[ she has a feeling he means "i thought you left my personal space" instead of the city proper because she did; it was sad watching him sleep on the couch even though it was sweet he offered. willa may be ancient but she is still in the life of a fit 24 year old, she could sleep on the floor and be better off than logan's back after sleeping on the couch.
she came back to steal a terrycloth bathrobe for claudia and she knew his was unused. ]
Leaving, hm? [ she leans against the wall, robe folded into a pillow shape in her arms. ] I'm surprised you lasted this long before attempting a prison break.
[Away. Somewhere else - anywhere else. He knows she's got something in her arms but doesn't care aside from a passing glance, looking up to her face as she calls him out. He's already telling himself to just let it go, brush her off and not think about anything other than that out. It's like the Sunseeker all over again. One goal, one purpose...]
And yeah, I'm getting lost. You're probably busy here, right?
[She looks dead inside. He knows the look. Knows the feeling. The whole husk of who you were a little while ago, walking around not knowing your purpose. Missing something - someone, something you can't have. Or that you lost, maybe, by some unfortunate turn of events. It's not his problem though. She came her of her own volition, just like she threw herself into the middle of his fight with that other prick all on her own. She can get herself out of it too, or hunker down and stay put. Probably the better option.
He's finishing packing his bag, zipping it up. Not going to say a thing about his plans. Nada.]
For fuck's sake.
[Why! Why? Why.]
You-
[Before he can get another word out, there's a fucking portal appearing.]
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[ she has a feeling he means "i thought you left my personal space" instead of the city proper because she did; it was sad watching him sleep on the couch even though it was sweet he offered. willa may be ancient but she is still in the life of a fit 24 year old, she could sleep on the floor and be better off than logan's back after sleeping on the couch.
she came back to steal a terrycloth bathrobe for claudia and she knew his was unused. ]
Leaving, hm? [ she leans against the wall, robe folded into a pillow shape in her arms. ] I'm surprised you lasted this long before attempting a prison break.
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[Away. Somewhere else - anywhere else. He knows she's got something in her arms but doesn't care aside from a passing glance, looking up to her face as she calls him out. He's already telling himself to just let it go, brush her off and not think about anything other than that out. It's like the Sunseeker all over again. One goal, one purpose...]
And yeah, I'm getting lost. You're probably busy here, right?
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[ she doesn't work on alien backpackers because nothing is actually wrong with the people they are making stepford hosts.
she shrugs, seemingly unbothered that her power is useless and her purpose is purposeless, but also she seems pretty dead inside at the moment. ]
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He's finishing packing his bag, zipping it up. Not going to say a thing about his plans. Nada.]
For fuck's sake.
[Why! Why? Why.]
You-
[Before he can get another word out, there's a fucking portal appearing.]