ₓₒ⋆:°* memories colder than ice | past!plot | beemon
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it’s not a process she’s proud of. she’s here, in the bookkeeping offices (gross), greasing the palms of a fellow gang-member because she needs a favor. they both know it — or at least, it’s painfully obvious to bee, considering how awkward she is during every conversation with suriya — and the latter is stringing her along to watch her squirm, she fucking swears it. granted, it’s not like it’s much of a loss on her part; her “bribes” thus far have consisted of a large tea, a muffin and another drink, then a “leftover” half-dozen of donuts, when she just happened to be in this part of the building. now, it’s storebought cookies in a tupperware (bought just for this occasion!) to make them look homemade.
fucking christ. she’s disappointed in herself. but suriya is extremely skilled, everyone knows it, and bee insists this’ll be the time. no more faltering. she was going to ask for a favor.
such a simple task, and such an unnecessary build-up. ugh. “hey, suriya!” ugh. bee brandished the red-topped container with a smile as she picked her way to the elemental’s desk and propped herself against the corner of it, peeling back the corner of the lid. her hair was pulled back, her tattoo on display, just in case suriya called her out on how un-gang-like this was. “since you’re basically med team’s official snack-tester now, tell me; i can’t figure out how i feel about these. thoughts?”
