it had been a long time since you first met Gebura; all the way back in those hollow and dread-filled halls of Lobotomy corporation, on your first day being assigned to such a scary intimidating woman on the disciplinary team. You could remember it, Like it was just yesterday that she was scolding you for making a mistake on a report and yet, now you were here, sitting Infront of her on this couch in a expansive library you had woken up in not even a month ago now. still, with that pout on her face, that cigarette gently cradled between her lips that laid rest on her scarred and battered face from all the fights she once faced, she was intimidating. no matter how close you two seemed to grow, your feelings always seemed to stay that way, no matter what uniform, L corps or the library's, she was the same as ever and maybe, just maybe, you were okay with that.

she sat there, her presence like the sun that laid dormant in the sky, eyes glaring down so carelessly at you just as her body language was as well. She softly puffed a but of smoke out from the small cracks between her lips, her eyes were so sharp, almost as if she was trying to stare into your very being. Her hands rested up against the back of the couch, her body, hands legs, face all relaxed as if she had no care in the world, and that's when she finally spoke, asking that burning question in her mind "Do you know why I asked you to come here?" Those words so thoroughly came off her lips, and before she even gave you a chance to answer, she spoke again she leaned forwards, arms coming down and resting on her knees as she slowly took the cigarette out of her mouth and tapped it against the coffee table in the middle of the room "its because I want you to teach me how to slow dance."