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"Do you...want any particular kind?" God, his fucking neck is killing him. This is what happens when you get thrown out of a moving truck, and all over fucking cocaine, of all things to almost kinda-sorta die for.

Christ. Couldn't even be something good.

"They have that...corn chowder thing, with the poblano peppers in it...?"

#fartemis-crock #ic: mox.#ooc: he is! in the doghouse. where he belongs always tbqh

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LESTAT THE CAT!!!!

#BEWARE HIS MIGHTY PAWS AND TREMBLE BEFORE HIM!!!!#OOC.#fartemis-crock #yes this was in fact an excuse to dig up the blankie pics I have of him

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He glances over in her direction when he thinks she's not looking. Artemis currently has her hands full just like him, head down and face screwed up with concentration as she nimbly screws together the piece he's asked her to handle while he takes care of the wiring. There's a sharp clatter of metal as she drops something - a screwdriver, onto the floor but she's quick to snatch it up again, muttering an apology under her breath.

Before the sounds would have set his teeth on edge, had him scream at her for being so clumsy but instead Edward stays calm, watching her with something that almost borders on fondness. He only stops to look back what he's doing when the tool in his hand starts hissing, forcing him to continue soldering. He frowns. It's almost funny how his perception on somebody could had changed as much and as fast as it had with Artemis Crock. Before he'd been irritated at the mere sight of the woman, how she could not even seem to guess the answer to his easiest riddles. He'd thought her a simpleton, a moron he could wrap around his finger then toss away like a used bandaid once she'd outlived her purpose. Except... that hadn't happened, or at least hadn't turned out like how he thought it would. His face scrunches up as he works. He'd planned on it after taking Crock in. Thought of nothing else when caring for her and she'd been obnoxious some more but as time went on, he started seeing things he hadn't before, little glimpses she'd hidden and were very different from his initial first impression of her. He looks her away again. She's still working diligently, even striking up a conversation about archeology. Something about ancient traps and how their designs, still so very intricate, hadn't changed all that much from their modern equivalents other than the materials used today. It's hard not to hang onto her every word and again Edward is struck by how differently he sees her now, pretending like she didn't know answers to whatever riddle he had and yet here she was, spouting off facts even he hadn't known until now. There's an odd flutter in his chest and Edward isn't sure he likes it. He pretends to busy his hands but Artemis seems to notice how distracted he is suddenly, offering to grab him an energy drink from upstairs. She's getting one too and he nods, trying not to stare as she goes to grab them. It was undeniable now. Edward cared for her one some strange level, cared for her in ways he'd never really cared about anyone before. Artemis was brash, painfully so, not to mention earnest to a fault. She was reckless in every conceivable way, vexing him on levels he'd never believed possible, never hesitating to prod or poke him if it brought her some sick satisfaction but she could be thoughtful too, soft despite her fierce exterior. She'd been... good to him, good in ways he'd never experienced with anyone before and for a moment it almost frightens Edward to imagine something happening to her, that one day he'd wake up and never see her again and - That train of thought is thankfully derailed upon her return. She's back, not just with a drink but a snack too, one of the apricot and nut bars he likes so much. She even has fresh bandaids for the scrapes he'd gotten getting elbow deep in the tangle of wires and steel he's under and again there's an uncomfortable knot in his stomach at how easily he thought about discarding her previously, that once she'd meant so little to him. They get back to work but if anything Edward's even more distracted than before. He had feelings for Artemis. Christ, they'd had sex but did he truly care about her or did he just like what she could do for him? His fingers hesitate, and suddenly Edward is quite terrified whatever the answer is.

#fartemis-crock #memes ;; characters inner thoughts on yours #This is... about 2 months late #But a lot changed and I'm just going to post it now bc I'm still hating my writing this week .u.#Something something Eddie is aware he's a narcissist on some level #And is struggling with his feelings BIG TIME #bc he never imagined liking Artemis so much?#She's his polar opposite in so many ways and pretends she's like #Not smart at all #When she is and she does all these little things that has his heart go doki-doki #Congrats Arte he's a mess #Okay I'm done rambling now and I'm still squinting at this but #Posting it #I promise future posts won't be so messy!

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Deep, dark eyes spin with the room, dizzy and blotted with intoxication. His sharp smile is pressing over his face, warm but intense and he's drawing a hand to her cheek, all but cooing his appreciation. If he were sober, he'd know he was a few moments from losing a finger.

"Ah! You are a saint! A scholar! A—you need a toilet brush. Oh God."

That'll do it, spilling his nausea and emptying his stomach, he chances a glance at the tub then back up at her through a part in the ink of his hair, frizzed and slightly wavy in the humidity of the room. Somehow he's still grinning, all suave despite the fact he can scarcely keep his eyes open.

"The tub, Arty? What about my delicates sensibilities?"

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he stares. instead of helping, he just... stares. he wants to see what her train of thought is. not because he doesn't believe she can figure it out, but rather it had become a bit of a secret experiment.

the exact same puzzle was given to jervis, and even two-face. oswald didn't even bother picking it up from his desk. "how's it going there? looks like you're close to solving it." and, of course, he was lying.

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#fartemis-crock #››› 03. riddler #it's one of those wooden puzzles that are multiple pieces that have to be put together in a specific place and order #i'll send you a pic :3 for better reference hehe.

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stoic. there's absolutely no reaction from him whatsoever. he's not even pretending to be paying attention to what they're keeping an eye to... frankly, he couldn't care less about the job. it was petty work, and they were instructed not to kill their mark, just scare them enough to make sure they don't steal from the kingpin again.

the sun was far too bright and intense, yet smaug remains gracefully calm... his body already a furnace, the added temperature was nothing but soothing. artemis having such a strong reaction to his teasing and the weather, however... that was more entertaining.

he's prepared for her to hit him at any moment, and whether he'll take the punch or protect himself at the last second will remain to be seen. "it's not even that bad, you're being extremely dramatic." his voice monotone, and he doesn't even bother making eye contact. or the equivalent of it if he bothered to stare at her sunglasses.

"you're being far too unprofessional right now... are you sure you're good at this?" just to add more pressure to things. he enjoyed getting a reaction from others far too much.

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#fartemis-crock #( * » verse: dc.#( * » form: human.#ansdjnaks he's bored cus he was told he couldn't k.ill :c #he has to pass the time *somehow*... bothering her seems to be the way to go #also she can absolutely smack him LOL

“I’m gonna lose so fucking hard it’s gonna blow your fucking mind”

she's being very dramatic.

"if i choose to be mean about it... yeah." though the overly dramatic comment gets him to giggle. a lighthearted laugh that doesn't really stop as he grabs a card from his hand, already decided on what move to make during that turn. "just don't go flippin' the table or anythin'." and he drops the card facing up onto the pile. grab 4...

"'onestly i didn't think it would be possible for someone to be holdin' near half the deck. thought that shit only 'appened in faked videos like on tiktok." but that's what one gets when playing a card game with the kingpin... but in a game as simple as uno, he really just got lucky that time.