Lynnori Cruz
S̸a̢int
Coruscant, Level 5120, Darius Maltoya's Apartment, Late Evening
Adjusting The Detective Hat | Interacting with [member="Kole Harper"] ~ Dangerous Game ~ "I see a storm coming in, I see the ground crumble in, starting a chain reaction."
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Lynnori was used to hiding how individuals could impress her. That's why she only offered an indulging grin to Kole when he looked back to her after seamlessly getting them unfettered access to the scene, "Nice work, officer," The tones of her voice were lower and almost more sultry, clearly teasing, "If only they employed us 'fleshbags' for that work, then my pheromones would make a dent in them." She went to flick a droid's head as she passed and clearly thought better on it and chose instead to shove both hands back in her pockets, saddling up beside him once more so they'd pass together through the lavish atrium of the building, to the turbolift that Lyn all too eagerly keyed for Maltoya's apartment. It was unlocked, most likely by the building staff, so the CSF could go back and forth. Or for the two foxes in the henhouse, huh?
Lyn made a good fox. Kole was passible, but with some work he'd do. Maybe she'd see to it. Maybe she wouldn't. The uncertainty was what made her feel alive in the moment, at least, much more alive than their Clawdite actor buddy. She whistled in the turbolift, of course she did, some upbeat cheery dance tune that no doubt was being blared in various clubs across the planet at this very moment.
Adjusting The Detective Hat | Interacting with [member="Kole Harper"] ~ Dangerous Game ~ "I see a storm coming in, I see the ground crumble in, starting a chain reaction."
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Lynnori was used to hiding how individuals could impress her. That's why she only offered an indulging grin to Kole when he looked back to her after seamlessly getting them unfettered access to the scene, "Nice work, officer," The tones of her voice were lower and almost more sultry, clearly teasing, "If only they employed us 'fleshbags' for that work, then my pheromones would make a dent in them." She went to flick a droid's head as she passed and clearly thought better on it and chose instead to shove both hands back in her pockets, saddling up beside him once more so they'd pass together through the lavish atrium of the building, to the turbolift that Lyn all too eagerly keyed for Maltoya's apartment. It was unlocked, most likely by the building staff, so the CSF could go back and forth. Or for the two foxes in the henhouse, huh?
Lyn made a good fox. Kole was passible, but with some work he'd do. Maybe she'd see to it. Maybe she wouldn't. The uncertainty was what made her feel alive in the moment, at least, much more alive than their Clawdite actor buddy. She whistled in the turbolift, of course she did, some upbeat cheery dance tune that no doubt was being blared in various clubs across the planet at this very moment.