[Wow. Well okay. She doesn't fight the smile that takes over. More like a grin that she can't suppress, but certainly not for lack of trying. Both him and Drift- they really were like knights. Drift tends to fight his dorkiness, and Wing... just. Revels in it, it seems. To a point where it's not quite dorky and more just. Embarrassing. Not in a terribly bad way, though. They're both kind of great in their own ways.
So she scales him with a startling ease. Something she was used to with her job back home. Choosing to squeeze herself down on his shoulder. One arm resting between the helm-flare points and over the crest. ]
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So she scales him with a startling ease. Something she was used to with her job back home. Choosing to squeeze herself down on his shoulder. One arm resting between the helm-flare points and over the crest. ]
Uhm. All aboard?