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[right][color=EC008C]Mission:[/color] On Cloud Nine
[color=EC008C]Interactions:[/color] Dhampir [@Hitman][/right]
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Sophie's eyes drifted toward the sword pointed at her neck, glinting with suspicion. She supposed, then, that she should have figured as much from someone so clearly on edge. Her warm expression fell into a steely neutral, and stayed there. One hand reached for the pistol sitting at her hip.

...Did she just take a step [i]closer[/i] to the deadly energy sword? What possessed her to do [i]that?[/i]

The tension in the room seemed to skyrocket until Miles sheathed his sword. And once he did, her hand left the firearm to rest in its holster. The red bleeding into his cheeks prompted a vague, amused smile to grace her features; unfortunately for him, she found his stammering and blushing quite adorable. Whether or not she'd voice this opinion, however, she could not decide.

[color=EC008C][b]"It's okay,"[/b][/color] Sophie offered once he sat back down. [color=EC008C][b]"It never hurts to be careful, right?"[/b][/color] She took a careful glance at the book tucked under his arm, and smiled once more before taking a seat next to him. She sat just close enough that her arm brushed up against his, and continued to do so with every breath she took. The move was so nonchalant-so effortlessly casual-that she might not have even done it on purpose. Perfume wafted from her person, smelling of peonies and raspberry. She set her own book in the center of her lap, cover face-up: Neil Gaiman's [i]Neverwhere[/i]. [color=EC008C][b]"I'm very sorry for startling you."[/b][/color]