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He looked over at her. He had a split lip and a black eye, and he was still holding himself weakly. "Yeah," he said with a nod. I'm okay."
She nodded, looking a little uncertain. "What do you want me to be doing when the shot goes down?"
He seemed exhausted, standing up and going over to the window.
She nodded, checking her watch. "It should be open today."
He tried to stand up, muttering to himself. "Hello, Fleur."
"Last time I got out was the ventilation system," she replied, tipping her head back to look at the sky. "But it closes the second and third floor...
He blinked, looking at her back, saying nothing at first as he took a deep breath.
She considered this, thinking carefully. "It depends," she said easily, walking beside him, her hands behind her back. "I think the most...
(Zoop!) The next morning, Ferris woke with a groan. It was the early morning, the sun slowly rising over the horizon. He sat up on his arms,...
She nodded, cracking her fingers. "Let's kick some ass."
"Goodnight," he replied, his voice quiet and low.
She laughed out loud, raising one eyebrow. "Okay. Fine. Are we going now?"
He rolled his eyes, looking over at her. "Go to sleep, Fleur."
"Why water?" she asked, leaning against the table.
He laughed, looking over at her. "I think that's a fair trade off."
She came over to him, looking down at the table. "What are you doing?"
"Sure, but I don't have to finish it if I die," he replied. "That'll be your problem."
Ophelia came out of her room fairly early, dressed with her hair pulled back in a long braid. "Good morning, Abel."
"I'd get out of having to find the necklace," he replied. "It's a good situation for me."
(...zoop?)
