[ Since he seems to be asking for it: the flirting earns a small glare from Red, largely stripped of humor. Before a flicker of a smile disrupts the entire look she wants to give off — because for as close as Richie was to skirting dangerous territories, Red's a person for the public. This is the closest thing she's going to get with verbal sparring, anytime soon ( also she's definitely interpreting Boxer's hand as a sign to cool off, and follow along with the rest of the group ).
Except — she expects smooth sailing, and then gets anything but. Maybe she's putting too much faith in a tool that was very obviously built for another city. But the reliance on it is surprisingly hard to break, even if she's not the one normally carrying it around — either way, her lips twist into a small frown, as she studies the drop. The other side looks stable, at least, which means, maybe—
It's definitely the thrill seeker in her that has her attempting this in the first place. Her expression shifts to something wicked, and she looks up at Boxer. No time to ask for permission, not from either of them, because she has a nagging feeling that if she were to suggest this she's going to be met with a resounding no. So her hand reaches for the Transistor, and gently dislodges it from Boxer's grip — all the while dislodging her own hand from his grip, as well. If questioned, she simply smiles back, until the Transistor's completely in her possession again.
... Then, the following things happen in rapid succession: she throws the giant, glowing sword to the other side of the pit, and jumps after it. She makes the jump with startling ease, but before either of them give her shit for it—
She takes a few steps back, plants the Transistor on the ground, and — the remaining duo should feel a sudden force pushing them towards the other side. And succeed, probably — hello from the other side ( the protag solvin' all your problems, gents and ... gents ). ]
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Except — she expects smooth sailing, and then gets anything but. Maybe she's putting too much faith in a tool that was very obviously built for another city. But the reliance on it is surprisingly hard to break, even if she's not the one normally carrying it around — either way, her lips twist into a small frown, as she studies the drop. The other side looks stable, at least, which means, maybe—
It's definitely the thrill seeker in her that has her attempting this in the first place. Her expression shifts to something wicked, and she looks up at Boxer. No time to ask for permission, not from either of them, because she has a nagging feeling that if she were to suggest this she's going to be met with a resounding no. So her hand reaches for the Transistor, and gently dislodges it from Boxer's grip — all the while dislodging her own hand from his grip, as well. If questioned, she simply smiles back, until the Transistor's completely in her possession again.
... Then, the following things happen in rapid succession: she throws the giant, glowing sword to the other side of the pit, and jumps after it. She makes the jump with startling ease, but before either of them give her shit for it—
She takes a few steps back, plants the Transistor on the ground, and — the remaining duo should feel a sudden force pushing them towards the other side. And succeed, probably — hello from the other side ( the protag solvin' all your problems, gents and ... gents ). ]