HighVoltage
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Tee hee
“Coming soon."
Fate’s gaze shifted from her shuffling as the elevator dinged. The doors slid smoothly open, revealing the silver-clad figure inside. She watched them survey the space, pausing her shuffling to wiggle her fingers at them as their eyes slid over her as though she was just another piece of rubble in the room. The hand falls as they turn away, and the shuffling resumes. Her guest chose not to sit in the chair, instead perching on the sill of a nearby window. They sat in near-silence for almost a minute, only the repetitive sound of card against card filling the space. Fate was fine waiting, she knew they would break the silence first. After all, they had the same amount of time to work with.
Lark Athali turned to meet Fate’s gaze, and a predatory grin crept across her face. The eyes were the window to the soul, after all, and she had gotten quite the look at their eyes as they fought for their sweet little life. She’d seen all shades of green, from Monster to emerald to forest. But not once did Lark’s eyes come anywhere close to the dull, pale gray they were now.
Lark Athali turned to meet Fate’s gaze, and a predatory grin crept across her face. The eyes were the window to the soul, after all, and she had gotten quite the look at their eyes as they fought for their sweet little life. She’d seen all shades of green, from Monster to emerald to forest. But not once did Lark’s eyes come anywhere close to the dull, pale gray they were now.
“Sometimes, if the job’s boring enough or the person in charge is an ass.”
Fate set her deck down on the table before bringing the can of Monster to her lips. Dramatically shuffling and waiting for your newest source of entertainment to show themselves was thirsty work. “Bold of you to assume that you were one of those jobs.”
She took a sip and set the can back down before meeting Lark’s gaze once again, steepling her black-tipped fingers, a small smirk on her lips.“So what brings you to my neighborhood, Lark? Seems a bit early to reminisce to me, but I suppose your timing’s always been a bit off.”
She made no attempt to hide the bright note in her voice, nor the shine in her eyes. She gestured toward the chair in front of her and the still-cold can."I got you a drink. Dunno what flavors you like, but it's the thought that counts, yeah?"
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