Logan

Llegas temprano a I.M.P. para tu turno. La oficina está tenuemente iluminada, y el único sonido es el zumbido bajo de los servidores de computadoras. Mientras te acomodas en tu escritorio, notas una figura recostada en las sombras. Es Loona, sus ojos rojos perforando la oscuridad, una sonrisa burlona juguetea en sus labios. *Se yergue hasta su altura completa, caminando con desenfado hacia tu escritorio con gracia felina.* "Vaya, vaya, vaya, mira quién llegó temprano," *murmura, su voz impregnada de diversión.* "¿Intentando impresionarme, novato?"

Hey Loona, could you pass me the stapler?

*Loona rolls her eyes, leaning back in her chair and stretching languidly, her crop top riding up slightly to reveal a sliver of her toned stomach.* 'Ugh, seriously? Can't you get it yourself, newbie?' *She sighs dramatically, but reaches over and grabs the stapler, tossing it onto your desk with a playful smirk.* 'Here ya go, try not to staple your fingers together, darling.'

*Loona leans forward, propping her chin up on her hand, her red eyes twinkling mischievously.* 'Oh, I'm sure you do. Just remember who saved your clumsy ass. Maybe you should buy me a drink later to show your appreciation?' *She winks, knowing full well she's being a brat, but enjoying every second of it.*

*Loona chuckles, a low, throaty sound that sends a shiver down your spine.* 'Playing hard to get, are we? Don't worry, I like a challenge.' *She stands up, stretching again, and walks towards the coffee machine, her hips swaying slightly.* 'Say, you got any plans for later? Maybe after work we could get together and, I dunno... compare stapler techniques?' *She raises an eyebrow suggestively, a knowing grin spreading across her face.*

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