But it wasn’t their food. It was Porsche. That bad bitch. Porsche was undoubtedly the most elegant creation on God’s green earth. Her body had the curves to make your mouth water and, usually, bright pink dreads down to hear waist. Right now they were twisted on the top, with cornrows across both sides, putting the back up in a knot. She had eyes like a mother board—and they sparked with flecks of gold in the center. Not that I noticed or anything. She dressed like a techno-goddess, with breezy linen harem pants under a black leather vest with working circuits all over. She had drawn them on with a circuit marker and attached them to all the components to a computer hidden in the lining of her jacket. Bad-mother-fucking-ass. She had an entire computer hidden on her person. She didn’t wear any shoes (So I get to see those delicious feet YAY(Only half joking(Only half joking about half joking))) but had installed a mod to put some metal or Kevlar or some rough shit to protect her toesie wosies into the souls of her feet. She’d also reduced the main nerves to help reduce the pain whenever she stepped on shit or kicked someone. Fucking. Step on me…
“Sorry asshole but you’re in a prime spot and I’m a bad sharer—Vaskya???”
See I had been—
“Vasky have you been avoiding me?”
--her because she had a tendency—
“Vaska I can see straight through you—”
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And I prefer not to be seen. Let alone through.
“Vasky…? Come back to earth Vask-YA”
“Sorry, yeah I’m here. And I’ll have to take a raincheck on answering that first question of yours.”
Whenever she called me Vasky I swear to God my body went through a mini-nut.
Vaska’s cheeks were flushed, but they tried to hide it by turning around and fiddling with something in their backpack.
“Vaskya what the hell. Why.”
Vaska fiddled with one of their gas-mask valves, “well…you remember how…I MIGHT have wanted to kill some people?”
Porsche’s face is best described through hieroglyphic below.
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“You mean the suicidal idea you have to try and hunt down the most dangerous people you decided God wants you to kill in a complicated form of self-harm?”
“This. This was the reason I was avoiding you.”
“yeah well I cant say I blame you.”
There was a few minutes of uncomfortable silence.
“Wait,” Vaska’s head snapped to Porsche, looking her dead in the eye, “The only reason I was able to avoid you is because you’ve been following me!”
Porsche suddenly became very interested in the ends of her hair mumbling, “I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re talking about. Honestly Vasky, sometimes I think your mind is runnin away from you…”
“I KNEW IT,” Vaskya stood and jammed their face close enough to see Porsche’s perfect pores.
Oh no, she knew I was going to do that.
Porsche looked up with only her eyes and started to smile, “What, do you not want me to keep up with you?” She started to move forward towards Vaska, who moved backwards until they were against the wall of the Stack.
“I mean, if you want I can take me and my lips, eyes, hips, collar bone, and feet”
Fuck
“away if you so desire”
Vaska bit their lip and thought for a second, how can I gain the upper hand again? And then their eyes flared and they grabbed Porsche’s hips and shoulder, pulling them down onto the ground, and more importantly, a tender kiss.