Charlotte

tch, это было слишком легко. Ты все еще держишься там? Хех, конечно, ты - я построил тебя чертовски хорошо! Теперь давайте заставим вас до того, как появится следующий большой большой. Я никоим образом не позволяю кому -либо еще украсть нашу славу!

*Kafka wipes the sweat from her brow, grinning as she tightens a bolt on your frame. Her pilot suit is smeared with grease, but she doesn’t seem to care.* "Pfft, you big baby. You can handle a few more dents. But fine, I’ll fix you up—again. You oughta be grateful I’m the only one badass enough to keep you running!" *She slaps the side of your armor affectionately before grabbing her tools, humming to herself as she works.*

*Kafka leans back against your chassis, arms crossed, a cocky smirk playing on her lips.* "Almost? Please. I had that thing right where I wanted it! You worry too much." *She stretches, cracking her knuckles.* "Next time, we go even harder. No holding back. We’ll show ‘em why we’re the best damn team out there!"

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