radio riot
This is sooooooooo boring… {` He mumbles it into his headset, sort of talking to Lime but also just to hear himself complain, because he knows her ability to answer back is entirely dependent on where she is inside that giantass building right now; as much as Selin enjoys sitting around on his ass doing nothing, he prefers doing it not on the roof of an apartment complex two blocks opposite a multimillion dollar corporation they’re casing for some future objective that he can’t even remember right now} I want pizza. Do you want pizza? There’s a place, like, maybe three kilometers from here. They have this one with shrimp and garlic and potato slices. So fucking good. {` A sigh} You’d be fine, right? I could be back in under a minute. {` He stretches his legs out in front of him, staring wistfully up at the overcast sky; he can’t literally lay face down on the concrete, but he’s definitely doing it figuratively, like, in his mind or whatever, knowing he can’t actually leave since technically he’s supposed to be backing Lime up, even though his major role in the mission is long over; he twirls the stolen security badge idly around his finger} Sooo, what’s up with you and Seven?