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Ricochet continued to absently look around as she walked beside the smaller woman, a smirk growing steadily across her lips as her compliment sunk in. And then the stammering began again. The ebony woman could have sworn she heard the sound of her heart going full throttle in her little chest. Oh, poor thing. She started to try to deny the compliment, and say that Ricochet was pretty. And then took it back. And then called her pretty again. Then there was this whole comparison made between her and an oncoming storm, at which she couldn't help but let out a low laugh. Her teeth glinted a bit in the light as she grinned at Sparrow. "You couldn't be more right, darling," she drawled. "Except for the whole I'm not pretty thing. Because you definitely are. Nothing wrong with being small, you're freaking adorable," Ricochet added, but then her words trailed a bit as a scent caught her attention, and she immediately forgot everything else.
Peregrine. Speak of the devil, hadn't she been thinking of tracking the little lady down? And here she was, coming up beside her moments later and acting as if she had been there the whole time. The two of them were on a very similar wavelength, so it was as if Ricochet immediately picked up on the mischief (and the hint of jealousy) surrounding Peregrine at that moment. "Where've you been, sweetheart?" the dark woman asked, bumping her hip gently against that of the earthen lady beside her. She turned to look at Sparrow again, an even more devious light in her eyes now. Oh, the poor, poor thing. She had no idea what she'd gotten herself into today.
"Peregrine, this is Sparrow," she said, mismatched eyes looking back at Peregrine as she smirked a bit. She was sure they were on the same page. She could feel it. |