( she’s out of snarky remarks — it’s hard enough keeping herself from flailing in the air with all the drag in the air, and even though she’s fairly confident he won’t drop her from the grip he’s got on her wrists, natasha isn’t about to test it. instead she focuses on keeping a tight form, and when he flies down to let her go, she’s ready to use the momentum to roll and then spring up into a run until she loses momentum.
breathing hard, she throws him a glance over her shoulder, then pokes her head over the side of the roof. no plants that she can immediately see. )
You know, I didn’t have ‘eaten by a pothos’ on my bingo card. ( sarcasm, thick, but she’ll wait until he’s closer to let some of it drop, her real concern peeking through. )
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breathing hard, she throws him a glance over her shoulder, then pokes her head over the side of the roof. no plants that she can immediately see. )
You know, I didn’t have ‘eaten by a pothos’ on my bingo card. ( sarcasm, thick, but she’ll wait until he’s closer to let some of it drop, her real concern peeking through. )
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