat forward again, a challenge in her tone. “Then talk to me, Silva. What is going on with you?”
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Bloodhound smiled softly. After a moment, it slowly fell away and they turned their face slightly, letting their hair tumble down to cover their face. “It would seem that my struggles with depression have returned. I do also feel...strange..in regards to how I feel about myself. How I look. How others will see me,” They talked in a voice so hushed, Elliot had to lean in to hear them. They sighed deeply, closing their eyes. “I do not feel good about myself. But it will pass with time. It always does.”
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Octane grinned behind his mask, his leg resuming its steady rhythm. “Not used to staying in one spot for too long,” he tapped his chest, where his stim vials usually slotted in, and wobbled his head around. “Gotta keep moving.”
Gibraltar nodded. “Like a shark.”
Octane outright laughed and Bangalore gave him a look. “Yes! Like a shark!”
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