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Using her ring, she'd spin her cigarette around in the air between her own puffs. Just stimming. Something she's used her ring for quite often. "Ohβ! Uh, hard conversational turn, ahβ What about 'em, girlypop?"
Aya sighed, looking at Blake. "I have to tell you about my family, Blake."
Slipping it into her mouth with a smooch. "Try it! What's the worst that could happen?"
Aya would take it, looking at it confused. "I'm not sure, actually, I don't exactly have lungs..."
About as chill as a girl running off rage can get.
Damn Ridley I didn't know you were chill like that
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had to pretend i didnβt love you to make it hurt less.
". . .I see. . . That's. . .kinda fucked up. No, really fucked, actually. . . We'd be in a fuck ton of trouble then, if we don't keep this shit on the low. . ." She sighs, crossing her arms and glancing aside.
"Red serves Atrocitus, and ever since I... had relations with Razer, well, Atrocitus considers me a threat to Red Lanterns. And if he found I was with ANOTHER Red Lantern..."
β! "The fuck?! Why?! Did I miss a chapter in the Red Lantern rulebook?! Are we like, forbidden or some shit?! Not meant to be?! Are we Han and Leiaβ?!"
"We haven't even had our first Thanksgiving, come to think of it, but I will be sure to have one when it does come arou-" Aya suddenly caught herself, shaking her head. "Some of them are very dangerous! Especially Red, they'll kill me for dating you!"
Not exactly her chosen nickname. Just one that sprouted go Blake's oddly working mind. "Weird. . . . . .but cool. . . .Does that make Thanksgiving hard? . . .Do other planets even have a sorta Thanksgiving?"
Girlypop? She wasn't sure why Blake had chosen THAT as a nickname for her, but she brushed it aside. "Yes, well, they're all like me, just from different Corps."
"Very. Now we're smoking a death pack together! It's romantic n' shit."
Aya sighed. "Fine." Aya would blast a beam at the cigar, lighting it. "Happy?"
Offering a hardlight cigarette and lighter. ". . .Wait, can you even smokeβ?"
Totally not smirking.
damn hogan dead? (forming a hardlight pack of cigarettes. smoking said pack.)
quite frankly i'm exhausted from being angry all the time.
i need someone to beat the shit out of me so i know iβm real.
...Uh, I didn't expect uhβ ...It's a screening of the original Men In Blackβ?
..I mean. what movie.
PLEAAAASE DON'T I HAVE A MOVIE SCREENING TONIGHT
Fear gassing Gotham :)!
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