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Neffatari Nzingha had briefly taught her how to use the coffee machine in this breakroom.[break][break]

It had seemed simple at the time, Elisabeth thought, though now as she cradled a cup of freshly brewed coffee in her hands she found herself dissatisfied with the strength of it. Copious amounts of sugar and cream would have to mask it.[break][break]

This was her fault, she supposed, for venturing away from her old standby of tea. Then again, she had no interest in sleeping. Not after the events of that Megalopolan prison, at least.[break][break]

The Rocket submarine was unnaturally quiet at this hour, but she preferred it that way. Leaning against the wall, a Styrofoam cup of disappointing coffee in hand, Elisabeth let her thoughts wander far away from the papers she'd let accumulate on her desk.[break][break]

She dared to think of Mauville, wondering if BARNABY FINCH had arrived home safely since she'd seen him last. Of course he would have, she knew.[break][break]

A tightness in her chest resented not being able to confirm it for herself.[break][break]

"Ah--" The sound of the breakroom door opening startled her, coffee sloshing slightly with the movement as she whirled around. "Forgive me. I thought I was alone."[break][break]

Though fern delaney wasn't the admin she'd privately hoped to see.

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It wasn’t often that Fern sought out the breakroom. Not at this particular hour, anyway. Perhaps when the day was high and there was paperwork to avoid by engaging in pointless chatter with whoever they could corner at one of the tables.[break][break]
Now, though, it was unnervingly quiet along the halls of the sub as they paced the hollow path. Only the click of their boots rose in the air. Not even Tapu Koko dogged their heels.[break][break]
Since their return from that present, their patron had been restless and prone to constant movement. More so than usual. They had been more agitated than usual.[break][break]
The gnaw in their stomach indicated that they could no longer avoid eating, but they’d left the tin they’d made at home by mistake.[break][break]
And home was the last place they wished to be.[break][break]
Home meant sharp words and walking the line of a knife’s edge. It meant the inevitable of another outburst. The storm was inside of them. All thunder roll and words that were meant to lance through jayden cross like lightning flash.[break][break]
There were moments when they thought they could see the forks of their impact fanning over his skin. A pattern of lightning flowers from the words they spoke. Fractal webbing in lichtenberg figure.[break][break]
Fern couldn’t bear to see the result of their unkindness and resentment. But neither could they relent. So, they stubbornly stayed away, and hoped some grunt’s abandoned lunch would tide them over while they slept on the cramped couch of their office.[break][break]
What they didn’t anticipate was the burble of the coffee pot as it percolated. They froze in the doorway, hand scraping down their face as panic clawed their throat at the idea that their fight had found them even here.[break][break]
But green eyes met theirs instead, and Fern’s head tilted in confusion as they took in Elisabeth Fiorelli. As harrowed, perhaps, as themself. “Then we would both be under the same assumption,” they replied as they forced themself into movement. “I would not have expected to see you here at this hour, Elisabeth.”[break][break]
Normally, they would have committed to Fiorelli as they usually did. But in the moment they felt a certain vulnerability, and did not care to be alone in it. Formality gone to the wayside in favor of familiarity, sparse as it may have been.[break][break]
The private disappointment in wishing for someone else, however, was not shared. Fern only felt relief.

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POSTED ON Jul 9, 2024 23:14:45 GMT

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"That's the thing about expectations," she mused into her cup. "They're often unreliable."[break][break]

She didn't have a particularly strong opinion of fern delaney, save for the fact they were competent and had yet to irritate her in a meaningful capacity. This, for all intents and purposes, doubled as close to a glowing recommendation as most Rockets could expect to receive from the underboss.[break][break]

The misstep in using her name went unnoticed, the bags under her eyes suggesting she'd perhaps not had enough rest to make such a connection. Her mental capacity was far from its peak performance.[break][break]

"I don't recommend the coffee," she said suddenly, growing apprehension taking hold of her as the admin neared the brewed pot. "It's hardly good enough to be called dishwater."[break][break]

Even so, she continued to drink.[break][break]

"Preparing for war, then?" she asked conversationally. It was the general assumption these days.[break][break]

She masked her own insomnia behind it fairly regularly.

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“True,” they hummed, though their voice lacked its usual mischief, “better to expect the unexpected, I suppose.”[break][break]
They regarded one another with a certain degree of removal. Though Fern respected Elisabeth Fiorelli, they would’ve never claimed to be particularly close to the underboss. They were not intimate friends. But they were not antagonistic to one another, either, and at that particular moment, that counted for something.[break][break]
When she failed to remark or correct them on the lack of formality, Fern raised a brow, but said nothing. It would seem that they were equally as exhausted, or perhaps absorbed with their own thoughts.[break][break]
A dry laugh slipped free. “I’ll take your word for it, though…” Their eyes lingered on the pot, something wistful drifting across their expression. “I am out of tea leaves. So I must make due.”[break][break]
They would need the bitterness, if they rummaged up something sweet in the cupboards. They pulled open one, lifting on their toes to peer into the far back for any sort of sweets stash.[break][break]
“As ever,” Fern answered without looking back. “Or…something to that effect, yes.” Their way of saying, no, not quite, actually.

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POSTED ON Jul 28, 2024 23:18:05 GMT

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"I find I prefer tea, myself," she admitted. Fingers drummed restlessly against the coffee cup, manicured nails tapping to an unsteady rhythm. "But it is often dependent on the pleasure of one's company. I suppose that's why tea houses remain popular. People relax when they share a cup of tea together."[break][break]

Then again, the last person she'd shared tea with was a man she wasn't sure she trusted. Though this was neither the place nor the hour to think of Silph.[break][break]

Her green eyes flitted over to fern delaney, wondering how much she trusted the admin, before ultimately deciding it didn't matter. They had a shared alignment, a shared goal and hierarchy. That created predictability. Predictability could be trusted.[break][break]

"I don't think anyone in Rocket has relaxed for some time," she said, and took another miserable sip of coffee. "Find anything in the cabinets worth your while?"[break][break]

They seemed quite intent on finding... something. She remained curious despite herself.

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They perked, if only minutely. “Likewise. Earl grey in particular.” Coffee couldn’t hold a candle to the taste of bergamot. Admittedly, the tap of her nails against the ceramic grated on them and their frayed nerves. But as a naturally fidgety creature, Fern had no ground to stand on. “I suppose that is true,” they considered, head tilting as they mulled it over, “but I find that I can enjoy a good cuppa in perfect solitude as well.”[break][break]
That was secondhand to Fern—a bright, social presence that was so, so adept at sneaking away to be alone. Fixed in their autonomy. Of so rarely letting anyone truly close.[break][break]
After all, it always left them burned whenever they allowed it, did it not?[break][break]
They were shying away from it even now, for the fear of it. “What of you, then?” They turned an eye on her after relenting to pour a cup of unappealing coffee sludge for themself. “Are you wishing for decent company at this hour?” Their now wrinkled unhappily, but they swallowed the hot liquid down.[break][break]
“I don’t think we ever relax. A sad realization, truly.” Fern popped open one more drawer, eyes honing on a much sought after reward. And out came— “A twinkie.” How appetizing.

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