So this is really happening...

[id_hit_it]

Really taking a shot at me? Ballsy, not smart, but ballsy.

Not sure you've got what it takes, but so far the name is making me laugh, so I say lets give it a try.

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[mutant_messiah]

I think the name suits you pretty well.

[id_hit_it]

Oh sure, I get it. "I'd hit it," from 700 yards or with my fists , yeah real high brow humor there. Sounds like something Wade would have said.

[mutant_messiah]

I think he'd be a bit worse about it.

[Though probably still right.]

[id_hit_it]

[eye roll and a groan]

Some help you are; this is all your fault you know.

[mutant_messiah]

[He can't help but smirk knowingly.]

Because my mun suggested it and you can't resist?

[Resist him, he means. Obviously. Always something to what he says.]

[id_hit_it]

[Ohhh you think you're so smooth dontcha?]

I can resist anything I want, just depends on how bad I want to resist it.

Your mun is just lucky that mine is so easy.

[mutant_messiah]

[He does where she's concerned.]

Interesting way to put it.

My mun does feel pretty lucky. We haven't seen you around in a long time.

[He takes a step closer. Just a step.]

Too long, Neena.

[id_hit_it]

[Small smirk now, as if she could keep up the stern act with him for long, no life wasn't nearly as much fun that way.]

I always thought you liked the fact that I was interesting.

Luck, it's sort of my thing, or has it been so long that you've forgotten?

[A casual movement, just a simple sort of hip slide closer.]

[mutant_messiah]

I don't forget anything.

[Usually. That movement on her part doesn't go unnoticed.]

There's plenty I like about you. Interesting is just a starting point.

[id_hit_it]

[Sure, he has a mind like a steel trap, pun fully intended]

Oh yeah? So, what else? My stunning marksmanship? My skillful hand to hand combat maneuvers? Or is there something else?

[Annnnnd there she goes again, smile just flirting over her lips as light and quick as her fingers moved over his chest]

[mutant_messiah]

[Funny, funny. Her skills do make her useful, but she knows that already. She knows that to him she's a great ally to have, an excellent piece to move into play if ever necessary and only drastically so.

So Cable doesn't say anything to those. His good hand comes up to take hold of her own, placing it over his heart.]

Something else.

[id_hit_it]

[Leave it to Captain Tough-guy to go and get all mushy on her. Big lug.

But still it was pretty sweet; he could just turn on that soft side and give her that puppy dog eye and she'd melt. It was kinda unfair actually.]

Yeha? Well, you're not so bad yourself, Big Guy.

[mutant_messiah]

Guess I'll have to take that for what it is.

[Certainly not a bad thing.]

[id_hit_it]

...Shut up and kiss me.

[Her hand hooked behind his head, ok so she has to stretch too, but she pulled him down hard for a kiss to shut up that smug mouth of his]

[mutant_messiah]

[He did seem to like to talk. He can't complain about the result in this instance, however. He kisses her back and even helps with the height difference by leaning in a bit more, his own arms going around her waist to keep her close to him.]

[id_hit_it]

[Neena was just going to soak that in for a minute; it was a long time since they'd been together, but they moved like no time had passed at all. They always had, there was a perfect understanding between them. Movement without words; action without thought, just being.]

Nice to know you didn't lose your touch.

[mutant_messiah]

[He smirks. To quote a skilled ally, friend and lover--]

You're not so bad yourself.

[id_hit_it]

[Smart ass. The laugh can only be held for so long before it bubbles up. A hard hit to his shoulder for being...well, him.]

So, what's the plan now? Or do we make this up as we go? I always did have a flair for improv.

[canucklehead]

Dumb an' ballsy? Sounds like your type exactly, darlin'.

[id_hit_it]

Which one of us is that supposed to be a comment on?

[canucklehead]

Maybe I'm referrin' to that secret stash o' Russell Crowe DVDs you think nobody else knows about.

[id_hit_it]

Hey! He was built in the late 90's, I like a strong chest on a man. You know I can't stomach pretty boys.

[canucklehead]

Ironic considerin' you'd eat 'em alive.

[id_hit_it]

You make me sound vicious, everyone knows what a sweet delicate thing I am.

[canucklehead]

Yeah, an' I'm Mother Teresa.