She ran to the bathroom, loading the last bit of laundry before starting it and returning to him, slipping on her coat.
The stepped outside and began to walk down the sidewalk. He pressed his hand to his temple occasionally, frowning.
She glanced up at him nervously every once in a while, but besides from taking his free hand, she didn't do anything.
She faltered a little, letting go of his hand. "We're getting kind of far from base. Don't you think we should head back home?"
Abel looked back sharply, taking O's shoulder and moving her behind him protectively. "Eve.." She laughed slowly. "Yes.. I finally found you two. You must have been sneaky."
Ophelia was frowning, looking up at Abel and looking around for places to escape. "I missed you, Eve," Ophelia said brightly. "You're looking great."
There was someone behind them, that Abel didn't catch before. He was focused on Eve, who grinned. "Right. Did the signal work? Well, obviously not completely since you're still still focused.. Then what..? The noise?" Abel's face hardened. "Stop, Eve." The guard behind them got closer, holding a cattle prod in his hand.
Ophelia turned to the guard completely, standing in front of Abel protectively, her back against his. "Eve, desperation isn't a good look on you," she said slowly, watching the guard approach, ready to attack him as soon as he got close enough. "If you wanted to go on a date, you could just ask."
Abel frowned, but didn't seem at the top of his game. He looked back, as Eve started slowly moving towards them. He saw the person and immediately reacted blocking O. In the same second, the man stepped forward, jabbing the prod out and catching him in the side. He fell to his knees and Eve swooped in, snatching O and pressing a knife to her neck, holding her hands behind her back forcefully.
Ophelia panicked as she was pulled back by Eve, her eyes widening as she struggled to get away from Eve. "No, stop! Leave him alone!"
She presses the knife harder, her voice soft in her ear. "Relax. Just watch." Abel got up slowly, his expression changing from tired to angry and annoyed. "I.. I'm not in the mood for this bull*squee!*."
Ophelia stopped struggling, her hands on Eve's arm loosening as she watched Abel a little nervously, having flashbacks to when his memory was taken. "Abel...?"
Abel faced the man with the cow prod. Eve grinned maliciously. He pressed his hand to his temple and approached. The man stabbed at him again, but he grabbed his arm, pulling him close and elbowing him in the face, pulling the prod away and hitting him over the head with it.
