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Spoilers: (minor) Gill Girl
Walk the Walk
Max walked by with her usual grace that was specifically unique to her and her alone. No one else Alec had ever seen, even at Manticore, carried themselves the way she did.
Some days, she walked with purpose.
Others, she glided. Those were days like today.
Tomorrow, she might clamber in to let you know she had a rough morning or she might sashay into the dispatch center at Jam Pony with that flirty glint in her eye.
One could always tell when she had pulled of a great heist the evening before, or at least he could. She was usually smirking on those days and held her head up a little higher and her shoulders emanated the pride she had from pulling one over on the 'bad guys.'
He remembered when he had to drag her to that strip club to rescue that mermaid; she stormed off to try to get in. Then when he saw her after she was in, she was serpentine in every movement.
On heists or Eye's Only Missions, she slinked. He could practically see the cat in her cocktail with the way she moved.
Alec never simply walked. He sauntered. He effortlessly moved with a subtle sensuality that he couldn't mask if he tried. If he was looking to get a woman, he upped that factor exponentially and a sly, almost, predatory glint appeared in his eye. When he was playful, he had a small bounce to his step.
Some days, he ambled around Jam Pony without a care in the world.
One time on an Eye's Only Mission, Max had seen him dance. She had never seen anything so fluid. Each move had purpose and was controlled yet it was the farthest thing from stiff or rigid.
For them, every motion was beautiful. No matter how you looked at it, Alec and Max knew how to walk the walk.
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