[ She was more into history than the sciences, so there's some slight common ground there – she's just careful to make sure it isn't quicksand. The last thing she needs is to go gabbing about the history of a dead civilization and how much lost treasure was out in the world. She has to keep her cool-cat persona ready, you know? ]
It's a date then. Your treat.
[ If he even has a job right now? That boy gets messy. Of course, there is the lingering awkwardness by how casual Felicia is. Too casual. There's something about the girl that seemingly acts before thinking – but it was the furthest thing from the truth. This wasn't a glamourous job, but it's what she does best. A slip of the tongue and a cup of good coffee was not too terrible of a price to pay.
If she gets daring, maybe she'll grab a diamond or two while they're down in the vault. There's that double-cross!
The tablet was zoomed in around for a moment, a brilliant green gaze memorizing the older museum, fond memories of some of her first few practice heists certainly outshine everything else about college. Everything.
She doesn't linger too long, instead packing away the tablet and instead pulling up the goggles to her face. Sorry, she left her contacts behind so it's back to cliche spy gear. ]
It pre-dates you, Spider. You can't web me up for something long and gone!
[ Probably some rich swinger couple resides in her first condo, but alas – that was the first time she lost her stash. Now? She's building things up and certainly more closer to good than evil. The favorite thorn in his side that's lasted longer than all the rest.
She's up, a grappling hook sailing across the distance with pinpoint accuracy. It barely makes a nose when the cat-like claw latches to the side of the ledge and before he can even stop her, she yells out without any regard for their cover – ]
Keep telling yourself that!
[ I mean? The view was always good with Felicia. File that away in the ol' spank bank, Parker.
For now, she makes it to the rooftop of the museum, quick to find a familiar electrical box near the A/C unit humming to life. She isn't subtle – with a tool kit pulled from her cleavage ( which seriously is canon ), she begins to work, all until the fan sputters to a stop. ]
Think you can help a girl out and pry the cover off?
no subject
It's a date then. Your treat.
[ If he even has a job right now? That boy gets messy. Of course, there is the lingering awkwardness by how casual Felicia is. Too casual. There's something about the girl that seemingly acts before thinking – but it was the furthest thing from the truth. This wasn't a glamourous job, but it's what she does best. A slip of the tongue and a cup of good coffee was not too terrible of a price to pay.
If she gets daring, maybe she'll grab a diamond or two while they're down in the vault. There's that double-cross!
The tablet was zoomed in around for a moment, a brilliant green gaze memorizing the older museum, fond memories of some of her first few practice heists certainly outshine everything else about college. Everything.
She doesn't linger too long, instead packing away the tablet and instead pulling up the goggles to her face. Sorry, she left her contacts behind so it's back to cliche spy gear. ]
It pre-dates you, Spider. You can't web me up for something long and gone!
[ Probably some rich swinger couple resides in her first condo, but alas – that was the first time she lost her stash. Now? She's building things up and certainly more closer to good than evil. The favorite thorn in his side that's lasted longer than all the rest.
She's up, a grappling hook sailing across the distance with pinpoint accuracy. It barely makes a nose when the cat-like claw latches to the side of the ledge and before he can even stop her, she yells out without any regard for their cover – ]
Keep telling yourself that!
[ I mean? The view was always good with Felicia. File that away in the ol' spank bank, Parker.
For now, she makes it to the rooftop of the museum, quick to find a familiar electrical box near the A/C unit humming to life. She isn't subtle – with a tool kit pulled from her cleavage ( which seriously is canon ), she begins to work, all until the fan sputters to a stop. ]
Think you can help a girl out and pry the cover off?