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Your first post-storm practice goes poorly. Instead of both you and Lily carrying, it's only you. You get a killtacular and seize three control points in a row, but Lily isn't doing her part. She gets JV three-stocked after choosing an absolutely atrocious drop point, and from there on she seems more interested in fiddling with her hat loadout than doing spy checks. But what really pisses you off is the way she spams the "nice save!" macro whenever you take a death. As if her k:d ratio isn't literally five times worse than yours today.
"You're our tank," she tells you, when you point out her k:d. "You made it perfectly clear that you only want me healslutting today, so of course I'm going to take more shots to the face."
Sitting on Lily's other side, Steve snrks, but his grin disappears when Lily gives him one of the iciest glares you've ever seen from her.
You shake your head. "I said I want you healslutting <span class="mu-i">me</span>. Why the hell are you hanging out at base healing our sniper? What good does that do us?"
"I need heals," Gus says.
"Shut the fuck up," you tell him.
"Yes m'aam."
"Boy did you get real mouthy since you learned how to spread your legs," Lily says. She holds a finger in your face. "Don't forget that we're co-captains. You can't order me around. If I see a tactical advantage to hanging out at base healing our sniper, I'm going to hang out at base and heal our sniper. You got a fucking problem, bitch?"
You bat her wrist away. "Yeah. I do."
She grabs your knees and uses that to scooch her wheeled gaming chair closer. She leans into you so far that your brows are butting. She whispers with sharp enunciation, her little jaw jutting with every syllable. "What are you going to do about it, then? Huh?"
"I dunno." You shrug. "I could tell your dad you've been K-I-S-S-I-N-G so that he grounds you until you're 65."
Lily grimaces and deflates. "You were supposed to say something sexy there," she grumps.
"Se--" You glance around and drop your voice to a whisper, too. "Sexy? Is this a sex thing we're doing right now?"
"Why do I even bother." She wheels back towards her monitor, fingers on her mouse and the WASD keys. "I'm healing Gus. At least he knows how to take a hint."
"Hint?" Gus asks, looking around, alerted by the namedrop. His is voice sibilant through his space helmet, the visor fogging as it always does during intense gaming sessions.
"Shut the fuck up," Lily tells him.
"Yes m'aam."
