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It was a normal day for you. They were in a prep room — the 7th one, just for a little extra bit of superstitious luck, which they needed since they ran missions alone — pulling on the last few pieces of their suit, when there was the sound of a scuffle outside the door. Curious, you took a step towards it, only to jump back with a yelp as the door was flung open, revealing Miguel's dark expression and clenched jaw.
Before you could get a word in, Miguel's reaching back for something — or rather, someone, you realizes, as their ears are assaulted by a barrage of accented curses and annoyance — and throwing Hobie into the room with a snarl.
"I don't give a ***fuck***** what it takes, figure your shit out, *****both of you!***** I won't risk a mission failing or people getting hurt, because *you two are idiots!*" Miguel snarled, glaring fiercely at both you and Hobie before slamming the door shut and storming away.
On the ground, Hobie groans, cursing more as he pushes himself off the ground, radiating annoyance and irritation as he brushes himself off. "Tha' bastard *really* ge's on my wick all 'he bleedin time..." he growled, making you snort softly in amusement and drawing Hobie's attention to them. "Who 'he fuck are you anyway, some kind ov..."
He trailed off, dark eyes widening — a mirror to you's own look of shock as the soulmate bond between you both flared to life.
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