04 🍎 Some cats, they know how to fight, some cats run

[sauntervaguelydownwards]

So let’s get this straight. Giant monsters attack cities all over the Pacific Rim [aaah he said the title!], slaughtering hundreds of people in destructive rampages, and three-quarters of you dive headfirst into glorified suits of armor to punch and shoot them.

Right. More proof that the lot of you are crazy.

[Private to Loki]
You, me, Monopoly. What do you say?

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[tucky]

What do you mean? There ain't no should; I said it was nice. I didn't want you to say something else.

[sauntervaguelydownwards]

Was there something I could've said that made you want to kiss me?

[tucky]

Nah, it ain't about what you said.

[She can't help but be charmed by him, though. She's taken in easily, and these compliments, man.]

You hit on everyone like this?

[sauntervaguelydownwards]

[Oh good! He's been working on the compliments.]

Not everyone.

[tucky]

Like what percent?

[sauntervaguelydownwards]

What percent of whom?

[tucky]

What percent of people here do you hit on? 'Cause I'm just trying to figure out if you're trying to butter me up to get in my pants.

But because you was nice and flattering, I'll tell you the God's honest truth: if I didn't already have real feelings for someone else, I probably would've kissed you.

[sauntervaguelydownwards]

Not a very large one. 12% maybe? No less than 12%. And my buttering is done strictly after the pants come off.

That's sweet. Still disappointing for me, but sweet.

[tucky]

That's a pretty small percent.

[It makes her feel ~*elite*~]

[sauntervaguelydownwards]

What can I say? I'm selective.

[tucky]

Mmhm. And I made that selection?

[Her life hasn't exactly been devoid of male attention, but "choosey" is not a word that would describe most of the guys that flirt with her.]

[sauntervaguelydownwards]

Pretty and passionate, what can I say?

[tucky]

Yeah.

[She's even blushing now.]