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the mistletoe meme
Huh... There's a mistletoe right above you... T'is the season-- almost. And it looks like you got stuck right under that mistletoe with someone else. And you both can't move until you kiss one another (Of course, not specifying where that kiss needs to happen).

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[fragilities]

[ There's a quiver to Lockne's smile that's curious, to her--perhaps it's that she's feeling uncertain about having locked lips with a woman; Fragile can understand that sort of feeling. In a world that feels so drastically different, so out of control from what they used to live in and experience, even more changes could be overwhelming, enough to push someone over the edge into self doubt and wonder. She doesn't want to be the person to cause Lockne that kind of crisis; she doesn't want to cause trouble again under the guise of being ignorantly well-meaning.

So she smooths her hands down along that peculiar fabric, rubbing at Lockne's shoulders like she's working the wrinkles out of her jacket. It's nice to feel a person, beneath her touch--not the cool handle of a briefcase, or the worn rod of her umbrella.

And she laughs, amused, and winks at Lockne--no, that one is meant for Mama.]

Well, if you find yourself trapped again, I would happily return to get you out of it. [ Neither of them are taking any steps away--but Fragile does let her hands drop, at least for now.] Or maybe I'll pretend to get stuck at the next terminal. I have another delivery, for tonight.

[connecteds]

[ Fragile's words give her a weird kind of hope, and Lockne finds herself smiling, this time with less of that anxious quiver, something more genuine. You like her, Målingen sing-songs in her mind, and she wants to argue, to tell her sister that they're still really just getting to know each other, more acquaintances than they are friends, that scientifically, liking her this soon doesn't make any sense... but she knows that Målingen already knows all of that.

Plus, she knows that those excuses don't really wash. Attraction can't be quantified by the length of time two people have known by one another. ]

Don't tempt me, okay? I'll pretend I'm stuck here so often you'll end up having to set up Fragile Express headquarters here.

[ Oh my God, Lockne, you are so bad at flirting.

Despite the wandering thought - both of theirs more than one - she drops her own hand too from where her fingers were wrapped around Fragile's forearm. Bad, but not too bad for a woman who willingly secluded herself for so long. Plus, it lets Fragile know that she would - happily - kiss her again. ]

[fragilities]

[ To her benefit, Fragile does laugh at that--something soft and almost tinkling, like bells chiming above a shop door. It's a curious thing, to be around Lockne; it's easy enough to tell when her voice changes, though she hadn't spent too much time personally around Mama before everything happened with Sam's journey, and yet there are still parts of her that wonders where one of them ends and the other begins. She supposes that's sort of the point: they're so interlocked that it's hard to be involved with one without being involved with the other.

It's something to think over, on her next trip. Lockne has given her a lot to think about, and for someone who spends the majority of her time locked in her thoughts while making deliveries, she's grateful for the entertainment of something new to toy with.

Maybe she will come back later. To see if Lockne really pretends to be stuck there, later. Maybe she will ask one of the boys to give her the researcher's whereabouts when she's free. Maybe she'll be popping up so frequently in Lockne's radar that she'll have to give it some sort of consideration.

Fragile smiles, almost grins.]

I wouldn't mind that, you know. Having more excuses to see you.

[ She takes a step away so that she can bend, slightly, and pick up her own personal case, and the umbrella folded gently atop it.]

For now, do you think you can handle missing me?

[connecteds]

[ It's everything Locke can do not to blush. For a moment she even forgets to respond to Fragile, busy as she is trying to prevent the rise of red on her cheeks. In the end, though, she manages to offer the other woman a grin of her own, all too aware of her pulse pounding in her ears, so loud that she wonders, self-conscious and entirely illogical, if Fragile can hear it too.

See, sis? I'm not that bad, she claims, even knowing that Målingen can hear all of the worries and concerns in her mind.

Målingen laughs, though. Lockne can feel her smiling from ear to ear; her plans for her sister have fallen perfectly into place, at least for now. The chiral mistletoe trap, according to her, was designed to work only once, so now it can just stay there as decoration, but the scientist really is tempted to get herself "stuck" again later. If it means another of those kisses... ]

I wouldn't mind it either. [ Her tone is as relaxed as she can make it while trying to flirt at the same time. (That said, she's going to collapse when Fragile leaves. She's so out of practice...) ] More excuses, that is. Missing you is something I guess I'll just have to deal with. Right?