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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 30, 2020 20:12:14 GMT -8
It had been a few days since the fiesta at Gremlin's apartment. They hadn't heard anything from Drake and work was boring (as usual), so, this gave them plenty of time to relax and let their hands heal. They had texted Gremlin here and there, but they hadn't seen each other in person since, so after things fell completely silent over text, they decided to go check on her and see what was up.
So, with another bag of definitely not stolen drinks and snacks, and bandages wrapped around their hands, they knocked on the door to her heavily fortified apartment. Hopefully Round II would go significantly better than Round I.
"Yo, it's me."
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Post by Gidget on Dec 30, 2020 20:14:57 GMT -8
Gidget winced as she spun around in her computer chair. Her hand was bruised and swollen, but the cut on her side ACHED, almost violently, all of the time. It had made it difficult for her to eat. She rubbed her good hand over her forehead, contemplating not answering the door, until she heard WR's voice.
A very slight smile crept across her face, and she stood up - carefully, and with far less grace - to go and let them in. It took her longer than usual to get all of the locks undone with only one hand, and she paused to make sure that her tank top covered the cut and any swelling it might cause, before she opened the door.
"It's my favorite volcano. Hey, there." She smirked at them, but stood aside to let them in, if they wanted to come in. "How's the hand?"
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 30, 2020 20:20:59 GMT -8
WR smiled as the door flung open, and they were quick to step in as Gremlin allowed entrance.
"Better every day. Cooler, too." They chuckled in reference to the bandages, and on the subject of hands, happened to notice the discoloring on hers as they looked her over. They would raise an eyebrow.
"Now, what the hell happened to you?"
They carried the conversation into the living room, plopping on the floor and setting the bag down somewhere central to both of them. They plucked a Coke out for themself and set it between their legs.
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Post by Gidget on Dec 30, 2020 20:22:39 GMT -8
She followed after WR, leaning over to grab a Coke before she retreated back to her computer chair. She typically avoided the couch that Drake had brought, and was so used to being in her computer chair that it basically had her butt permanently imprinted in the seat.
"I tried to punch a wall.... I have less than zero fighting skills, and it shows." She snickered, staring down at her hand.
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 30, 2020 20:26:51 GMT -8
WR's brow would stay raised as she explained, but they shrugged, popped the cap off the soda, and started chugging.
After a satisfying "Ah", and a wipe of their lips, they looked over the screens in front of her to grasp onto potential conversation topics, but... they didn't understand much of what they saw, so that was a no go.
"Well, at least we both have decorated hands now. I guess it's only fair I steal that from you since you stole my streak." They chuckled lightly, pointing their Coke at the black streak in her hair.
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Post by Gidget on Dec 30, 2020 20:28:49 GMT -8
She rolled her eyes, smirk still in place. She snickered.
"Strange how similar we look, huh? Mine's still cooler." She winked, then turned back to her computer for a moment, looking over the code.
"WR... what's your opinion on the TSI?"
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 30, 2020 20:33:48 GMT -8
It was WR's turn to roll their eyes. They plucked at their red streaks, smiling, as they looked at hers. Yeah, she wasn't wrong. They weren't gonna admit it, though.
And then, the question was asked.
"TSI, huh? Fuckin' hate 'em," They responded bluntly, but were quick to add on to that statement. "I mean, I respect what they do, and I was friends with a few TSI on my world, but those people are fucked up. At least, I don't agree with the way they go about things, or went, I guess. Dunno if it's any different here."
Though, they couldn't say much about fucked up philosophies since they were a Dragon apprentice, and all.
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Post by Gidget on Dec 30, 2020 20:50:22 GMT -8
She nodded thoughtfully, biting at her bottom lip as she continued to stare at the code on her monitor. She moved slower than usual, careful to avoid jostling herself.
"What about, like, the CIA or FBI? I don't know if you really had those. I guess I don't know much about your world, honestly."
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 30, 2020 20:59:54 GMT -8
WR shrugged. The questions seemed a little targeted at...something, presumably work, so they wouldn't pry just yet, and just assumed this was going somewhere.
"Yeah, we had those too. I think our worlds are pretty mirrored...or as close as you can get to it. It's weird, I dunno. Don't think about it much. But yeah, same feels with the FBI and CIA. Never interacted with them personally, but don't trust 'em. Secret agencies don't vibe well with me, but that's kind of a long story."
They shrugged again.
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Post by Gidget on Dec 30, 2020 21:02:24 GMT -8
"The 'don't ask, don't tell kinda long story, or the 'let's get popcorn and have a bitch fest' kind?"
Gidget snickered, spinning back around to face WR and finally cracking open her soda.
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 30, 2020 21:04:40 GMT -8
WR smirked.
"Whatever you want it to be really."
They kicked their legs out in front of them and downed the rest of the bottle...then they frowned, just for a second. There was no Drake to throw it at this time, so they settled for tossing it into the trash can across the room.
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Post by Gidget on Dec 30, 2020 21:07:49 GMT -8
"Well, I've got time. I don't have popcorn, though."
She propped on leg up on the edge of her computer chair, leaning against it and smiling at WR.
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 30, 2020 21:11:18 GMT -8
WR scoffed a smile, plucking a water from the bag and popping it open.
"I'll take a 50/50. I mean, I don't really have a lot of interesting stories, but if you got questions I'll answer honestly." They rubbed their chin for a moment.
"Like truth or dare, but no dares. I don't want to kill either of us." They snickered before taking a sip of water.
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Post by Gidget on Dec 30, 2020 21:25:48 GMT -8
Gidget couldn't help but laugh, and she nodded. "Want to do this question for question, then? I ask one, then you get to?"
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 30, 2020 21:27:15 GMT -8
"Works for me. Since I'm entitled, you can ask first."
They scooted a little closer to her desk.
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