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@totallypedestrian || cont.

“You think I go tanning in my free time, Felix? Shit. The Midwest isn’t exactly bright and sunny all the time. It rains more than half the time, I swear.”

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“It’s always the sad, pale ones.”

“You’re calling me pale? Have you looked in a mirror lately?”

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“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“ Peachy keen. “

He forces a grin, shoving his hands into the pocket of his lab coat.

“ You’d be surprised how often this happens. “

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Technological Intervention | fitz & felix

Given his tendency to ramble on about -- well, anything, there was one hobby that Leo Fitz was fairly good at, but just rarely found the time for: teaching. He'd been a teaching assistant a handful of times during his days in both under- and postgrad studies, oftentimes younger than the students he was meant to be instructing, even if he never considered teaching viable as a full time career. He had a difficult enough time balancing research with basic human functions. Convincing himself to teach, experiment, and live would have been something close to a death sentence.

Still, he found time to give guest lectures. He was something of a wanted commodity in the science world, one of those young, prodigious minds, even if nobody seemed to know the exact nature of his research. He was capable of talking for hours on end about anything and everything, be it his own line of work, or simply paraphrasing things said to him by Simmons while they waited for the popcorn to pop.

He insisted they lingered here a while longer, reasoning two-fold: he was friends with one of the associate professors on retainer, and the woman had asked him to speak to her undergraduate class about robotics and the implications of artificial intelligence. While it was nice to catch up, she didn't have time for a meal, or drinks, and he was forced to leave right after, unable to help but feel that it was something of a waste of time. It would have been nice having an actual conversation with a woman he used to be fairly good friends with when they were in school.

Hands dug deep into his pocket, Fitz rounded the unfamiliar corridors of the university, head kept down as he puzzled out the answer to a question one of the students posed in class, the only would he couldn't answer -- should humans invent artificial intelligence, what's the next evolutionary turn for organic life? Would it not simply cease to be, as a newer, better, competing species took its place?

His concentration, though, was broken when he saw footsteps just in his line of sight, not quick enough to dodge completely. His shoulder connected with a strangers, knocking him off balance, bumping into the wall. Apologetic and flustered, he glanced up, waving a hand. "Sorry," he said, chuckling nervously. "I was debating the future of humans as a species. You know how it is."

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We Need to Escape - Felix || Sarah

The night was extremely slow, even for a weekday, and Sarah had just found time for herself. Vick was becoming obnoxious even for her to handle him, and after he had hit her again, she packed all of her things, as few as she had, for who knows what time that month, and called her brother before she would kill Vick with her bare hands.

With the bag under her arm and the glass of bourbon in the other, Sarah was sitting in the bar she and Felix often hung out at, and they had agreed to meet there that night. Her cheekbone was still sore from the punch she had received from Vick, and the spot had began to bruise slightly, but Sarah paid no attention to it. She only needed her brother to be there, since she couldn't go to Mrs S's, where Kira was staying that weekend. Her daughter did not need to know that her mum had an abusive boyfriend. Exhaling through her nose, Sarah brushed fingers through her hair before looking towards the door then back at her glass, before taking another sip.