Her voice was soft as she called out to the other. Footsteps light as she walked into Rebecca’s room. While she was anxious, Tomoe knew very well that no harm would befall her in this situation.
“You.. told me you wanted to give me something…?”
“Yup! Here.”
Plop. There was now a flower crown gently placed on Tomoe’s head. Rebecca adjusted it a little bit before backing away, satisfied with a bright grin.
An amused grin was dancing across his lips as he watched his miniature protege try to dislodge her foot from the wall. I think we’ve had about enough for today… Knowing Rebecca, she would continue wanting to try, but after get tossed aside by him so easily and so many times in a row, it was clear that her focus was beginning to wane.
No reason to push her.
“Kennen: End Sim.” The instructions were registered by his navigator as the scenery around them fluctuated for a moment before vanishing, revealing the barren and empty training room. As it vanished he walked over to Rebecca, carefully placing his hands on her shoulders before helping her wrench her foot free.
“You will,” he said, nodding in agreement. “But you don’t have to push yourself to get it now.”
“I could at least make a little bit of headway!”
She huffed as he helped her get her foot out of the wall. She had no idea why it was always her foot that got stuck, maybe something about her armor.
“Thanks, Papa.”
She smiled up at him before getting her rear off the floor and dusting herself off. It was definitely time for a break if she wasn’t making any headway today, that much she could agree with.
“Time for a break, I guess. Maybe I can figure out how to pull it off mentally and try it next time.”
“Ooh….I don’t think I could stand the silence if I turned off my audio feed completely.” Issimo gave a mock shudder at the thought. Sure, he turned his down sometimes (sensitive hearing made crowded lounges and firefights an absolute pain), but to turn it completely off?!
“I was born for music. Silence just hurts!”
“That’d also be why I wouldn’t recommend it.”
She was rather thankful that she had her own room at the very least, though that was a thing for all division commanders. Rebecca stood up, stretching her arms over her head as her back made a popping noise, indicating it was recalibrating from sitting for so long.
“I’m gonna go submit my division report. See you on the command deck later?”
That was the first thought that raced through his mind at the sight of Rebecca- and for the first time in what felt like an eternity the near-deafening anxiety that had been thumping in his processing core was silenced. It was replaced by an odd-soothing numbness as empty buzzing replaced it, his world reduced to nothing more than her.
He was moving without realizing it, stumbling forward on a damaged leg to collapse in front of her. Arms encircled her tightly, pulling Rebecca in a tight hug.
Rebecca was half covered in soot from getting civilians out of burning buildings, half gasping, half coughing out a bit of smoke at his stumble as she was sent to her knees with his weight. She wrapped her arms around him just as tight, burying her sooty face in his shoulder.
“Papa, you’re alive… I’m so glad…”
Her voice was quiet as she held onto him, not thinking about much else. Her armor was a bit wrecked and covered in dirt and who knew what else, but she didn’t care right now.
Send my muse a 👻 and they will share something they fear.
“Heights, not counting when I’m flying up high because I can actually control that, or zip lines cause those are actually fun. Like when I have to climb up something really tall and my legs start shaking.
It’s a really dumb fear considering my current job.”
“Pfft.” Issimo cracked a smile as he corrected his missed typo, and scrolled through his report one last time to make sure there were no more mistakes. “Not with the way my suitemate snores.” He laughed. Besides, he still had too much to do tonight.
After submitting this report, he still had to finalize the tournament roster for Black Lake’s monthly showdown. That alone would take him the rest of the night.
“Oof, I know that feeling. I used to have one that snored all the time and then I got my own room. I turned off my audio feed so I could sleep and kept missing meetings by accident. So I wouldn’t recommend that unless you really wanna sleep.”
She snorted before looking over her own division’s report. She had to submit it in a little while, after which she’d retire to the VR room for training. Her division seemed to be in high spirits today and it was wonderful.
“I did? Aw, 똥.” Issimo took back the data pad with a frown. “I thought I got them all. Mmm…must be more tired than I thought.” He mused out loud. “Thanks for catching that, Rebecca.”
“Hey, it’s no biggie. Glad to help! It looks pretty good otherwise!”
An eyebrow raised, she looked back over at the other for a moment.
“Once y’submit your report, make sure to get some sleep. It’s been pretty quiet around here, so y’can get a full cycle.”
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