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[cassassin]

"Uh, hi. This is Cassandra, sorry I... missed you. Leave a message?"



"... Make it good."

[specify cass or batgirl]

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INSTAGRAM DM. i do what i want.

[areou]

( listen, sometimes you just gotta go for it. hot girl posts an insta story from the same gym she's definitely at right now? it's not just that she needs the distraction; she could use a new sparring partner. magnus is fucking useless. )

hey you come here often

( the gym. she means the gym. smooth. )

[cassassin]

[her screenreader drones out the message when she checks her phone during a break, and cass glances around, puzzled. the flirting does.... not quite come through in the robot voice. she clicks through to clarisse's profile, and oh. hot girl. oh no. a little more looking around and--okay. there. after a moment, there's a soft, slightly raspy voice from behind clarisse. she does that.]

Sometimes. [hi clarisse, it might not have been clear from her insta but she's also like. 5'1". tiny.]

[areou]

( oh. clarisse doesn't quite jump, but she's slightly startled by cass just appearing behind her. nico does this sometimes with his shadow travel, so it's not a totally uncommon thing for her to experience, she's just not. used to it. she looks up from the bench press, only then realizing how tiny cass is. oh no. she's not about to underestimate her, though. )

Uh — ( it sounds almost like a croak, and she clears her throat to try again. ) Hi. Spot me? ( smooth. )

[cassassin]

[cassandra can't help it, she cracks a smile at how thrown off clarisse was by that. she doesn't do it on purpose, usually, but it's always fun. she brings up a hand--with a weighted glove, obvi--just over her mouth a bit, nodding. she understands fully well the look clarisse is giving her, but she'll refrain from commenting on it. for now.]

Sure. Bench or squats?