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" You going to hyperventilate?" She joking mused, but did feel a little bad. Getting to her feet, she turned and held a hand out to him. " But, seriously, ya good?"

" I'm an a**hole, but that not /big/ of an a**hole." She quipped,before allowing herself to flop down beside him. Allowing herself to catch her own breathe, as she felt her heart pounding. " jesus— that was a work out...f***."

" Say UNCLE MOTHER F***AAA—" She chimmed, finally taking her leap, and tackling the male. She honestly couldn't help, but laugh. The fear, this man displayed...god. she'd buy him a beer after. " I think, you've underestimated the power here Wrench— but I'm a good sport." She mused, ruffling his hair. " Your secret— face is safe."

" REAP THE CONSEQUENCES OF CHALLENGING ME— LITTLE MAN!!" She laughed, before she darted off. With a smirk, wide across her features, as she was immediately thrilled with the little cat and mouse chase. Was she a little extreme? F*** yeah. Did she worry? Hell no—

" so—if i pry it off...its free game to see." She said, getting that gremlin energy, as evil chuckle emitted. "Wrench—you got 5 seconds to run...imma getcha." She stated, with only fair warning, before she felt a challenge was set in stone. And there was nothing stopping the 5'4ft, female when she was set.

" Oh come on— 5 seconds. And i won't pester further." She persistently, whined, more or less pleading to actually see. " If it makes you feel better, i could owe you a favor to level the fields.— BUT COME ON ITS KILLING ME. — PLEEEEAAASE." She said, making a faint pouty face, puffing her cheeks out to hopefully, humor him.

" but— i must know— WHATS UNDER THE MASK. this ain't phatom of the opera." She said, as she slowly started get a little closer. " So— i must know, what do you actually look like?!"

" Hey wrench...I'm curious, what are you hiding under your mask?" The brunette, asked actually, sincerely. But with a curious gleam to hazel-green hues.

Hearing his laughter, somehow, honestly made her feel a little more comfortable. Socializing was hard, as it was already. Even if Wrench, seemed more Chaotic,then most. He was one of the few people, who made the brunette feel normalcy. So much so—his own laughter, actually coaxed her own.

(/Oh god her face is cracking

(/head down with a tiny snicker.

" You follow the fresh ~prints~"

" Buh-dunn tiss—"