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[completelycrazy]

@rockstar

Text me or whatever.

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[originallutece]

[Ah, and now she's smirking, smugly secure now that things are going her way again. It's stupid and petty, but sometimes you just need a win.]

Is that really the phrasing you wished to use, or are you still panicking?

[She's not even hiding her amusement.]

[completelycrazy]

I'm not—Shut up, oh my god.

[He pulls his hand away, turning to grab for his tablet just because it's the first excuse he can think of. He vaguely makes like he's scrolling for a new song.]

You started it. If I would've pulled that same move on you, you'd have flipped, too.

[He surely did not mean to implicate himself in that last bit, but he said what he said.]

[originallutece]

[Oh, god, what a beautiful victory. Rosalind willingly takes a step back, smirking-- and then another, turning to walk away as he scrolls for another song. Little previews burst in her ears before he skips, and it's fascinating for a woman more used to records.]

Here.

[She returns to him, carrying two sawed off lengths of wood. They're ostensibly for propping up one of her experiments, but they're also a decent size for substitute swords.]

Take it. I'll show you how to fight properly, I can do that much.

[And just in case, she reaches past him, gently batting his fingers away. The next song plays as Rosalind takes a step back, holding her sword up.]

Go on.

Raise your sword, Newt.