[ Vents were the worst part about the job. They were beautiful access points, often underlooked and underutilized. The cleaning crew maybe does a run through the vents once every three years and trust her, it looks like they're long overdue. She fights off spiderwebs (what else is knew), dust, and allergens with no complaint. She didn't mind getting messy so long as the job was done.
They speak in hushed words, moving with a softness of their knees and palms to the metal. Felicia's luck isn't always good, so she plays it safe – stopping right above a grated opening below that housed a hallway. ]
Are you seriously trying to have a heart to heart with me in the vents? With puns? Second guessing my help right now...
[ Sure, she can play the role of annoyed ex, feeling as if his way was the most boring and nerdiest way to live his life – but she envies him. He's good, so good that it strikes even Felicia's own insecurities, how low they were. He's the guy who would forgive and forget, the one who saw hope when others saw tragedy – and Felicia would never know that.
She's petty, she's a realist, but the trait they share is their loyalty. It was why she came here without any questions, regardless of her own selfish wants. ]
I'm not a fan of what you do – [ She repeats out loud, but silently because I'm not good at it. ] – but that doesn't mean I'm stopping you. Just offering you the voice you need to go to the 'morally grayside' every so often. It's pretty fun.
[ Party Hardy always had to tempt him. :/
They wait in silence for a few moments, her ears listening for footsteps or doors closing. With nothing there, she carries on – eyes on the prize to reach an elevator shaft. If they planned it right, they'd leave the hacking stuff for the professionals and just scale downward to their destination. Just like... 6 stories, that's easy enough. ]
If you keep bringing up the stupid Monkey's Paw, you'll be dealing with Cat's Claw instead.
[ The serious talk was nearly dropped, mainly because Felicia isn't going to bite her tongue on a lot of things with him – but with her hangups? It takes a lot to address them. ]
So long as you aren't cramping my style or sticking your stupid tracers on me – you can do whatever you want. I'll even say it: I'll support you, but ugh, I don't have to like it!
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They speak in hushed words, moving with a softness of their knees and palms to the metal. Felicia's luck isn't always good, so she plays it safe – stopping right above a grated opening below that housed a hallway. ]
Are you seriously trying to have a heart to heart with me in the vents? With puns? Second guessing my help right now...
[ Sure, she can play the role of annoyed ex, feeling as if his way was the most boring and nerdiest way to live his life – but she envies him. He's good, so good that it strikes even Felicia's own insecurities, how low they were. He's the guy who would forgive and forget, the one who saw hope when others saw tragedy – and Felicia would never know that.
She's petty, she's a realist, but the trait they share is their loyalty. It was why she came here without any questions, regardless of her own selfish wants. ]
I'm not a fan of what you do – [ She repeats out loud, but silently because I'm not good at it. ] – but that doesn't mean I'm stopping you. Just offering you the voice you need to go to the 'morally grayside' every so often. It's pretty fun.
[ Party Hardy always had to tempt him. :/
They wait in silence for a few moments, her ears listening for footsteps or doors closing. With nothing there, she carries on – eyes on the prize to reach an elevator shaft. If they planned it right, they'd leave the hacking stuff for the professionals and just scale downward to their destination. Just like... 6 stories, that's easy enough. ]
If you keep bringing up the stupid Monkey's Paw, you'll be dealing with Cat's Claw instead.
[ The serious talk was nearly dropped, mainly because Felicia isn't going to bite her tongue on a lot of things with him – but with her hangups? It takes a lot to address them. ]
So long as you aren't cramping my style or sticking your stupid tracers on me – you can do whatever you want. I'll even say it: I'll support you, but ugh, I don't have to like it!