Not so secret Santa~ [Mia/Saga]

Are You... Holding Out For a Hero~?

“Pfffffffft!” Finding herself stifling a chuckle at the answer she was given upon hearing Mia pick up the phone, of all the ways in which she might have expected her new acquaintance to answer the phone, that was one way Miss Gilbert hadn’t predicted. Though certainly funny.
“Sounds like you just can’t get a day off, huh hot stuff~?” At least sympathetic as to the plight of the number one hero and only wondering what her fellow femme had been up to or at least just how much she had been in demand lately, as the tone of the woman on the other end of the phone softened and became just a little bit honeyed the blonde couldn’t help but smile as she shifted slightly on her bed and ran her free hand back through her hair, before offering a little sympathy in her words.

“Oh, you know, I was just lying in bed and I couldn’t help but think about you~?” The woman on the line certainly seeming to sound like she was in need of a little distraction, as Grace shifted to get a little more comfortable on her bed by lying herself down on her back as she spoke, she couldn’t help but smirk and let loose a little purr of flirtation toward her fledgling friend as she did so.
“I mean here I am all alone, and you’re there with those big strong arms somewhere else~” Their first encounter seeming to be something of a hit and miss affair in terms of innuendo but ultimately the hint of attraction that the violet eyed vixen felt toward the woman on top enough to make her think the Red Horn was worth a second shot at a bit of spiciness, while she had hit her number up with plans outside an inclination toward grabbing a nice spot of super powered steaminess, she at least left that option in the air if the other woman wanted to have a stab at it. After all, never say never…

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Are You... Holding Out For a Hero~?

“Oh, it’s such a chore to be popular, isn’t it~?” Smirking at the complaints of Miss Kearney, while Grace might have aimed to be a bit more sympathetic toward some, if she had the ‘measure’ of the Red Horn right she expected that the woman was not the sort to throw parties to pressure others into pity.
“You know you can always send a few of those photo opportunities my way~” Instead letting loose a playful little shot that was aimed more to make the woman at the other end smirk and roll her eyes more than insult her, the blonde in the bed reckoned that her buddy from work would appreciate a bit of playful banter to take her mind of her stress more than an agony aunt filled with empty platitudes and fake sympathy, or at least had more fun thinking this would be the case.

“Aw, straight to business? Not even going to ask me what I’m wearing?” Perhaps a little of the stress that not-so-little Miss Numero Uno was under showing as she seemed to urge Miss Gilbert to get to the point, even though she knew that Mia couldn’t see her through the phone without turning on some vicarious video function the violet vixen still pouted as she was pushed along in the conversation, and among other things was starting to suspect that the woman at the other end of the line was not as much fun as she was led to believe.
“Gosh, I’m starting to think I’m losing my sex appeal here~” Certainly carrying a certain level of skill for what her fellow American could do but finding herself disappointed with the racier aspects of their connection thus far, maybe it was simply a case of a clash of personality or personal taste, but a woman so disposed toward flirtation as this particular flying fox couldn’t help but feel there was a sense of wasted opportunity between them because of that.

“Well, it’s kinda something to do with what you mentioned just now…” Ultimately deciding that she probably should get down to business however much it seemed to rub her ego up the wrong way to do so without a little delicious dalliance before it, Grace gave a soft sigh as she moved onto matters of more importance and rolled over onto her side as she did so, using her free hand to toy with the laptop computer she had rested beside her.
“The Quirk tax and all those things on the news seem to have hero hate building like a snowball on the rocky mountains, and I might an idea to nudge that in a more harmless direction?” By no means happy to look at those rotten headlines again but at the very least finding them inspiring enough to sober her up that bit more, as she got down to business rather than pleasure the blonde hummed softly as she decided to enlighten her companion toward her aim, and hopefully also enlist her help in achieving it as well…

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Are You... Holding Out For a Hero~?

“Oh gosh, got your attention with that one didn’t I~?” Smirking as she managed to derail the business-like manner of Mia with her flirtatious behaviour, though Miss Gilbert was well aware of the fact that they had plenty of important things to discuss, she couldn’t help but find herself rather distracted by the topic of image. Especially when she was baited into it.

“Well, they say a picture tells a thousand words, so…” What was at first a playful little joke turning into something rather more risqué as the blonde found her bluff being called, since she was rarely the type to step away from a challenge but totally the sort who loved to show off, all too quickly Grace was stepping over to the full body mirror she had in her room and lining up her phone to capture her ‘morning glory’ as it were, replete with a slightly messy bed head and a nice pout just like those girls online loved to sport. But that wasn’t all.

“Hopefully that should brighten your morning a little~” Making sure to leave her cream shirt hanging off her shoulder as she pulled her phone in front of her and peeled her shirt up to her hip just enough to show off the scantest hint of the lacy set of black underwear she was wearing, the blonde could help but smirk and found her heart racing that bit quicker as she sent the snap shooting down the telephonic connection between them, and could only imagine the face of the femme at the other end of the line when she saw it. Hopefully, it would be a good one. Or even better, a lewd one.

“Good gracious, how can you expect a girl who can soar through the skies to wait around for the tides and seasons to change?” Slumping back onto her bed once she was done and finding herself reminded a little bit of why she hadn’t sent a line down to Mia in the intervening period when she found herself once again confronted by that ‘go with the flow attitude’ that for one reason or another didn’t seem to quite agree with her, whilst she could have wasted time expressing her enduring disappointment with such an attitude, on this occasion Miss Gilbert chose not to.
“I prefer to get involved, and give things a little ‘nudge’ where I can?” Instead only offering her own approach as reasoning for her call because she decided that getting into a debate over their respective viewpoints would only set them back further than she’d really like, while it was fine in the mind of this violet eyed vixen to dawdle a little with flirtation, right not she had fatter fish to fry in regard to professional responsibility and their role in society.

“And I’ve got a little notion about how to give this particular situation one, if you’re willing to meet up with me somewhere later on?” Not quite ready to reveal the wholeness of her plan and part of that reason simply because it felt more fun to do so as they went along, though Grace knew she was probably asking for a lot of the Red Horn to meet up with her on faith she hoped that the juicy little bit of bait she would leave out would be enough to convince her, and if it wasn’t the picture she sent probably wouldn’t hurt either.
“It’s about time we gave the news a reason to celebrate us, wouldn’t you say…?” This the type of topic that felt best to be tackled in person and in a weird way it feeling like it might be worth more if they did so as well, the golden haired gal was eager to meet up with her workmate and see if they couldn’t hash something out together and maybe grow a little closer as a result as well, but ultimately it was all in the hands of the woman at the other end of the phone. One could only hope she didn’t have other plans for her day off…

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Are You... Holding Out For a Hero~?

“Ooooof, you look like quite the sexy little homemaker huh~?” A slow smile spreading over the face of Miss Gilbert as she looked over the image she had apparently ‘swapped’ for, as she lifted her phone back up and offered a coyly spoken compliment for the image she had seen, the blonde had to admit she had been impressed by what she had seen.
“Say, if you ever wanna give this whole hero lark up, I might see my way to making an honest woman of you?” Definitely feeling a physical attraction toward Mia before this but this the first time she saw the woman look that bit more feminine or even ‘cute’ in her sexiness, though she was joking with the offer of proposal the violet eyed vixen certainly saw her work buddy in a new light thanks to the sizzling little snap she had been sent, and couldn’t help but feel a hint of curiosity about seeing what more there was to this element of such a rough and tough tomboy type.

“Somewhere in town would be best, really… Near the shops?” The brow of the beauty knotting slightly when it came to the topic of venue next, as she vocally summoned her mental map of Tokyo in order to figure out where the two should meet up, Grace gave a little verbal nudge toward her potential ‘accomplice’ as she muttered to herself and tried to remember her way around the capital city of the land in which she now lived. A bit rusty on the layout really given how she had spent only a number of weeks living in the place since moving up here in the wake of the event in Shinigawa, while the mighty metropolis in the east was a place that she had visited a ton of times as a girl and she expected herself to know it better because of that, and was perhaps a little disappointed that she felt so sluggish in recalling the layout.

“Oh, I know... I’ll text you the address?” Still capable of coming up with a meeting spot despite her fuzzy memory, with a locale in mind for a little meet up the minx was ready for her day, for the most part at least. Still perhaps a little hungry since she hadn’t eaten and that topic not helped by the fact that she knew Mia was eating right now, Miss Gilbert would shortly hang her line up and grab clothes and something to eat, before heading out to get her little plan underway…

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“Wowee~!” The fact that her target was about ten foot two with a bright red horn making it rather a lot easier for Grace to pick her friend out of a crowd than most, after clapping her eyes upon the monolith of a madam the west coast minx couldn’t help but let out a cry that reflected her amazement at what her fellow femme was wearing in place of a greeting, and quickly followed up with a line that by this time was likely a ‘trademark’ of their continuing conversation.
“I suppose when you’re that hot, december can hardly touch ya, right?” Smiling as she looked over the big and beautiful woman and not entirely disliking that whole ‘rugged and ready’ look she was sporting, though she teased the titanic temptress over the seasonal skimpiness of her choice, the blonde liked what she was looking at and hoped that her opposite number felt the same way as well.

“So generous of you to meet me~” Perhaps not dressed quite as brazenly as Mia because a girl from sunny Santa Monica really did not tolerate the heat so well, despite this Miss Gilbert had done her best to flaunt herself where she could, and had turned up for this little gathering in a knitted white sweater and sheathed her long and shapely legs within a pair of faux leather pants that were tight enough that someone might have been forgiven for making the mistake of assuming that they had been sprayed upon her. The ensemble completed with a simple set of high heeled boots and a salmon coloured coat, atop her head she wore not her typical tied up ponytail but rather a lovely little knitted cap she had found in one of her various shopping trips, and found for the most part far too cute to regularly step out without in seasons such as this.

“I know asking you here with little explanation was a mite unbecoming of a lady of my station~” Not fully understanding exactly why she put on airs a little around the beautiful beast before her but perhaps this factor prompted by how readily the woman looked down to earth, with a sense of playful snobbery in her tone Grace offered her thanks for the faith shown by her friend, and despite her manner was actually quite appreciative of it really.
“But I tend to prefer the face to face approach… mostly~” Finding that she was not always the easiest girl to convey the more delicate aspect of her emotions and as such that probably why she was more prone to clowning around in this aspect, as the violet eyed vixen tossed a little wink toward the woman she had met and then marched toward the destination she sought, she would begin her explanation as to their purpose for being here. That is, of course, assuming her burly buddy would follow after her, that was…

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“What can I say~?” Smirking and cocking her head as her companion questioned the effect of her lumberjack style, though for the most part Grace was joking about the ‘heat’ she saw in the outfit of the titanic texan, as she looked the woman over she had to confess that her fellow blonde did not look half bad rocking such a tough, tomboyish ensemble at all.
“Sometimes a girl like me can't help but fancy a bit of rough~?” The number really playing the strengths of the Red Horn, it was easy for the violet eyed vixen to remember her attraction to that sturdy frame when it was accentuated in such a masculine fashion, and even though she had earlier found herself quite charmed by the rare display of femininity that her friend showed, ultimately it was the image she appreciated most about such a burly beauty. Like a bisexual girl’s dream, really.

“Aw, in these old rags~?” Smiling and batting her lashes playfully when she too was in receipt of a compliment, though ‘cute’ was something that a seductress of her calibre rarely sought, Miss Gilbert accepted the approval she was shown all the same. Certainly it hard to really pull off ‘sexy’ when one was trying to avoid freezing one’s ass off, as she ran her hands down the sides of her coat and spread it just enough to give a full view of what was beneath, the siren of the sky would take the words to mean ‘good’ regardless of their particulars and walk away with a little boost to her ego, even if it wasn’t quite as high as if she had been told she was looking hot as hell or something.

“Hahahaha, outrank~?” Next finding herself scoffing as she was told that she was somehow subordinate to Miss Red Horn, though she was sure that the woman was just fooling around the foreign fox decided it was as good a time as any to clarify her own lack of interest in comparing the lengths of their respective ‘popularity’, especially while she herself was still only just breaking into the scene in that regard. Shaking her head and offering up a little shrug as made her point with no shortage of playfulness, despite the jokey tone to her words Grace wanted to affirm the fact that she felt no degree of inferiority toward this woman because of their position, though perhaps this statement was not entirely true.

“While I’m sure I’d look fantastic in camo, I’m sorry to inform you I’m not the sort of girl who places much stock in ‘rank’~” It wholly possible that Miss Gilbert’s teasing compulsion to speak a little ‘downward’ toward Mia was born from a desire to equal their station, while the west coast woman might not want to admit it, she did on some level observe the difference in perception between them. A girl who was used to being ‘number one’, so to speak, while she knew that the difference in station was not the fault of her fellow foreigner, the golden girl still felt an inclination to be defiant toward it all the same.

“Oh quite simple really, we’re going to go little spot of shopping in the most delightful little toystore in town~?” At least happy to know that she was in driver’s seat of their particular escapade and perhaps that also why she chose to be a little bit scant as she expressed the details of their adventure, as she stepped out and moved toward the little locale she had looked up before setting out today, Grace had to admit that she was enjoying having at least one little advantage over Miss Number One today, and was gleeful in her treatment of this fact.
“And after ward, I think a change of clothes and venue might be in order~” Making sure to only pass on enough information to keep the woman on her ‘hook’ and perhaps also add a twist to what she gave in order to give her a saucy little mislead as well, while it was bad the blonde beauty couldn’t help but treasure the hint of power she had over the woman next to her, and indulge the more spoiled and attention seeking side she had to her as she did so. Even if it was perhaps a little bit obnoxious, this was something that the girl from LA would have to do when she was working with someone who, on some level, she saw as a kind of rival…

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