Oct 7, 2015
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‘ room service would’ve been quicker. ‘
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‘ room service would’ve been quicker. ‘
@ napolcon, con’t from here.
An exasperated sigh is heaved; he hears her from behind him, and she’s relentless as ever. Why couldn’t she just let it go? Because she was Gaby. She didn’t just let you off the hook.
❝ That was the plan, yeah. ❞ While his back was still turned to her, he could practically feel the fire in her eyes against his back. Biting back another sigh, he stops packing his luggage and turns, finally, to face her. His expression isn’t fixed in that familiar charm, or causality; no, he’s quite serious.
❝━don’t stick your nose in this bad business, Gaby. Just let it go. ❞
her arms are crossed tight, fingers digging harshly into the soft skin of her forearms. she tells herself it’s because she needs the distraction, the anchor, to keep herself in check. already she can feel the righteous anger rushing through her, making everything too sharp, making her oversensitive. had her hands been free she’s not sure what she’d done with them -- so. better to keep them in place. ( and prolong the inevitable. )
the victory that she feels when he finally looks at her is lost the moment he tells her off. she scoffs at him. “ considering that they know we’re associated with each other, isn’t that warning a bit too late ? ” a tilt of the head, and her nails dig deeper into her arms. when she speaks next, her tone is firm.
“ i’m not letting you go out there alone. you need back-up. ”
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“This is the absolute last time I ever drive in a car with you...”
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“--What are you doing in my room, Herr Solo?”
Her eyes moved around his broad form for any sign of their tall, Russian friend; not that she actually believed Illya to be in the room, otherwise he would have been standing behind Napoleon and breathing down his neck.
@ napolcon.
“ i should get you to make breakfast for the three of us more regularly, ” it’s the closest thing to a compliment that she can say, what with the early hour, her hangover, and her general disgruntlement at being awoken from slumber.