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[landfall]

[ Here, Barge, have Racetrack who has just woken up from being a Navy sailor and fighting pirates and seriously what the frak. ]

I am so confused.

[ Help. :c ]

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[landfall]

You're gonna wait until the second?

[ u n i m p r e s s e d ]

[deshabille]

I can't make you feel bad about yourself right away, when you were generous enough not to shoot me in the heart.

[landfall]

[ She leans forward, elbows on the table. ]

Hate to break it to you, but I was aiming for the center of mass. [ She reaches out, and taps just below Mal's collarbones. ] Here.

[deshabille]

Really.

[She almost moves away from the touch, but - doesn't. Her lips curl in a smirk.]

Maybe I won't wait, then.

[landfall]

[ Racetrack pulls away. Because she's not going to hold herself there, that would be awkward. ]

We'll see who comes out on top, won't we?

[deshabille]

We will.

[She taps her lip as though she's thinking, drinks, glances forward.]

It'll be me.

[landfall]

Oh, you wanna frakking bet?

[deshabille]

I do. And I always bet on myself.