[b]Ares:[/b]

York knows about the tea thing, which is why he doesn’t want to get involved. The man who would throw himself blindly into a black site knows to keep a safe distance from… whatever this is.

“Ah, come on. That was weirdly specific right? You don’t drink? So you like tea for other reasons, that’s what you’re sayin’?” She tugs on Brown’s arm insistently. 

Unfortunately, Brown, this [i]is[/i] what watching Zhang is. 


[b]Blue:[/b]

How do you feel when Orange tells you what Pope could only reach through patience?

Have you started putting together your wishlist for Fiona?


[b]Fiona:[/b]

This… she doesn’t know what to think of this. Her heartrate’s coming down from 1200BPM because she was so confident, so sure, Green would thwart her bullshit and she just wanted to see how she did it. The worst possible thing that could have happened there was she just won. The lateness of Green's pivot scared her [i]bad.[/i]

She slowly unwinds the grains of sand she’s tossed. Deleting them all in a panic would just ruin the vista from the other direction. She’s careful to do it in batches so Green can adjust to the corrections, and wonders. 

Fiona pauses, thinks, shrugs. 

“Wanna fuck?” She asks casually. It's the most natural escalation to terminal hacker-brain

Well, why not? They can dance around doing the art showdown all afternoon but she’s not going to learn any more than this, like this, if Green keeps dancing away from her. She’s running out of foreplay options here, and this is [i]one[/i] thing that Green would [i]have[/i] to come to her for. And, besides, maybe it’d be like doing all the other girls at once. 

God, that sounds [i]exhausting[/i], Fiona bites her bottom lip. Also, hey, if she gets kicked out for that one, finally, it’d be really, really funny. Pink would probably laugh, right? Red would definitely laugh.