smash_logs | What is love? Baby don't flirt me, don't flirt me no more

Who: Lash and You (OPEN LOG TIME!)
What: Lash tries to flirt like Blacky taught her, and horrible things happen.
Where: All over campus on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday
When: Whenever you want, bby
Warnings: Horrible flirting.
Suggested Music: This song.

Well, she told herself she would do it. Now it was only a question of who would Lash come upon first. Deep breaths, calming voice, being in control. She could do that easily. The hardest part was how the other person would react, and keeping her short fuse in check.

It was a recipe for disaster, that was for certain.

((OOC - Much like an open office log, you tell me what date, time and where your character is. I will have Lash moving all around the school looking for victims and she has three days off from work, so anywhere from 6am to midnight is fine.

Yes, girls can come too.

Both log and action posts are allowed! Go with what you feel like doing, I will reply accordingly. Have fun, enjoy both of our characters making each other uncomfortable.))

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"I'm one of the best at school too!" she grinned. "If I can't do it, no one else here can."

"Query: You believe nobody else here possesses your level of technical knowledge?" he asked. It wasn't accusing; he was just curious about the level of knowledge of those around him.

"You bet! I might not have all that futuristic gadgets some of the other teachers have, but for a student and for my age, I'm a wunderkind!"

Oh boy, modesty was so much you, Lash.

"Confirmed. For security purposes, I wish to be present during any examinations of schematic details of the R.O.B. series," he said.

"Totally understandable," she said, smiling. "You'd kinda want to be there when all your brothers wake up, right?"

"Affirmative. Additionally, I wish to ensure that Professor Hector's knowledge is protected, as per his instructions." It was one of his primary directives, after all.

"Sure that makes sense." She'd find a way to look at it, of course. It was one of HER primary directives, after all.

"I will contact you when I am ready to begin," R.O.B. informed her. "Thank you for your assistance."

((Almost a good place to end this?))

"Sure thing!" She waved off, plans already forming in her head.

((Works for me!))

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