( ... pfft. felicity watches and waves him off, before she resumes cleaning up the remains. unfortunately, she's also removing any and all evidence- the mugs? washed. the teapot? washed. the spill? wiped up.
but come whenever add wakes up, she can be found in her room, sketching on an old notebook. despite how casual she's acting, and her refusal to feel guilty, she can't help but be nervous- it's quite an overstep she made, after all.
all she can really do is wait, and also bait the gargoyle with cheese in the fridge- )
[Add is sleeping straight through breakfast... which, honestly, is probably a good thing. It's well past noon when he does wake up, buried under Elsword's blankets and scent. Confused, if only for a moment. Dynamo was willing to let Fel slip something in his drink without reporting it, but they're far too loyal to keep Add in the dark after the fact.
So, yeah. If she was hoping he wouldn't remember...
He's polite enough to knock, but rude enough to let himself in, leaning agains the open doorframe. At least he looks well rested, cleaned and put together—a far cry from how he's been over the past few weeks. The smile is On but she should know by now how little that means.]
Good morning, Felicity! Ah, or I suppose it should be good afternoon?
( oh, that's still more polite than she was expecting. and it's not that she expected him to forget- she just didn't want to leave even a single sample for him to try and use to combat her if she had to do this again.
felicity hums thoughtfully, closing her book. )
Time's fake, we both know that. Did you have a good sleep?
That's great. Unfortunately, I never finished my research notes on his unique biology, so I won't be able to provide the customized treatment plan I was supposed to have ready by now.
I'm not going to apologize no matter how many consequences you draw up. This is the first time since you arrived that you don't look dead on your feet and on the verge of collapse, and I won't regret it.
[at least he came out and just said it... but he's huffing, so it's hard to take it completely seriously. he's way more annoyed than he is genuinely mad about this breach of trust.
she didn't try to kill him so like. it's fine, but also,]
In that case, I'll keep your stance in mind next time you're the one overworking yourself. [and he'll be checking all his drinks for tampering, thank you very much!!!!!]
Well you've rejected any other form of care, and you weren't going to do it yourself. You haven't been since you got back- would last night really have been any different?
( is it right? absolutely not. but if she'd approached any other way he wouldn't have even let her in. it was an extreme stance and she knows it but-
he was so pale and drained. and he wasn't going to stop. )
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but come whenever add wakes up, she can be found in her room, sketching on an old notebook. despite how casual she's acting, and her refusal to feel guilty, she can't help but be nervous- it's quite an overstep she made, after all.
all she can really do is wait, and also bait the gargoyle with cheese in the fridge- )
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TIME SKIP TIME SKIP this is the time skip
So, yeah. If she was hoping he wouldn't remember...
He's polite enough to knock, but rude enough to let himself in, leaning agains the open doorframe. At least he looks well rested, cleaned and put together—a far cry from how he's been over the past few weeks. The smile is On but she should know by now how little that means.]
Good morning, Felicity! Ah, or I suppose it should be good afternoon?
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felicity hums thoughtfully, closing her book. )
Time's fake, we both know that. Did you have a good sleep?
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[not that he asked her too... but also, he wasn't expecting her to drug him, so.]
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( she gave that garg so much fucking cheese dude. )
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[at least he came out and just said it... but he's huffing, so it's hard to take it completely seriously. he's way more annoyed than he is genuinely mad about this breach of trust.
she didn't try to kill him so like. it's fine, but also,]
In that case, I'll keep your stance in mind next time you're the one overworking yourself. [and he'll be checking all his drinks for tampering, thank you very much!!!!!]
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( is it right? absolutely not. but if she'd approached any other way he wouldn't have even let her in. it was an extreme stance and she knows it but-
he was so pale and drained. and he wasn't going to stop. )
I don't go to the extremes you do.
( liar. she just hasn't yet. )