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It wasn't uncommon that Skye had the urge to knock someone's face in at Valorant Protocol. But lately that someone would especially be Yoru.
"Looks heavy Skye, better let me handle it. And then later, maybe a handle on something else?" Yoru watched Skye unload a crate of ammunition.
Skye placed the crate down with a grunt. "Remember what I said last time? Or do you not care about your nose?" She threatened him with a fist.
"Ooh she likes you man," Phoenix hit Yoru's shoulder.
"In what world does a physical threat mean 'I like you?'" Skye was dumbfounded.
"Come on, everyone knows girls are mean to the guy they like," Yoru said.
"So what should a girl do when she doesn't like a guy?" She crossed her arms.
"She should just say so, obviously," Phoenix answered.
"Well then, I'm telling you now that I don't like Yoru."
"It's different for you, you're not a normal girl- you're not girly," Phoenix added.
Phoenix and Yoru grinned knowing Skye was outnumbered. She looked at the both of them and then opened her mouth to continue her argument. She decided against it, knowing it wouldn't accomplish anything- especially with those two. No, no one would take advantage of her patience. Best to just walk away and calm down. She turned around and walked away without a word but of course they had to add more insult to injury.
"Women," Yoru scoffed and Phoenix snickered.
Skye's favorite spot to calm down or to just generally relax at was a bench overlooking a bird watching area a little ways from HQ. It was there since before Brimstone could remember, Skye took the initiative in occasionally refilling the feeders. When her hangout spot came into view, she realized Jett was there. She wished to be alone, but at least it was just Jett.
'She's harmless', Skye thought.
Jett was sitting on the bench, eating a bag of skittles while swinging her legs and watching the birds that came to and from the various bird feeders perched at different spots and heights.
"Mind if I join ya?" Skye stood besides Jett.
"M-mm," Jett shook her head.
When she sat besides Jett she was offered the bag of skittles. She chuckled at the gesture- she didn't care for candy, but she found it hard to deny Jett's offer. She held out her hands and Jett poured way more than Skye didn't want in the first place.
Skye looked down at her cupped hands which were now full of skittles. "Cheers mate," She brought her mouth to her hands to eat one and then looked back up in front of her at the birds. The two sat idly for a bit in the afternoon sun; not thinking of anything in particular, just relaxing. Jett soon ran out of her own skittles, though. She looked pleadingly at Skye. "Take them," Skye said. Instead of taking them all at once, Jett periodically grabbed one from Skye's hands and popped it in her mouth. '...Cute.' Skye thought.
"So, interested in birds?" Skye eventually asked.
"It's something to watch, but I'm mainly here for Doja Cat," Jett took another skittle.
"Doja Cat?" She cocked an eyebrow.
"That one, right there," Jett pointed at a light-brown bird perched on one of the feeders.
"Oh, a mourning dove," Skye confirmed.
"So that's what she is? Wow! I would've never known, thanks." Jett flashed a toothy grin at Skye. "So, you seemed pretty upset when you came here earlier... I mean it's not my business," Jett put her hands up in defense, "But if you'd like to talk about it you can."
"Y'know what- think I'm fine now." Skye bowed her head and smiled slightly to herself. Maybe it was a good thing Jett was there.