Office Hours - We Could Be

[shieldof]

[Faith's door remains closed, the brass "PRIVATE" plaque silent and unyielding. Trying to force the door yields no results, but- she said you could contact her here, so just go ahead and knock. Worst case scenario, you're no worse off than before, right?]

((OOC: Please tag your top-levels with the appropriate week and day.))

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[shieldof]

[Faith frowns for a moment, eyes flickering as she stares into space, receiving word Roman can't hear.]

What do you MEAN, it-

[She blinks, looking back to Roman, returning to what passes for reality here.]

What- you don't wish to know?

[cratetraining]

That's what Solarface wants me to kill over, right? Won't she fucking hex your tongue the minute you try to tell me whether I made Dad's chest explode?

[His eyes can't fully hide just how much he's wondering what that reaction Faith has is about. His efforts to keep a hand busy and scratch at his scalp feels a bit more anxious.]

[shieldof]

Your concern for my safety is truly touching.

[...]

...That was sarcasm. I apologize, this should be beneath me.