Drinking. Open RP.
“You’re yet to prove the latter to me again,” Natasha points out, taking a sip from her drink. She’s never held back with Harriet, and she doesn’t intend to start now.
“I find him to be arrogant, self-destructive, and reckless. So yes, I suppose the two of you do make quite the match, cousin.”
"I see no insult in your words,” She continues in Russian. “To be all of those things makes me a damn sight better Agent that you are.“
She wrinkles her nose before sighing exasperatedly. “You miss me?”`
“As of this morning, I’ve been relieved of Agent status for an indeterminate period,” Natasha tells Harriet, her glass near drained in the next sip in a bid to keep her composure.
“And yes. Don’t ask questions you know the answer too, Солнышко моё.”
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