—𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐒

“Jeez, you're the second hopeless poet I've met today... what, is it my hair? It's gotta be my hair, right? I did grow it out...”

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There's some crazy mood whiplash happening rn whenever I look back to the TL, lmao.

“Okay. Just making sure I understood that part.”

“Now what the hell was that about me being pretty?”

F: “Hey, L. You still down for that bet?”

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Model L talking about aggressive flirting. Meanwhile, Atlas is actively dragging Aile to DMs on the second date. /hj but also /srs

[NC]

L:"Aggressive. Flirting. We need to shove all our love interests down some stairs."

Atlas chuckles, practically coos at Aile's reaction.

“Yeah, this is for me. You don't mind walking out of her a little marked up, right?”

Whoa, no brakes anymore, huh-

Once they get back to the room, Atlas tosses Aile onto the bed, before pinning her beneath her own weight.

“Hold on...”

She's waiting for the door to close... aaaand there we go.

“You have no idea how badly I want to bruise you right now~.”

? Was? Was that flirting, or-?

“Room. 𝐍𝐨𝐰.”

She tightens her grip around Aile, particularly her thigh and waist...

Totally not staring.....

And he was just getting over Aile doing the same thing...now Atlas? Lord help him with the vest wearing girls around him...

After a few moments of silence, Atlas turns around, and lifts Aile up bridal style.

“Okay, that's enough of that-”

???

“...RiCO?”

She really wants to make sure she caught the name...

“No clue who you're talking about, but I believe that last part. Nobody more fiery than us- not even close.”

She chuckles, placing a hand on her hip.

“I'll keep that all in mind. For the future.”

Atlas reaches a hand to her cheek, feeling the place Aile had kissed with reverence.

...she might have stopped moving entirely, actually...

Atlas burns up, turning her head to lean against Aile.

“...thanks, Blue...” ❤️

Oh, that was easy. Atlas rolls her eyes in response.

“Like I need it. If anyone wants to help me, they have the wrong impression. I make people worse.”

???

Who??

She's so confused, now there's another person staring at her...

“I AM aggression!”

She just wasn't used to THIS kind of aggression.

“What, puff my chest out? Act like I usually do, that it?”

Atlas lets out an uncharacteristic squeak, wriggling under Aile's touch before realizing it's her.

“Scared the hell out of me-...”

She's a little shocked at first, but just... shrugs a bit.

“I'll, uh... take your word for it.”

jamcat
Okay, that's the last vest/ab post today, I swear.

I just found that art from LittlePengo and had to use it considering the recent context, though-

Art by LittlePengo

Yeah, she... she still wasn't sure what to think, exactly.

She wasn't as confident, or whatever, as Aile was. Not enough to pull this look off outside...

“...well, for starters, I grew up with combat all around me. My home was ravaged by Maverick attacks endlessly. Eventually, learning to defend myself was necessity.”

“...as was learning to take a life.”

NC

"We've been all alone.
Stuck in our little zone.
Since 1987."

《NC》
Aile is immediately tackled by Atlas, who slams the door shut, leaving them alone in the closet.

Surely no implications their Biometal would eat up here...

《NC》
...Atlas genuinely can't take this-...

“If you're going on a mission, you need to leave. Now.”

Atlas looks beyond Aile to the closet door.

“Otherwise you're not leaving.”

[NC]

"We're poor little souls.
Who have lost all control.
And we're forced here to take that role."

《NC》
Atlas is completely unaware of Aile at the moment, looking at herself from different angles in the mirror, even striking a few poses while making this... somewhat disappointed face.

...then she spots Aile, and whips around to meet her gaze.

“...hi.”

Smooooooth.

[[NC]]
“Please let us get in.
Don't lock us away.
We're not like what you're thinking.”

《NC》
Looks left... looks right...

...unzips vest while she's looking in the mirror-...