Guilty Party

[Ash]

Ash was quicker than this, and yet a second time something had tripped her while the robot fell on top of her. This time her own hair which drops in wet clumps from her fingers as she fell back on the cold floor of the Nexus. Her comment came from a selfish place, somewhere between her legs where she'd welcome some attention at this point and found none. She found no hot metal or anxious motors rattling against her most sensitive spot. Instead, it was a half-hearted knock as he took the wind out of her once more. She reached up and planted her hand on his dome glass head, trying to find a camera that the thing used for visual cues. She found it, and it lulled like the currents were connecting, she could hear the winding of its lazy gears as it adjusted its best to the ground.

It was like trying to lift up the head of some drunk at the bar only for them to put no effort into staying up so they face plant back into a whiskey puddle. Only her breast was his pillow and his camera was aiming at it, not his head. She held him there a bit longer, knowing his processor might not be working at full compacity, but he might have logs to dive back into later. Just for him, she grabbed her top by the center and pulled it down just far enough to get a cleavage shot. Mostly for a reaction. But if he was responded to it at all, he didn't react. She couldn't see him being the type to act successfully, but just to test this she brought her boxing training in.

With swift harsh moves, Desman was lifted off her and throw to the ground with her on top. She shoved her crotch into the indention of his body's casing that would be considered his waist, licking her lips seductively as she lands and feels the laziness of his motor finally, while her hand's position themselves: Her right lifted in sloppy punch form and her left pressed into his hard cold chest. She aimed, but he was still unresponsive. She feinted a punch, but he still just out of it. Her pierced lip stuck out in a frown, only to stretch back into a grin. "Looks like he's out of it, Jak." She announced, sliding her leg down so she can low key grind into Desman's hardwear while something appeared in her right hand.

The instant it did, a noise sounded in her head and her head alone. She looked midly confused by this and turned the phone like object in her hand to face her. She studied the message, then let out a small laugh. "Oh, Jaixe sent me a message back." Her tail sprung back into its playful motion. She sat there on top of the red robut as casually as ever and began to read the message. She was delighted he still remembered her, its been so long since they've came into contact with one another. She remembered his orange eyes the most, and how important knowledge seemed to him. Jaixe had the plans, she had the action. She noticed the dates immediately. "Wha-? A week ago?" She frowned, Jaixe didn't come off as the type to wait. If anything he was doing something but could always get to it in a timely fashion.

Distracted now, she stands up and climbs off the nearly unconscious member of their rag-tag group and continues to go through the e-mail, seemingly forgetting what she had planned for him. Jak helped his friend up, but he was still pretty out of it. A moment later he would notice Ash has summoned that grappling hook once more and already had it loaded in the contraption that was on her arm. He stepped back from picking Desman up again just in time to not get his head lopped off by the giant red claws. It hit the ground where Jak had been standing before bouncing off and curving around Desman. As soon as it caught on the falling body it looped around him three times.

Entangled in her rope, she gives it a tug and it locks around his upper torso. He slumped forward but that only tightened the bonds enough to drag him along while they made for whatever vacation spot Jak picked. She nonchalantly brought the hair-rope over her shoulder and began to pull him backwards behind her, casually wheeling him behind them like he was one of those puppy on a string toys. She went back to her reading. “So where did you want to go?” She asked, again.