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Loyalty Mission

A look of innocent disbelief and a tilt of her head were Abbi's reply, clearly not believing the danger that Chel supposedly represented even with the good pantomime. She looked scary, but lots of people looked scary when they were beat to hell and back and Abbi had stopped being scared of that a long time ago.
And it is now curiosity that drives the teen's nose against the glass when the bandages are removed, blue eyes raking over the contusions and lacerations, mentally stacking up what she knows and what she knew how to fix.
"If this is the part in Animal Crossing where you're offering me a nickname, I accept Thigh Highs." Abbi finally says with a small smile, her gaze focusing on Chel's eyes. There isn't anything she can do, not with the glass in the way and probably twelve different security measures in place.
But it doesn't mean she isn't considering it.

"Came to visit you, duh!" The girl pushes herself up from the floor and steps on the lab coat. Then it clicks and she laughs, points at Chel and forgets she's just launched a super secret stealth mission to see her friend when there is a funny story involved.
"OK so like, man you'll never believe how I got in. Super crazy--" She casts a look over her shoulder to make sure no one else will barge in on them. "So you know that uh one Lifer guy? The one with the real nice hair... Like super nice hair, like its a crime his hair is that swank? Well anyways, he was supposed to be on duty now or whatever but anyways... The abridged version is I made out with him, clonked him over the head and stole his coat."

Abbi is flushed but proud of herself, though her grin does dim a second later.
"Actually I had to hit him like three times I hope he's ok? If he's out of the study with a concussion now well uh... Don't tell anyone it was me." Her eyes roll up to the ceiling in concern. "Gosh, I hope I didn't ruin his hair..."

Sweet Pea

"Naw, I'm fine," she lied. "They give me rations and stuff."

She petted Noemi's soft hair, admiring the blue in it. But it felt too much like Nevada's from her dreams, and she immediately retracted her hand.

"How's stuff going for you?" She wanted to change the subject to something other than herself. She's had plenty of time to think about herself.

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It would be early into the night before she got a response.

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Again the responses arrived slow and short, but only with tens of minutes gaps rather than hours, as if he were having trouble making coherent responses. The screen hurt to look at even when dimmed.

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He hated texting sometimes, because he wasn't joking either.

Sweet Pea

"No I-" Chel began, but Noemi continued. She knew Noemi was merely answering her question, but the context of the situation still stung a little.

She pursed herself lips and forced a smile. "That's awesome~" It was said weakly, but she couldn't let Noemi know it upset her. It wasn't Noemi's fault things were going well for her. "Let me know if ya need condoms or s**t." Flustering Noemi was the fastest way to keep the conversation centered on the other girl.

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