[ This wasn't an impressing quadrant they got up in. This was a quadrant of petty annoyances and fantastical piss-offs. She's doing great on the annoyance bit as she stands there doing nothing more but gawking him. It's not entirely off for black flirting, but it ain't her style, and really, it ain't his neither.
Then she's thrusting her helmet at him, and he's forced to let go of the doorframe to grasp it. His brows go up. ]
Your Helmet... and this is being part of your bargain?
[While he suspects as much, the part of him what doubts in all is incredulous she's offering anything, and the others bit just want to make her spell out what it is for true, or at least see her squirm.
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Then she's thrusting her helmet at him, and he's forced to let go of the doorframe to grasp it. His brows go up. ]
Your Helmet... and this is being part of your bargain?
[While he suspects as much, the part of him what doubts in all is incredulous she's offering anything, and the others bit just want to make her spell out what it is for true, or at least see her squirm.
He doesn't show his other hand.]