Mech Pilot who sends you a short wave message before retreat: “this ain’t over -”
Tea sips their coffee, leaving a pregnant pause as they think about how best to respond. Pixel is... a passionate pilot. It's a great asset to her piloting and detrimental to every other aspect of her life. Not that she's ever noticed.
"Are you sure that's what he means by 'this ain't over'?" Tea asks, gently setting down their coffee cup in the table's gravity well, "It could be read other ways."
"When you're in love like us, you learn to read the signs. You wouldn't understand him like I do," Pixel drifts in the middle of the room, perfectly positioned so you can't help but see her.
"Have you even had a chance to talk?"
Pixel dramatically draws out the epee she keeps on her hip at all times, pointing it menacingly at Tea with a grin. Though the menace dissipates quickly as Pixel continues rotating slowly and the point of her blade is directed towards the coffee machine.
"You know I've always said that combat is the most intimate form of communication. It's a game, a dance, it's practically s-"
"Yes I know," interrupts Tea, finishing off their coffee, "But do you think he's enjoying the intimate dance when you've trounced him every single time?"
"Well why else would he keep coming back to me again and again?" Pixel finally catches a handle on the wall, ceasing her free floating as she settles down to Tea's level.
Tea clicks their tongue, "Well, maybe rivalry, anger, revenge? You did kill his squadmates, I can't imagine that's endearing."
Pixel chuckles, patting Tea's cheek as the two leave the mess hall.
"Oh sweetie, one of these days I need to teach you about flirting."
