Commencing facepalm in 3, 2, 1. [Canon is Pacific Rim]

[gipsypilot]

You sure do have a type when it comes to the characters you decide to pick up, don't you? Is five lines of dialogue or less a requirement with you or something? I mean, you could have at least waited until you got your hands on the comic before shoving me into a journal. Patience is a virtue sometimes. And yes, I know that I am starting to sound like Pentecost, but you seem to inspire that kind of thing.

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[gipsypilot]

My ego, my pride as a man, my self confidence. All of them are ruined forever by your baseless accusation.

[ Look at this kicked puppy face, Gipsy. Look at what you did. ]

[gipsy_danger]

[ Oh yancy. ]

Your pride as a man -- what have I done? However can I make it up to you?

[gipsypilot]

[ Melodrama - he has it. ]

There is nothing you can do. You have forever doomed me to walk this Earth as a mere shadow of the man I once was. Raleigh will have to be the head of the family now.

[gipsy_danger]

[ okay, that make's Gipsy's laughter ring loud and true. ]

Yancy Becket, don't ever change.

[gipsypilot]

[ Yes! He has succeeded in making her laugh. It is a much, much better sound than the screaming he'd heard before the Drift had been severed, and eases some of the guilt he is carrying around. ]

I don't plan on it. Someone has to counter Raleigh's sass besides Mako and yourself.

[gipsy_danger]

[ Her screams, his screams, Raleigh's screams -- they're all a very vivid memory that's burned into her processor. So, it's nice to laugh -- and be around him. ]

He can be a handful, to be sure.