FORTY-FIVE : never gonna regret

[wristsniper]

[When she feels like she's heard enough, and had enough time, her first stop is Pyro's house.

Her second stop is Eirin's house.

Her third stop is her own home.

It's time to make this assault happen.]

[Filtered to "military" personnel + Crawford]

I want a recruitment update by the end of the week, and reports of any lasting damage.

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[hop_toit_udonge]

-Opening the door, and trying not to look pleased.-

To what do I owe the pleasure?

[wristsniper]

[No words.

She steps inside and closes the door behind her.

And, from the deepest part of her soul, she hopes she never regrets what she's done. Maybe it'll be a relief to go home.

For several moments, she can't do anything but look at Eirin, and when she finally speaks, it's oddly loud.]

Are you free tomorrow night?

[hop_toit_udonge]

I certainly can be, if you need me to be.

[wristsniper]

{YES.]

I don't need you to be, but I'd like to take you out...

[hop_toit_udonge]

-Wait, what-

... Are you asking me out on a date, Olivier?

[wristsniper]

[Did she say something wrong? Is it bad? IS IT NOT OKAY???]

...Yes.

[hop_toit_udonge]

... I would be honored, in that case.

[wristsniper]

[WELL SEE NOW THAT WASN'T TOO HARD WAS IT.]

I'll come pick you up at seven.

[hop_toit_udonge]

How should I be dressed?

[wristsniper]

Semi-formal.

[She won't say it, but she happened to pick up that dress Eirin liked.]

[hop_toit_udonge]

I can manage that, then.

[wristsniper]

I'm looking forward to it. [She steps forward.] As for now...

[hop_toit_udonge]

For now... ?

[wristsniper]

[A small step even closer.]

The drones are gone?

[hop_toit_udonge]

As gone as they are going to get, medically.

[wristsniper]

Good.

[She doesn't even bother with being mild in her approach; she slips one of her hands against the side of Eirin's waist, moving in close.]