LewdiKris

Marry, because the fuck-cuddle cycle sounds pretty fuckin' great!

Fuck, because I don't know what that means.

Fuck, because i'm in a bad mood. I'd like to change that.

Seeing Mercy mouth the words, Kara tilted her head a touch and... There, she heard them. Close one, idiot. She chided herself. She nodded back at the medtech and thought for a moment. They'd have to keep going, shuffling deeper into the ductwork and see if they could find a way. A flutter of panic fileld her belly, at the realisation that they'd been noticed. But that was a feeling she'd fallen in love with. A smile crinkled her eyes and she began shiffling forward. Be moving, that was the trick, it was always harder to hit a moving target. She slipped further into the ducts, taking the first corner she could and praying that her companions were keeping pace. She kept on, moving until she came across the next grate and peering into it, heart in her slender throat.

Fuck, because I didn't hear no bell.

Fuck, more than once. Let's get those creampie numbers up!

Uh, Fuck. Cause of reasons, and stuff.

ZZZZZzzzzzZZZZZZzzzzz

Fuck. Then fuck the coffee. Then fuck anyone drinking the coffee. Then fall asleep due to a lack of caffeine.

Kara loved this, sneaking around and slipping unnoticed over the heads of people who'd kill or capture her the first chance they got. The thrill of moving unnoticed was deep-seated in the young woman. So, she kept onward until she reached a duct panel, leading to a room below. It was hard to tell what the purpose of the room was, but she listened carefully and didn't catch the sound of anyone below. She turned her head and looked back at her companions, touching a strand of her hair to create just a little neon illumination. Then she lifted one hand and gestured that they could go down here. She didn't realize how the wan light and her grin made her look like a complete madwoman.

Fuck, because I can't not.

Fuck. Because that's the sexiest spider. Googles black windows. Goes pale.

Marry. I mean, who wants to be single in hell?

Kill. "He's onto us!"

Fuck. I need a body for some experiments...

Fuck! Causes if we keep twisting we'll get all the ropes tangled.

Marry. Because who doesn't love a plot twist.

Fuck! Because one should always feed the starving.

Ditto.

Kara has always had the keenest awareness of the perceptions of others. It started in the combat zone when she and her sibling would have to slip through the violence and lawless madness every day to find food or tech scrap to sell. Those kids who didn't learn, on an instinctual, beneath-thought, kind of level were all dead. But Kara had become the best, she'd slip into the gang hideouts and bases, steal whatever she could get her hands on, and out again before anyone knew the difference. This evolved once she reached adulthood, and she discovered just how effective a distraction a pretty face and a tight body could be. So, when they hit the roof, she leaned into shadow and raw concrete to shield her from view. There was a heavy steel roof access door, built like a trapdoor in one corner, there primarily for the maintenance grid for the networking and power cabling within. Kara watched the Chameleon approach, a little fascinated by the shifting colors and thinking, I really gotta learn how to do that. She focuses on the lock, a complex series of failsafes, alarm chips, and self-testing sensors. But she grins, these locks are pointless if you know the trick. She slips a small length of wire, no more than a paperclip really, and casually slips it into one gap before sticking out her tongue and fiddling for a short time. The red padlock symbol flashes green and then fades dark with a click. Kara can't help but grin at Camilla, then she silently slides the trapdoor open, turn her hair black, and lowers her head into the narrow shaft. She then flickers her eyes up to Mercy, judging that the man will fit... Just. With no more hesitation, she slips into the maintenance duct and starts wriggling in an enticing manner until she disappears, hoping to make it to a storage closet, or some other unmanned spot to slip into the building proper.

The fuck train is rolling again! (But I'm going marry. The fucking is implied.)

Kills. "Stay out of my wife!"

WHERE THIS TRAIN'S GOIN' WE WON'T NEED PANTS!

And now, fuck! To celebrate!