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</a><br/>Nalia<br/>Anger room<br/><a class="username" data-user-id="3012" data-username="@Norden" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/3012/">@Norden</a><br/><br/>The back of Nalia’s hand almost slammed into the table as he dropped the orb into her palm. She heard him give her fair warning about the orb’s weight, but still she hadn’t been quite prepared for it. With a small laugh of embarrassment, she lifted it decently enough, but not without some effort. Her fingers traced along the grooves and over the omega he mentioned. She didn’t dare press it, even if he hadn’t told her not to. She was already informed that it was a weapon and it would be stupid to start randomly pressing buttons on something that has the capabilities of causing some form of damage. This may be the anger rooms their in, but the quarters were quite close in the quaint diner setting they’ve chosen.<br/><br/>Nimbly, she handed it back to him once he’s had his first bite of his burger. “As long as you don’t aim it at me, I’m game.” Her smile widened when she took a bite into her own burger as well, kind of excited for what was to come after the meal. While Nalia preferred to avoid confrontation and struggle, she did find it interesting to watch others take on enemies in a match of the physical sort. She’s watched Jecht a few times fighting in his unofficial personal anger room, but eventually he shooed her off after she’d gotten in the way a few too many times. So, a mental note, stay out of Axle’s way when he decompresses his big ball. She snorted a bit at her train of thought and choice of vocabulary, fully aware that he has no idea what she’s thinking, but shrugging it off if he were to ask about it.<br/><br/>The two sat in silence for a bit, enjoying their meals, before the waitress came over again. Nalia was nearly done with her burger, just a bite or two more, when she asked if there was anything more the two would want. Nalia shook her head no, the burger satisfying her well enough. The waitress then turned to Axle and asked him the same.