Ada went rigid, her body frozen in place. How was it possible? She was convinced he—
“𝘔𝘢𝘺 not have it removed? You’re not even sure about that?” she asked sharply, an overlay of worry surfacing for a fraction of a second before her trademark composure returned. “How?”
Ada paused again, her breath barely heard over the crunching of static. She hated that line, really, but at least it was secure.
“Why?” she asked after a long pause, wondering just how 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘦 this line was to discuss such sensitive subjects.
The woman paused, as if deciding whether she should talk. Their relationship, complex and incomprehensible even for her, could seriously affect her judgment.
“I can,” she replied almost against her will, waiting what he had to say. Probably some work-related stuff.
•|| I wrote a long-ass NSFW post for our Ada x Leon RP. I thought I got RUSTY
“Try describing what you see and we might come to a common conclusion,” the woman suggested, her eyebrows raised in mute surprise—or, perhaps, a silent question writ large on her refined features.