IC CONTACT (futuro & prisma)

[heavyhitter]

username: TARANTO

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[gutpunching]

[They could just go out together, do the whole blaze of glory thing. Nice and dramatic. All things considered, Kolitra's probably a safer bet.]

Making arrangements, how responsible.

[Dry, like he hadn't been weighing options on the matter, himself. He's so proud of you, bud. She knows her capabilities best, so he doesn't argue it. He realizes a little belatedly that he's been restlessly rapping his knuckles against the back of her chair, and he makes an effort to stop it before posing the next obvious question.]

Does Sigma know?

[heavyhitter]

[ She hadn't even noticed it consciously, but the rapping against her chair had been gently fraying at already frayed nerves somewhere in the back of her mind. She only notices it at all when he finally stops, and a little more ease filters in again. She takes in a slow breath to let that seep in a little. ]

Yeah. [ Please, like she wouldn't tell him immediately after finally coming to grips with it herself. She closes her eyes, brow furrowing a little. ] He's infected too, but — symptomless. It's like he's immune, or something.

[ lucky jerk ]

[gutpunching]

[Does he look like a guy who knows what healthy communication between couples is like. (Spoilers, he sure doesn't.) Some dudes might not react all that well to learning their superpowered girlfriend is taking out contingencies in case she needs to be put down like a rabid dog, probably. Good thing Sigma's a trooper, ig.

He exhales sharply, dropping his hand away from the back of her chair, sitting up where he'd been leaning into her.]

Lucky Sigma. [Somehow, it manages to come out breezy and biting and at the same time. Some unkind reflex of petty resentment that's been long swallowed but not deep enough to be strangled out, mixing terribly with the acid burn of aggression being fostered and facilitated by the virus.] Front row seats without having to worry about being in the splash zone. Wonder what the betting odds are on that.

[heavyhitter]

[ The lean away from her would be fine, but not paired with the comment. That has her own short temper flaring up a little, and a frown crosses her face like a dark cloud. ]

Yeah, lucky. [ Which, true, she'd just been thinking herself -- but it's different when someone goes and says it. She pulls back a little as well, the better to direct her frown at Jason. ] Lucky that he might get to watch me -- and a bunch other people on this team -- lose our minds and get put down without being able to do anything about it. That sounds super lucky.