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[color=gray][b]Interactions:[/b][/color]  Moxi [@Zora] and Ana [@The Muse]
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A spike of panic washed over the fiery young woman as her nimble fingers grazed over a heavy handle locked just under the blonde man’s armpit. [color=c4df9b]‘Is that… a gun?!’[/color] Em exclaimed internally, blue eyes widening just for a moment. Her feet stepped backwards in alarm, a reaction to any potential danger she might face. She grimaced, almost half-expecting to get shot at this point, but fortunately, no bullets came her way and she lived yet another day. Good, at least he wasn’t a psycho. The situation unraveled more as ‘Teats’ apparently had no intention of leaving and seemed unphased completely by the thorny comments Em had just made. In fact, she was laughing.

The youngest Snypes child clenched her teeth at the joyous laughter, glaring dangerously at the blonde woman as she exclaimed: [color=FFC300]"I like you."[/color] This lady was just going to take a comment like being called [i]'Udders'[/i] with stride? [i]Really?[/i] Either she was severely damaged, had dangerously low self-esteem, or she was actually some kind of sociopath if she could take that insult without any hint of hurt. It was incredibly hot, honestly. Em’s leering face softened at the thought, her thin lips slowly twisting into a smile. 

[color=FFC300]"You two know each other?"[/color] The lady’s sing-song voice questioned.[color=add8e6]“I do not knov zis child, do you?”[/color] The Russian was quick to answer back, clearly in a mood now. Oddly, he started to wipe himself down with clean wipes and demanded that she not touch his person again, as if Em was contaminated with cooties or something. She simply rolled her eyes in response to his weird tick.. 

[color=c4df9b]“Hey, just because I’m small doesn’t mean I’m a kid!”[/color] Em defiantly exclaimed. [color=c4df9b]“I’m a crazy little woman in a one man show.”[/color] She parroted the line from Def Leppard's [i]Pour Some Sugar on Me[/i] with a bit of a smugness in her voice. [color=c4df9b]“Hell, if you’re lucky, could be a two woman show instead, Teats. Could make you like me [i]a whole lot more[/i].”[/color] Em aimed the suggestive comment at the older flaxen-haired heartthrob with a wink, her hand even pushing up two digits into the air at the other woman. 

[color=c4df9b]“Not too interested in Vladimir Smooch ‘Em over here though, if that’s what you’re wondering. I’m just… giving my brother space so he can calm down. Thought Vlady-Poo was a nice wall to hide behind, but I guess he doesn’t like it when he’s accosted by young, beautiful women like us.”[/color] The redhead dramatically sighed, tilting her head back and running a hand through her hair. At the same time, her scrawny legs started to slowly carry her away from the scene. Her brain was screaming at her to get away from the Slav with a firearm on his person. [color=c4df9b]“You can have him, I guess, but it seems like [i]I’d[/i] be the more fun choice here, just saying.”[/color] Another flirtatious comment was aimed at the older woman, and Em gave her an intentional, wry smile as her feet plodded along the grass in search of a new hiding spot.