The idea of being preemptively invited to basically break into someoneâs apartment was a ridiculous one at best. Then again, it wasnât as if they were total strangers, like sheâd said. Or was this just something his sleep-deprived brain was trying to justify it as? With a commonly interrupted sleep cycle and spending months in the wilds in absolute squalor, between days where there sometimes wasnât much of anything to eat and they were forced on the run, his mental faculties werenât at the most optimal. And as tempting as the idea of crashing at Marjorieâs place for the night sounded, he couldnât when the rest of their team depended on them to make it back before the night was up. But, a short stint never hurt, right?
âAlright, got it. We probably wonât be long, but weâll be waiting in the living room or something. AndâŚthanks.â Though it felt awkward to think they were going through with this after months of roughing it, a shower sounded good right about then.Â
Nodding to Ignis, both men set off and practically dissolved in the shadows theyâd come, scoping out the apartment building after ducking through the thick underbrush and tropical forests that swallowed the Vannath Coast, finding the intended building and noting it would be an easy ascent.Â
While ignis kept watch, a brief Thunder spell overloaded any security cameras and he picked the window to emerge into Marjorieâs living room, suddenly feeling incredibly filthy juxtaposed with all her appointments. Taking off his shoes, even his socks and bare feet were hopelessly dusty. YeahâŚtheyâd have to clean that later. Helping Ignis through, quietly did both men close the window and silently wait for their hostess in the dark, lowering any blinds in all the rooms they could find.
Perhaps a big part of her also wanted to see things shaken up for once. She could admit it, her life was nice, but a pattern formed of what she did each day. Waking up as early as 5 AM, working long days, sometimes over 12 hours at a time. On occasion when they had the time, she went out for drinks or dancing with her friends, but they did all lead busy lives. Nothing particularly exciting was happening... she couldnât complain, but she wouldnât miss out on the opportunity of a life time to spice her life up, even if it was just for the night.Â
Giving a gentle wave, she sets off back on her usual path to the apartment building. However... she did make a pit stop at the convenience store along the way. Loading up on snacks and drinks, the worker there didnât bother to bat an eye. With the amount she carried in two baskets, it wasnât uncommon for her in the least to purchase that much at once for herself alone. Walking the dark streets, her heels on the concrete sounded a little less mundane, for the first time in a long time.Â
Stepping into the apartment, now without the breeze to carry away their smell, she was hit with the dire realization that they really hadnât showered in a little while. It was too small of an apartment not to notice, but sheâd smelled worse. It amazed her sometimes, the greasy hair people came into the salon with some days. Closing the door behind her with her foot, the auto-lock kicks in as she sets the bags on the table. âIâve returned, and bearing snacks.âÂ
Finally she turns, flicking on the lamp on the small dining room table meant only for two or three, allowing a dim light to coat the room. It meant seeing them in all their dusty glory, and now the smell definitely made sense.Â
       âI hope you guys like passion fruit scented soap. Itâs all Iâve got for you.âÂ
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