Baifa Monü Zhuan
The ruins around them seemed to fade, the crumbled arches and weathered stones no match for the quiet intensity of the moment. "Barca," she said, her voice steady but gentle, "you're telling me the big, bad Mandalorian likes it when I take the reins?" Her eyes sparkled with amusement, but there was no mockery there only understanding. Barca shifted, her helmet dipping as if she couldn't quite meet Junko's gaze through the visor. "Yeah," she admitted, barely above a whisper. "I didn't expect it. But with you… it feels right." Junko stepped even closer, her free hand resting lightly on Barca's armored chest, her fingers tracing the edge of robed plate. "Well,"
She murmured, her voice low and warm, "good thing I like leading, then." She tugged Barca's hand gently, urging her to keep walking through the desolate streets, the ruins casting long shadows around them. "Come on, cyar'ika. Let's see what else this forgotten place has for us. And maybe…" She glanced back with a grin, "We'll just have to find the time when we aren't in an ancient city... in the desert... with a glacier that could in theory melt and drop a mountain on our heads." There was a smile on her face that was playful about it. Barca nodded as she was following with Miyoung and Ahri standing there and looking at the pair of them.
She murmured, her voice low and warm, "good thing I like leading, then." She tugged Barca's hand gently, urging her to keep walking through the desolate streets, the ruins casting long shadows around them. "Come on, cyar'ika. Let's see what else this forgotten place has for us. And maybe…" She glanced back with a grin, "We'll just have to find the time when we aren't in an ancient city... in the desert... with a glacier that could in theory melt and drop a mountain on our heads." There was a smile on her face that was playful about it. Barca nodded as she was following with Miyoung and Ahri standing there and looking at the pair of them.
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