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“Hey Kotori?”
“Hmm?” Kotori asked as she studied the mess of wires and technology that made up the bomb the two of them were squished shoulder to shoulder in front of in a small closet due to a motion activation system on the thing.
Umi put the switchblade she was holding with the knife extended down on the discarded box cover and lightly nudged her with her shoulder, “kiss for luck?”
Kotori could see the hinted smirk of cheekiness the alpha had developed within the last year and a half when she looked at her. She rolled her eyes and giggle at the movie cliche line, “Umi-chan doesn’t need luck, since when has she ever needed that?”
“True, I don’t need luck,” Umi agreed and picked up the switchblade again before she gave her a ridiculous smirk, “kisses though…”
“You get plenty of those at home!” Kotori shoved the alpha for the cheeky response with a laugh, “you’ll survive without them while we’re working!”
“Eh,” Umi shrugged and counted out wire connections with her fingers while she looked at Kotori out of the corner of her eye, “who says I will? Besides, am I not the city hall’s hero? Every story has the cliche with the hero being kissed by the really cute, or in my case very beautiful, girl, why can’t it be reality?”
“Just disarm the bomb Umi-chan,” Kotori laughed and got an exaggerated eye roll,
“Fine, but only because my lady said so,” Umi smirked despite the formal title and cut the last of the thirteen wires she had cut to disarm the thing. “What about now?”
“Sure, the hero can get a kiss,” Kotori laughed and didn’t mind when Umi leaned over and kissed her.