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Bohemian Rhapsody. Always a classic. It was always difficult being angry when you had Queen blasting in your ears. So, Wren tried her best to let the song calm her down... At least a little. On one end of the spectrum, yes, she understood the importance of that simulation. Practice handling numerous opponents, having to get something critical without it being damaged.
That's no big deal. She would have been more than happy to run in there, shooting shit up for a raw egg like she was in High School. Same concept. Don't ruin it, break it... Whatever. But, this was different. It was just a dick move. Plain and simple. So much anticipation behind the whole Se7en "what's in the box"... Er, envelope. Wren wanted it to be something good. But an invitation to a fucking Gala?! Not even a school dance like it was prom.
No! They have to put on their happy faces and try to sell the world on the fact that they deserve to operate without government pulling the strings. While trying to walk around in giraffe shoes and in tight, uncomfortable dresses. Wren was definitely not classified under the well behaved category either. So, act like Wren... Get kicked out, possibly fuck over the whole academy and the future of heroes, which in turn can fuck over the world. Have any kind of fun... Same thing.
See this is a job for Frankie. Leave everyone else in their rooms, and just let Frankie Parker charm her way to the U.N.'s heart. The Wilson's are barely liked by fellow heroes... Non heroes? Forget it. Might as well give up now. Wren didn't like this kind of pressure. She didn't like that Mycroft was a twat and got his kicks out of ruining their lives. And she hated the fact that the entire future of this academy and everything they've been working for rests on the shoulders of a Gala. Fucking bullshit.
Wren's mental rant carried her up the dozens of flights of stairs in what seemed like no time at all. Her mind shouted right over Queen and at least three other songs. She groaned, pulling the earbuds from her ears and started wrapping the cords around her phone. She bumped open the door to the hallway with her hip, before walking down the dead corridor towards her room. Her thumb and index finger pinched the bridge of her nose as she walked.
She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw something bright red on the door to her penthouse. Every hallway in Descendant tower felt as white and sterile as a hospital making the crimson feel foreign. It was enough to make Wren freeze several feet from her door before she could see what it was. Prank? Most likely. What was there to do in this building when they weren't training, besides fuck with each other? But they were all just together, so it didn't quite make sense.
As she neared the door, it came clearly into view. A bright red hydra symbol stared back at her, almost like it was mocking her after their simulation.
Wren inhaled sharply. Her jaw clenched as she balled up her fist. "J.A.R.V.I.S.!"
"Yes, Ms. Wilson?"
"Who did this?!"
"... I am sorry. It seems a minute of my surveillance footage has been removed."
Wren was so mad, it took her a couple tries just to get her fucking door open. She had half a mind just to kick the damn thing in. "Mycroft! You piece of shit!" She stormed into her penthouse, chucking her phone onto the couch before beelining for the kitchen. Of course, who else could it be? Who else has access to security footage? This was even low for the bald dick head. She tore through the cabinets like a bat out of hell, getting some sort of cleaning spray and a towel.
It took her the better part of fifteen minutes just to get the shit off of her door. And then another five so that there wasn't even the finest of residue. Wren angrily headed for the bathroom, stripping down and getting straight into the shower. She stood under the boiling hot water with her hands pressed against the cool tiles. If one more toe is put out of order today, she'd probably end up killing someone. Superhero school. It'll be fun. She rubbed her face, then ran her hands back through her hair.
Wren didn't dare look at the clock after her shower. She didn't know how much time they all spent in the simulations, but it definitely wasn't night anymore. Not like it mattered to her on a physical level, she wasn't tired. It was the principal of the thing. She stepped into her teddy bear slippers and trudged her way over to the couch. Just as she sat down, she picked her phone back up realizing she had a text that was... well a few minutes old.
She rolled her eyes cursing under her breath. Not because Jack texted her... But that she didn't see the fucking text until after she showered and got into pajamas. Wren groaned staring down at her phone, but her thumbs didn't move to text. "Just say, 'Not hungry. What's so important you can't just ask me now?'... It's that easy." But her thumbs didn't move. She'd bet money that he was still worried about lingering glass shards or something. Petra was thorough. Plus, she heals. Even without Witchy Junior's help, she would have been fine in a couple hours.
But... Wren being the attention whore she is... only on occasions. She couldn't pass up the opportunity to crash the dick party up in Jack's room. It always seemed like they were scared of ovaries or something. So, why not crash that testosterone bash with a little bit of estrogen and an extra helping of crazy. She didn't even bother texting Jack back. It's not as much of a surprise when you're expected. She tucked her phone in the elastic band of her pajama shorts and headed out of her room towards the elevator.
... Plus... I'm fucking starving.
That's no big deal. She would have been more than happy to run in there, shooting shit up for a raw egg like she was in High School. Same concept. Don't ruin it, break it... Whatever. But, this was different. It was just a dick move. Plain and simple. So much anticipation behind the whole Se7en "what's in the box"... Er, envelope. Wren wanted it to be something good. But an invitation to a fucking Gala?! Not even a school dance like it was prom.
No! They have to put on their happy faces and try to sell the world on the fact that they deserve to operate without government pulling the strings. While trying to walk around in giraffe shoes and in tight, uncomfortable dresses. Wren was definitely not classified under the well behaved category either. So, act like Wren... Get kicked out, possibly fuck over the whole academy and the future of heroes, which in turn can fuck over the world. Have any kind of fun... Same thing.
See this is a job for Frankie. Leave everyone else in their rooms, and just let Frankie Parker charm her way to the U.N.'s heart. The Wilson's are barely liked by fellow heroes... Non heroes? Forget it. Might as well give up now. Wren didn't like this kind of pressure. She didn't like that Mycroft was a twat and got his kicks out of ruining their lives. And she hated the fact that the entire future of this academy and everything they've been working for rests on the shoulders of a Gala. Fucking bullshit.
Wren's mental rant carried her up the dozens of flights of stairs in what seemed like no time at all. Her mind shouted right over Queen and at least three other songs. She groaned, pulling the earbuds from her ears and started wrapping the cords around her phone. She bumped open the door to the hallway with her hip, before walking down the dead corridor towards her room. Her thumb and index finger pinched the bridge of her nose as she walked.
She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw something bright red on the door to her penthouse. Every hallway in Descendant tower felt as white and sterile as a hospital making the crimson feel foreign. It was enough to make Wren freeze several feet from her door before she could see what it was. Prank? Most likely. What was there to do in this building when they weren't training, besides fuck with each other? But they were all just together, so it didn't quite make sense.
As she neared the door, it came clearly into view. A bright red hydra symbol stared back at her, almost like it was mocking her after their simulation.
Wren inhaled sharply. Her jaw clenched as she balled up her fist. "J.A.R.V.I.S.!"
"Yes, Ms. Wilson?"
"Who did this?!"
"... I am sorry. It seems a minute of my surveillance footage has been removed."
Wren was so mad, it took her a couple tries just to get her fucking door open. She had half a mind just to kick the damn thing in. "Mycroft! You piece of shit!" She stormed into her penthouse, chucking her phone onto the couch before beelining for the kitchen. Of course, who else could it be? Who else has access to security footage? This was even low for the bald dick head. She tore through the cabinets like a bat out of hell, getting some sort of cleaning spray and a towel.
It took her the better part of fifteen minutes just to get the shit off of her door. And then another five so that there wasn't even the finest of residue. Wren angrily headed for the bathroom, stripping down and getting straight into the shower. She stood under the boiling hot water with her hands pressed against the cool tiles. If one more toe is put out of order today, she'd probably end up killing someone. Superhero school. It'll be fun. She rubbed her face, then ran her hands back through her hair.
Wren didn't dare look at the clock after her shower. She didn't know how much time they all spent in the simulations, but it definitely wasn't night anymore. Not like it mattered to her on a physical level, she wasn't tired. It was the principal of the thing. She stepped into her teddy bear slippers and trudged her way over to the couch. Just as she sat down, she picked her phone back up realizing she had a text that was... well a few minutes old.
New text message from : Horns
"Hey Wrenpool. I'm serving breakfast in my penthouse. Come up if you want... I need to ask you something."
"Hey Wrenpool. I'm serving breakfast in my penthouse. Come up if you want... I need to ask you something."
She rolled her eyes cursing under her breath. Not because Jack texted her... But that she didn't see the fucking text until after she showered and got into pajamas. Wren groaned staring down at her phone, but her thumbs didn't move to text. "Just say, 'Not hungry. What's so important you can't just ask me now?'... It's that easy." But her thumbs didn't move. She'd bet money that he was still worried about lingering glass shards or something. Petra was thorough. Plus, she heals. Even without Witchy Junior's help, she would have been fine in a couple hours.
But... Wren being the attention whore she is... only on occasions. She couldn't pass up the opportunity to crash the dick party up in Jack's room. It always seemed like they were scared of ovaries or something. So, why not crash that testosterone bash with a little bit of estrogen and an extra helping of crazy. She didn't even bother texting Jack back. It's not as much of a surprise when you're expected. She tucked her phone in the elastic band of her pajama shorts and headed out of her room towards the elevator.
... Plus... I'm fucking starving.
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Tobias wasn't really in the mood to take a thousand stairs up to his penthouse. But, he supposed it gave him a chance to clear his mind. And so far the only other person crazy enough to take the stairs up... dozens of floors was Wren Wilson, who never gets tired. He only made it up two flights before he heard the door open and a voice shout up to him. "Tobias! Tobias!"
He knew who it was without even looking. Petra was the only person in the academy who'd willingly chase after him. And she was probably the only person he wouldn't ignore and just keep walking. Tobias sighed softly, walking up to the railing. He leaned over it, looking down at the redhead. "Look... I'm fine, don't worry—"
"Come with me to the ball. As my date," Petra called up to him, cutting him off. "We'll need you there, it'd be a good sign if you were seen on our side."
Tobias' hands clenched the railing as he took a deep breath. He knew she didn't mean it like that... But that's how everyone else saw it. Was he on their side? A majority of the academy looked at him like he was a spy. Maybe he should just fall into their expectations. It'd be easier that way, wouldn't hurt so much, or leave him conflicted like he is. Or... He could try to help keep the academy functioning the way it is. Show himself as an ally to the Descendants. Which was he? Spy... Or ally? He didn't even know. He hasn't given Magneto anything, but it was only a matter of time before Mystique couldn't keep him from prying.
"Don't let Mycroft keep you away. That old man doesn't know what's good for him."
What if he is right to keep me away? Tobias didn't say it though. Uttering something like that was dangerous and only made his fears a reality. He raised his hand to scratch the back of his head. "You don't want to go with your... uncle. I'll think on it, Petey... But you don't need to feel obligated to go with me. If there's someone else you'd rather go with, then go with them." He smiled towards her, giving a slight wave of his hand before continuing to ascend the stairs.
He could have gone to his penthouse. That's where he spent most of his time anyways. But because of that, is why Tobias continued to climb the stairs going higher than his own floor. He didn't know if he really wanted to be accessible. He appreciated Petra's offer, but he didn't need others either affirming Mycroft was right, or worse... giving him a pity party.
Next thing he knew, he was on the roof. The rooftop pool's neon lights softly changed through the different colors, illuminating the undisturbed water. It looked like it was ready for a hoard of rowdy young adults to blast music, throw each other in the water and drink until they pass out on the lawn chairs. Everything was perfectly oriented and clean. When was the last time any of them were up here? It's not like the mentors really gave them time for leisure swimming. Most of them were exhausted and just slept until their next training session.
Tobias walked over to the unmanned tiki bar. He walked around the counter and grabbed a beer from the mini fridge. He popped the cap on the edge of the bar and took a drink as he slowly made his way to a lone lawn chair on the farthest corner of the roof. After adjusting the back, he laid down on it and stared up at the sky. It's dark navy and purple melting into warm pinks and oranges showing that the sun wass about to rise. Beautiful.
He knew who it was without even looking. Petra was the only person in the academy who'd willingly chase after him. And she was probably the only person he wouldn't ignore and just keep walking. Tobias sighed softly, walking up to the railing. He leaned over it, looking down at the redhead. "Look... I'm fine, don't worry—"
"Come with me to the ball. As my date," Petra called up to him, cutting him off. "We'll need you there, it'd be a good sign if you were seen on our side."
Tobias' hands clenched the railing as he took a deep breath. He knew she didn't mean it like that... But that's how everyone else saw it. Was he on their side? A majority of the academy looked at him like he was a spy. Maybe he should just fall into their expectations. It'd be easier that way, wouldn't hurt so much, or leave him conflicted like he is. Or... He could try to help keep the academy functioning the way it is. Show himself as an ally to the Descendants. Which was he? Spy... Or ally? He didn't even know. He hasn't given Magneto anything, but it was only a matter of time before Mystique couldn't keep him from prying.
"Don't let Mycroft keep you away. That old man doesn't know what's good for him."
What if he is right to keep me away? Tobias didn't say it though. Uttering something like that was dangerous and only made his fears a reality. He raised his hand to scratch the back of his head. "You don't want to go with your... uncle. I'll think on it, Petey... But you don't need to feel obligated to go with me. If there's someone else you'd rather go with, then go with them." He smiled towards her, giving a slight wave of his hand before continuing to ascend the stairs.
He could have gone to his penthouse. That's where he spent most of his time anyways. But because of that, is why Tobias continued to climb the stairs going higher than his own floor. He didn't know if he really wanted to be accessible. He appreciated Petra's offer, but he didn't need others either affirming Mycroft was right, or worse... giving him a pity party.
Next thing he knew, he was on the roof. The rooftop pool's neon lights softly changed through the different colors, illuminating the undisturbed water. It looked like it was ready for a hoard of rowdy young adults to blast music, throw each other in the water and drink until they pass out on the lawn chairs. Everything was perfectly oriented and clean. When was the last time any of them were up here? It's not like the mentors really gave them time for leisure swimming. Most of them were exhausted and just slept until their next training session.
Tobias walked over to the unmanned tiki bar. He walked around the counter and grabbed a beer from the mini fridge. He popped the cap on the edge of the bar and took a drink as he slowly made his way to a lone lawn chair on the farthest corner of the roof. After adjusting the back, he laid down on it and stared up at the sky. It's dark navy and purple melting into warm pinks and oranges showing that the sun wass about to rise. Beautiful.
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xxF R A N K I E00P A R K E R
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"Eh. You girls have fun," Riley said as he ducked away.
"Girls and guy," Frankie corrected sarcastically while motioning to Nathan. "Unlike your group... We don't exclude based on gender," she teased, sticking her tongue out towards him playfully.
"We're gonna talk about, uh, cars and annoying blonde girls." She rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "Seeya, Phee. I'll help you girls look at your dresses after breakfast if you want."
"Yes, you can be our personal stylist!" Phoebe called after Riley as he walked away.
"You know where my room is. Just stop by if it ends up being too much bro for you up there," Frankie added with a wave towards him as he disappeared into dude-ville. Her gaze drifted to Phee as she addressed her.
"I'm going to go put these weapons back in my room. I'll see you in a bit. You're going to have to tell me all the itty bitty details of your time with Bane Jr...I'm dying to know more."
Frankie's jaw dropped in a teasingly offended manner. But the minute she saw Nathaniel was standing behind her, she snapped her jaw shut. Her cheeks turned bright red. "... His name is Nathaniel," was the best comeback she had to Phoebe's comment as her friend walked away towards the elevator.
When she felt Nathaniel tap her on the shoulder, Frankie tried to shake off her embarrassment as best as she could before turning and facing him. She gave him a bright smile before cupping her hands together. He didn't say anything, but motioned his hand towards the elevators as if a silent 'after you.' She waited a long moment or two after Jack and Phoebe's elevator head up before pressing the button. There was some awkward tension that she didn't want to be in the middle of in that lift ride.
As they waited, she looked over to Nathaniel. "Looks like it's just us." Frankie half smiled, tucking her hair behind her ears. "I'm not an amazing chef like Murdock... But I have poptarts and bagels... And coffee." She giggled. It wasn't much of an offer, but it was something. After all, how long would all of them last once they were actually sitting down. She figured it wouldn't even be an hour before they all pass out in her penthouse once the fatigue hits them.
The elevator finally arrived. Thank god for Stark tech. The lifts in the tower were exceptionally faster than in any other building she's been in before. After they stepped in, Ross filed in with them. "Are you going to Jack's?"
Ross nodded his head. "Aye, I am," he said followed by a large yawn.
"We aren't part of the cool crowd, Nate," Frankie teased, playfully nudging Nathaniel.
"Eh, you wouldn't have fun anyways. They're all idiots... Includin' myself. Plus, we'll all probableh eat then pass out at the table," Ross laughed as he rubbed his eyes. "I'd wager we all bitch 'bout the gala. Then Jaxon will talk about which 'hot' lass he intends on askin' to be his date... And then some mild freakin' out when they all realize they ain't got any penguin suits."
Frankie laughs looking between Ross and Nathaniel. "Guess a lot of the guys will be going tux shopping once the sun is up."
"Not meh," Ross smiled, stretching as the elevator started to slow as it approached Jack's floor. "Figured I need one at some point. So, while they be shoppin'... I'll be sleepin'." The elevator doors opened. "See ya, Frankie." He then patted Nathaniel on the shoulder, before exiting the lift. "See ya man. You should hang with us idiots sometime... We're not always horrible company." He waved to them before disappearing down the hall as the doors close.
The next floor was hers, thankfully. Frankie was dying to get out of her suit and into comfy clothes. She lead Nathaniel down the hall, and opened the door to her penthouse for him. "It's nothing special or crazy like some of the others." She closed the door after him. Her condo had a large open layout with the kitchen to the right. Since it was only her, she never had a need for a dining room table and instead opted for an island with bar. To the left there was a step down to the living room area with a large sectional couch and decent sized TV. And then of course, passed that was her giant lab which took up a majority of her penthouse... Then a tiny bedroom in a distant corner.
"If you don't mind, I'm dying to get into some jams." Frankie smiled. "Make yourself at home. There's fresh coffee in the kitchen, or cable... Or... Umm yeah that's about it, besides my lab." She laughed softly. "Be right back."
With that she disappeared towards the back end of her penthouse, going into her bedroom. Frankie changed into some more comfortable clothes. Once dressed, she made her way to the bathroom. With a sigh, she turned on the faucet, running some hot water. She washed her face, then grabbed a hand towel to wipe off the access water. As she removed the towel from her face, she screamed seeing a red hydra symbol, on her bathroom mirror. Without a moments hesitation, she used the towel to wipe it from the mirror, then threw it in the trash.
She put down the toilet lid and sat, trying to catch her breath. Why in the hell was there a Hydra symbol... In my bathroom!? Frankie kept trying to calm herself down. Reassuring herself that it was part of some extensive, slightly insane training mechanism to always keep them on their toes or something... Whatever it was. She didn't like that someone had been in her penthouse.
"Girls and guy," Frankie corrected sarcastically while motioning to Nathan. "Unlike your group... We don't exclude based on gender," she teased, sticking her tongue out towards him playfully.
"We're gonna talk about, uh, cars and annoying blonde girls." She rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "Seeya, Phee. I'll help you girls look at your dresses after breakfast if you want."
"Yes, you can be our personal stylist!" Phoebe called after Riley as he walked away.
"You know where my room is. Just stop by if it ends up being too much bro for you up there," Frankie added with a wave towards him as he disappeared into dude-ville. Her gaze drifted to Phee as she addressed her.
"I'm going to go put these weapons back in my room. I'll see you in a bit. You're going to have to tell me all the itty bitty details of your time with Bane Jr...I'm dying to know more."
Frankie's jaw dropped in a teasingly offended manner. But the minute she saw Nathaniel was standing behind her, she snapped her jaw shut. Her cheeks turned bright red. "... His name is Nathaniel," was the best comeback she had to Phoebe's comment as her friend walked away towards the elevator.
When she felt Nathaniel tap her on the shoulder, Frankie tried to shake off her embarrassment as best as she could before turning and facing him. She gave him a bright smile before cupping her hands together. He didn't say anything, but motioned his hand towards the elevators as if a silent 'after you.' She waited a long moment or two after Jack and Phoebe's elevator head up before pressing the button. There was some awkward tension that she didn't want to be in the middle of in that lift ride.
As they waited, she looked over to Nathaniel. "Looks like it's just us." Frankie half smiled, tucking her hair behind her ears. "I'm not an amazing chef like Murdock... But I have poptarts and bagels... And coffee." She giggled. It wasn't much of an offer, but it was something. After all, how long would all of them last once they were actually sitting down. She figured it wouldn't even be an hour before they all pass out in her penthouse once the fatigue hits them.
The elevator finally arrived. Thank god for Stark tech. The lifts in the tower were exceptionally faster than in any other building she's been in before. After they stepped in, Ross filed in with them. "Are you going to Jack's?"
Ross nodded his head. "Aye, I am," he said followed by a large yawn.
"We aren't part of the cool crowd, Nate," Frankie teased, playfully nudging Nathaniel.
"Eh, you wouldn't have fun anyways. They're all idiots... Includin' myself. Plus, we'll all probableh eat then pass out at the table," Ross laughed as he rubbed his eyes. "I'd wager we all bitch 'bout the gala. Then Jaxon will talk about which 'hot' lass he intends on askin' to be his date... And then some mild freakin' out when they all realize they ain't got any penguin suits."
Frankie laughs looking between Ross and Nathaniel. "Guess a lot of the guys will be going tux shopping once the sun is up."
"Not meh," Ross smiled, stretching as the elevator started to slow as it approached Jack's floor. "Figured I need one at some point. So, while they be shoppin'... I'll be sleepin'." The elevator doors opened. "See ya, Frankie." He then patted Nathaniel on the shoulder, before exiting the lift. "See ya man. You should hang with us idiots sometime... We're not always horrible company." He waved to them before disappearing down the hall as the doors close.
The next floor was hers, thankfully. Frankie was dying to get out of her suit and into comfy clothes. She lead Nathaniel down the hall, and opened the door to her penthouse for him. "It's nothing special or crazy like some of the others." She closed the door after him. Her condo had a large open layout with the kitchen to the right. Since it was only her, she never had a need for a dining room table and instead opted for an island with bar. To the left there was a step down to the living room area with a large sectional couch and decent sized TV. And then of course, passed that was her giant lab which took up a majority of her penthouse... Then a tiny bedroom in a distant corner.
"If you don't mind, I'm dying to get into some jams." Frankie smiled. "Make yourself at home. There's fresh coffee in the kitchen, or cable... Or... Umm yeah that's about it, besides my lab." She laughed softly. "Be right back."
With that she disappeared towards the back end of her penthouse, going into her bedroom. Frankie changed into some more comfortable clothes. Once dressed, she made her way to the bathroom. With a sigh, she turned on the faucet, running some hot water. She washed her face, then grabbed a hand towel to wipe off the access water. As she removed the towel from her face, she screamed seeing a red hydra symbol, on her bathroom mirror. Without a moments hesitation, she used the towel to wipe it from the mirror, then threw it in the trash.
She put down the toilet lid and sat, trying to catch her breath. Why in the hell was there a Hydra symbol... In my bathroom!? Frankie kept trying to calm herself down. Reassuring herself that it was part of some extensive, slightly insane training mechanism to always keep them on their toes or something... Whatever it was. She didn't like that someone had been in her penthouse.
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"Ross. I don't suppose you'd want this as a keepsake?" His gaze fell to the invitation in Petra's hand. It was visibly scorched... Most likely from her temper or something. Everyone was a little ticked that the simulation was basically for an invitation to an uppity gala. He parted his lips to respond, but Petra took the words out of his mouth. "Never mind. I'll keep it." She shoved it back into the envelope quickly.
"Yeah, that's an idea," Petra said in response to his comment. "Sorry if you wanted to ask me."
Ross sensed a little bit of light hearted teasing in her voice. He gave his best smile, shrugging slightly. "Blood before Scots," he teased. His gaze followed her hand as she touched his shoulder. He gave a small nod of his head towards her before she hurried off after Tobias.
Once she was in the stairwell out of ear shot, Ross cursed to himself under his breath. "Fuckin' idiot," he scoffed with a sigh. Sure, he should have taken the opportunity to maybe ask to her to gala before giving her the idea to take Tobias. But, that'd be selfish... And he'd feel guilty... And feel bad for Tobias... So, instead self loathing and ass kicking.
Then there was a spontaneous Chewbacca roar that came from his pocket. Ross' brows furrowed as his hands felt around his various pockets until he found his cellphone. He illuminated the screen to a new text message...
Ross glared towards Jack, seeing him in the elevator after he read the message. "Oy! I was right—" He started to shout towards Jack but the elevator doors shut and cut him off. "I'm standin' right here beside ya... But you fuckin' text meh. Unbelievable," he groaned to himself as he walked down the hall towards the elevators. "Couldn't even hold the fuckin' lift for me... Arsehole." He groaned as he pressed the button.
He road the lift up with Frankie and Nathaniel, before trudging down the hall like a zombie towards Jack's room. Of course, when Ross gets to the dill hole's room and knocks... He isn't there. He sighs, leaning back agains the wall opposite of the door. Slowly, he lets himself slide down until he's sitting on the floor. He gets out his phone and lethargically taps his thumbs against the screen.
"Yeah, that's an idea," Petra said in response to his comment. "Sorry if you wanted to ask me."
Ross sensed a little bit of light hearted teasing in her voice. He gave his best smile, shrugging slightly. "Blood before Scots," he teased. His gaze followed her hand as she touched his shoulder. He gave a small nod of his head towards her before she hurried off after Tobias.
Once she was in the stairwell out of ear shot, Ross cursed to himself under his breath. "Fuckin' idiot," he scoffed with a sigh. Sure, he should have taken the opportunity to maybe ask to her to gala before giving her the idea to take Tobias. But, that'd be selfish... And he'd feel guilty... And feel bad for Tobias... So, instead self loathing and ass kicking.
Then there was a spontaneous Chewbacca roar that came from his pocket. Ross' brows furrowed as his hands felt around his various pockets until he found his cellphone. He illuminated the screen to a new text message...
New text message from : The Horny Devil
"Hey bitches. Breakfast at my place. Be there or be as square as Mycroft's tight ass."
"Hey bitches. Breakfast at my place. Be there or be as square as Mycroft's tight ass."
Ross glared towards Jack, seeing him in the elevator after he read the message. "Oy! I was right—" He started to shout towards Jack but the elevator doors shut and cut him off. "I'm standin' right here beside ya... But you fuckin' text meh. Unbelievable," he groaned to himself as he walked down the hall towards the elevators. "Couldn't even hold the fuckin' lift for me... Arsehole." He groaned as he pressed the button.
He road the lift up with Frankie and Nathaniel, before trudging down the hall like a zombie towards Jack's room. Of course, when Ross gets to the dill hole's room and knocks... He isn't there. He sighs, leaning back agains the wall opposite of the door. Slowly, he lets himself slide down until he's sitting on the floor. He gets out his phone and lethargically taps his thumbs against the screen.
Compose text message to : The Horny Devil
"How in da hell em I at yer room before ya? If yer not here in da next 5 minutes I'm breakin' down the door."
"How in da hell em I at yer room before ya? If yer not here in da next 5 minutes I'm breakin' down the door."