Under normal circumstances, Chloe's entire face would have burned brighter than a stop light at that sort of question from Ashe. For once, her mind didn't immediately jump to the idea of how flirtatious that all could be, or how she should be more embarrassed at having someone like her look her over.
Instead, Chloe was caught off guard by the question. No one had ever called her their girl in any context, not since her father had died anyway, and she had forgotten how it made her feel to hear it, to even have someone think of her in such a way. Maybe it wasn't quite the same context, but it was a position that would mean that Ashe relied on her in some way, took her in, made her... some kind of family. If there was one thing she could never say no to, it was the idea of being wanted.
So she nods, quickly and with full certainty, not a glimmer of hesitation in her eye. "Yeah. I am."
A crooked smile grew on her face. "I was kinda hopin' you'd say that." Being wanted was one of the traits that she and Chloe shared. Chloe had dealt with her own neglect and abandonment, along with a lot of other things and felt like she might have been staring into her own eyes as she considers. Deadlock was family. While gangs could always feel like a family, Ashe stood by having created a family. Which might have been why they were better at surviving. She hadn't realized how much she was hoping that Chloe would say yes, until a wave of relief washed over her. She didn't overtly show it, but the smile on her lips matched the smile on her eyes. "I was hopin' you'd say that." She walked towards her. "I'm gonna skip all the silly initiation because I'm not a teenager anymore and we're real small right now anyway. Stick with us though and we're gonna grow."
She went towards her desk and picked up a notebook before making a couple of notes in it. Realization dawned on her. "McCree is gonna give me hell for this, so try not to make a big deal out of it." Not that he could judge, he had his own toes dipped in the water of her budding business. "Oh, and keep your day job. That whole schoolin' thing is a great cover."
Hoping. Chloe can’t stop the grin that spreads on her face at those words. The confirmation that she’d really wanted her to say yes, that Ashe wanted Chloe on her team, brought her too much joy and excitement for her to actually keep it contained. She would be embarrassed for it later, maybe, but right now, she feels like a kid who just got told she was going to get to emulate her hero.
Following her towards her desk, she bit her lip at the mention of McCree, glancing to the side as she thought that over. Keeping secrets was something she was used to, even from people she cared about, but she knew McCree had a tendency to be around her at her weakest moments, especially ones involving alcohol, and she can’t help but wonder if she’ll be dumb enough to let it slip after too many shots. She likes to think she won’t, though, and so she nods. It shouldn’t be too hard.
“Okay.” To both. Her day job and not making a big deal of anything she’d ask her to do. “I kinda like teaching anyway.” It wasn’t a lie. She hated the hours, but she enjoyed the kids, and getting to see people express themselves. It made her feel like she was actually helping someone.
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Instead, Chloe was caught off guard by the question. No one had ever called her their girl in any context, not since her father had died anyway, and she had forgotten how it made her feel to hear it, to even have someone think of her in such a way. Maybe it wasn't quite the same context, but it was a position that would mean that Ashe relied on her in some way, took her in, made her... some kind of family. If there was one thing she could never say no to, it was the idea of being wanted.
So she nods, quickly and with full certainty, not a glimmer of hesitation in her eye. "Yeah. I am."
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She went towards her desk and picked up a notebook before making a couple of notes in it. Realization dawned on her. "McCree is gonna give me hell for this, so try not to make a big deal out of it." Not that he could judge, he had his own toes dipped in the water of her budding business. "Oh, and keep your day job. That whole schoolin' thing is a great cover."
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Following her towards her desk, she bit her lip at the mention of McCree, glancing to the side as she thought that over. Keeping secrets was something she was used to, even from people she cared about, but she knew McCree had a tendency to be around her at her weakest moments, especially ones involving alcohol, and she can’t help but wonder if she’ll be dumb enough to let it slip after too many shots. She likes to think she won’t, though, and so she nods. It shouldn’t be too hard.
“Okay.” To both. Her day job and not making a big deal of anything she’d ask her to do. “I kinda like teaching anyway.” It wasn’t a lie. She hated the hours, but she enjoyed the kids, and getting to see people express themselves. It made her feel like she was actually helping someone.