Aʀᴄᴀɴᴇ.

I. . . Do not know what you are talking about.

She looks at the small pile of T-creds in Gilberta's hand, letting out a quiet, soft breath. “I don't want you to pick up extra deliveries on my account.” Arcane's features soften; a faint, genuine warmth easing her usually impassive expression. “I am doing this because I »

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She's found the Light Yuri- “. . .”

… Uh. Fun…? What is it?

being able to picture the Lung reprimanding her. . . Yet she senses a deeper meaning behind the warning she isn't quite grasping. Ear-feathers flop in mild concern as her hands rest in her lap. “I'm not trying to overdo it… I just don't like seeing you handle everything alone.”

Selective.

What a week, huh.

❝𝐁𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞. 𝐘𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐦.❞ 【#ArknightsRP • #AKERP】

Feixiao doesn't so much as flinch as the starskiff is crushed, gaze remaining fixed on the Lord Ravager. “… Don't speak his name as if you understood him.” Her hand settles at her side, ready. “What you're doing isn't efficiency. It's 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦.”