#s:radio silence

[teamorcd-a]

a small giggle can be heard right before two gloved hands sit on chroma's shoulders with a small squeeze. it was almost as if she was playing a game of 'guess who?' // neo to chroma!

Anyone coming from behind Chroma so unexpectedly was grounds for an immediate retaliation. The only saving grace was that giggle, one she could never ever forget. Tension melted and the faunus relaxed back in her seat, hands coming up to meet soft gloved ones. Ears flopping down to rest on the top of steely hair as her head tilted back.

“Hey you, long time no see.” She knew what she said. “What trouble were you up to, hmm? Enjoying not working for a bitch?”

Leaving either of these two alone lead to trouble. Together there was trouble. A universal constant. Of course despite Chroma’s languid state, it took no effort to insult someone worthy of it.

A teasing grin came to Chroma’s face, turning around more to face Neo. “You better be hanging around for awhile.”