after work
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gullwingdoorsBased off the writing prompt "Girls who are in tents"(Eternal Sapphtember #19).)
"Sit still."
"What if I told you that sitting still is making it feel exponentially worse?"
"Just- *nngh!*"
Pop! "AUGH!"
"- long enough for me to do that." Mira popped Noel's shoulder back into alignment, gear-teeth finally locking back together fully, and the intense pain in Noel's shoulder faded. "How's it feeling?" Noel only coughed in response, a faint magical shimmer visible in her breath from the dim lamp-light from above.
Her larger companion, who hadn't bothered to remove the plate from anything but her chest, sighed. "You know, I bet it's really pretty out there."
"Don't taunt me."
Mira leaned over the other titan-killer's back, warm gambeson insulating her from the other woman's cold, exposed surface-metal. It was like leaning against a statue, every time. "I'm not. I just think it'd be nice to imagine the kind of beautiful night it might be outside the tent, even though we're stuck in here for the next few hours."
"*I'm* stuck in here," Noel corrected, grumpily. "*You* were out of range when the beast's insides... vacated themselves of their magic, Mimi. You and that FUCKING naildriver of yours."
"Even though *we're* stuck in here. I'm not gonna leave you to decompress alone, Noe, I don't want you wandering out and getting overtake."
Noel huffed, looking away from the shoulder Mira's face was closer to. The panels along her neck and upper chest lifted slightly, venting a little more heat than usual. "... Fine. I fuckin' guess. Stay in the Sick Tent if you want." Mira leaned in deeper, head now poking fully over Noel's shoulder. "Oh, please, Noe... you know you love Mimi and her big naildriver," she responded sweetly.
Noel turned her head back some, but didn't grace Mira with a proper response. She... kind of couldn't criticize Mimi and her big, stupid naildriver - one was an absolute masterpiece, surely a divine gift risen from the Earth below, a perfect weapon purpose-built to execute the metal husks mercilessly and without hesitation and the only one Noel trusted outside of her own gear to ever get the job done, and the other was her big, stupid naildriver.
Mira wrapped her thick, platemailed arms around Noel's shoulders and pressed her warm cheek against the side of Noel's own, segmented as it was. There the two sat for a while, in silence save for Mira's breathing and Noel's guts working out the excess magic, slowly and surely.
"Asshole," Noel muttered, eventually.
"Stinkwad," Mira cooed in response, gentle and playful, nuzzling the other titan-killer's cheek.
"Sit still."
"What if I told you that sitting still is making it feel exponentially worse?"
"Just- *nngh!*"
Pop! "AUGH!"
"- long enough for me to do that." Mira popped Noel's shoulder back into alignment, gear-teeth finally locking back together fully, and the intense pain in Noel's shoulder faded. "How's it feeling?" Noel only coughed in response, a faint magical shimmer visible in her breath from the dim lamp-light from above.
Her larger companion, who hadn't bothered to remove the plate from anything but her chest, sighed. "You know, I bet it's really pretty out there."
"Don't taunt me."
Mira leaned over the other titan-killer's back, warm gambeson insulating her from the other woman's cold, exposed surface-metal. It was like leaning against a statue, every time. "I'm not. I just think it'd be nice to imagine the kind of beautiful night it might be outside the tent, even though we're stuck in here for the next few hours."
"*I'm* stuck in here," Noel corrected, grumpily. "*You* were out of range when the beast's insides... vacated themselves of their magic, Mimi. You and that FUCKING naildriver of yours."
"Even though *we're* stuck in here. I'm not gonna leave you to decompress alone, Noe, I don't want you wandering out and getting overtake."
Noel huffed, looking away from the shoulder Mira's face was closer to. The panels along her neck and upper chest lifted slightly, venting a little more heat than usual. "... Fine. I fuckin' guess. Stay in the Sick Tent if you want." Mira leaned in deeper, head now poking fully over Noel's shoulder. "Oh, please, Noe... you know you love Mimi and her big naildriver," she responded sweetly.
Noel turned her head back some, but didn't grace Mira with a proper response. She... kind of couldn't criticize Mimi and her big, stupid naildriver - one was an absolute masterpiece, surely a divine gift risen from the Earth below, a perfect weapon purpose-built to execute the metal husks mercilessly and without hesitation and the only one Noel trusted outside of her own gear to ever get the job done, and the other was her big, stupid naildriver.
Mira wrapped her thick, platemailed arms around Noel's shoulders and pressed her warm cheek against the side of Noel's own, segmented as it was. There the two sat for a while, in silence save for Mira's breathing and Noel's guts working out the excess magic, slowly and surely.
"Asshole," Noel muttered, eventually.
"Stinkwad," Mira cooed in response, gentle and playful, nuzzling the other titan-killer's cheek.