Yeah, right, small. [ a snort ] I've been saving since I got a job. Now they should stop fucking around with my shifts, I should be able to keep up.
[ She's always taken more shifts than she strictly needs to because, well, it gives her something to do. Security's hardly the most interesting work, but it pays alright, and she can pick up extra shifts without much fuss being needed—when they're not messing her around for not being contracted, that is. ]
Alright, computer first? Then your new pillow and whatever food you want?
[ While it's true that Sombra could offer some of the funds she's collected herself in the two weeks that she's been here to help cover the cost of the things she wants, she doesn't. Where's the fun in that? She has South now. ]
Sí, tech first, then pillow, then food. Then you get to take me home with you, and maybe I'll find a way to say thank you. If you're not too tired, that is. You know, seeing how busy you've been the past few days.
[ There's no elaboration on that front, because Sombra doesn't expect she needs to. And if she gets closer, cozied up beside her closer, well, it's just because she's decided to share her itinerary with South after all. A hand goes up and several purple hexagons appear for tapping fingertips, beeping quietly as she presses them, until she turns her wrist and reveals a hard light map of the local area, floating above the palm of her hand and enlarged at the flick of a couple fingers. She has a couple spots marked with little blue indicators, including a PC & electronics store not too far away. She taps it with the tip of one acrylic nail. ]
You've been here longer, you know the city better I do. [ Says the one holding a literal map. ] Take me here first.
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Please, like even being actually busy would wear me out that much.
[ With how stressful the last couple weeks months days have been, like hell just being tired would put her off sex. She can fault the city for plenty but she's gotta give it one thing: at least here when she's had a shit day she can get laid, couldn't do that back in the last place she was stuck. Fucking fraternisation rules.
There's a light roll of her eyes because yeah, says the one holding the map, but she's got a decent handle on the city by now so she does vaguely recognise where that store is. ]
Alright, c'mon. I know it. Sorta.
[ At minimum, she's good at following maps, anyway. So she 'leads' Sombra that way, as if she isn't the one who pointed it out in the first place. ]
[ From what she already knows about South (and from just looking at her, come on), it isn't exactly hard for Sombra to guess that South isn't the type to tire easily even if she were actually busy, but still. Sombra likes hearing it directly anyway. ]
Gracias, mi dominante.
[ Every time she uses that term for South, she never seems to take it seriously. She doesn't seem to take much seriously though, in fairness, and right now, Sombra appears in good spirits with her new companion as she allows her to lead. ]
You'll need to carry it for me, by the way. [ Testing another demand, since she's more than capable of carrying things herself. Shrugging a shoulder to emphasize the little backpack she's brought with her while she gives South another one of her "sweet" little looks, ] I don't think I have room.
[ Every use of the term has South torn between laughing and rolling her eyes, mostly resulting in her doing nothing but shake her head or smirk. Look the taking nothing seriously is the kinda energy she can respect, honestly. ]
And I do? [ she gestures vaguely at her general lack of bag, but ] Yeah yeah, I can carry it.
[ Snarking but going along with shit anyway: a growing trend. Still, it's not like it's going to be hard for her to carry a computer around for a little while. ]
[ Snarking but going along with shit anyway being a trend is fine by Sombra. In fact, it's what she wants - an indication that South can keep up with her, while also conceding to the demands she makes. ]
No, but since I already know you can carry me, [ Not that Sombra is very heavy anyway and not that the two scenarios she's describing are really the same, but, with the hint of a laugh in her voice, ] I know you can manage some equipment.
[ Really, the bottom line here is that Sombra's getting her way one way or another and to her? That's the important part. So she remains in good spirits with South on the way and, even though it's obvious that her attention is pretty quickly taken away from South once they reach their destination, it's just as clear that she carries her confidence with her everywhere she goes. Sombra clearly knows what she wants here - and, as she begins collecting various bits and pieces, it also starts to become obvious that by "new computer" she really meant "parts to build her own new computer", not something pre-made. ]
Ay, aquí. [ Said as she offers the things she's collected to South, ] Start by holding these.
[ As they step inside and Sombra starts picking stuff out, South just thinks: oh she's a real tech type. Not that she wasn't already getting the sense already between you know, everything, but still. What she's buying is going to go totally over South's head, but she doesn't need to understand what's being bought to hold onto it. Or to pay for it.
So she takes what Sombra hands her and watches her as she collects her various bits and pieces. ]
[ There'd have been a comment about letting South carry her where ever she likes later, in that case, but Sombra's attention has already shifted. Although she doesn't seem to have a list, there isn't a lot of deliberation when she's picking things out - this clearly isn't her first time building a machine, and she clearly knows what sort of build she's going for. Extra clear when a salesperson tries to "help" and Sombra shuts him down so quickly that he slinks away from her, frowning.
And no, South really doesn't need to understand what the hell the parts are in order to hold or buy them. Sombra's lack of explanation for any of them is a pretty good indication that she agrees. ]
Annnnd- [ Said as she places a case with some little screwdrivers in it on top of the growing pile, ] These. And also, this monitor. [ With her now hands free, she pats the top of a box on the shelf beside her. ] And that's it! For my tech, for now.
[ South doesn’t quite bite back all of her snickering when that salesperson gets so immediately brushed off and wanders off like he’s got his tail between his legs or something. ]
For now. [ she shakes her head, and makes sure she’s not going to like drop shit actually getting it over to a counter to pay for it all ] Can’t even jokingly ask if you’re sure ‘cause watching you there’s no way you’re not.
[ There's a smirking Sombra behind the pile of things South's holding, somewhere. ]
I always know what I'm doing.
[ Or at least, she always makes sure it looks like she does. But that's neither here nor there because right now, yeah, she's sure, and she happily lets South take care of the expenses for her. The clerk still doesn't seem very enthused by Sombra, but he does at least provide a bag for things. It's something. ]
Come on, I need a pillow that isn't trash. [ And she's off again, expecting South to keep up as she flicks open her map again. Her other dots are quite close, now that they're in a bit of a little shopping area - although there is one dot that, if South's paying attention, she might notice is laid right where the Up housing is. ] Then food that may or may not be trash, that one we'll have to find out.
[ At least keeping up with her isn't exactly hard for someone with legs as long as South's, even if she fell behind she wouldn't be there for long. She catches the dot over the Up housing, it's about the only one she can pin to a location she definitely knows. ]
New place. [ She answers distractedly, seeming to have forgotten (for now) her little game of forcing South to lead when she's the one with the map, as she navigates now on her own. ] You know, since I haven't been allowed [ sarcastic air quotes ] to buy things up here on my own before. Haven't figured out yet if it's actually Mexican, or just American trash.
[ Spoiler alert(s): it's more American trash, and also she's going to end up getting and eating it anyway.
But before that, pillow time. And to her credit, Sombra does, in fact, only pick out one pillow in the little department store she brings them to next. Well, one new pillow, a purple (can you tell she likes purple, South?) pillowcase with a little skull pattern on it, and also a bottle of neon pink nail polish she sees on a shelf they pass by. ]
I'll carry these. [ You know, the fluffy pillow and tiny bottle. ] They might be too heavy for you.
Good call. Those might be pushing my limits a bit.
[ She could not sound more dry and deadpan if she tried. She doesn't even break it to snort, she fully commits.
There is so much love for purple between them and that does quietly amuse her, honestly. She had a period where she kinda abandoned the colour for a while after North vanished, but she's back at it now; it's been her colour since long before the Project after all, she's been dying her hair purple since she was a kid. She just sticks to the ends instead of the whole head, these days. ]
[ It's difficult to miss the amusement reflected in Sombra's face when South commits to the bit. What can she say, she likes it when someone allows her her little jokes.
Once paid for, the nail polish and pillowcase are slipped into her little backpack. The pillow gets tucked underneath an arm, she's checking her map with her free hand again, and for their final stop she's off again. The restaurant she's chosen is, in fact, Americanized food, and she does, in fact, still order whatever the hell she wants anyway. South can add whatever she wants too of course, seeing as she's, you know, paying for everything and all. ]
Okay. [ Turning on her heels to face South again, Sombra smiles up at her while their order is finished. ] Done. Which means, [ A step closer, the back of her hands that hold the pillow intentionally bumping South's thighs, ] You can take me home with you now, eat with me, and then you can do whatever else you want with me after. Or vice versa on that last one, up to you.
[ Aka: let's see how far South's patience stretches. It's both extremely variable and yet never particularly high, there's a reason she never actually favoured stealth missions for herself. Too slow. ]
C'mon, come judge my boring ass apartment. Hopefully the neighbours aren't around to fuckin' hijack me.
[ Wash she for some reason cares about you but so help her god if you spot her bringing Sombra back and choose now to jump on the 'hey you're out of jail', she will lose her mind. And if Felix shows his face she'll just fuckin punch him, so.
She automatically slips to take the lead on the way to the dom tower, since y'know, it's where she lives and all. ]
[ Stealth and recon is kind of Sombra's thing (not that she's been entirely upfront about that but, well, that also sort of comes with the territory), it's not difficult to tell which of the two of them has more patience than the other. But she seems happy with that, and she laughs when South describes her apartment in such a bland sort of light. ]
Hah, you telling me you're not an interior decorator? [ It's okay, Sombra's "decorations" are sort of... well they're something. Give Sombra some time to take over, South, then you'll see. ] And what's wrong with your neighbours?
[ It's just as well South picks up the lead - even though Sombra knows damn well where they're headed, she'd been about to slip back into making South guide her anyway. ]
Do I look like I know anything about like, throw pillows and shit? [ is that all she thinks interior decorating is or is she being a shit, could go either way ] Anyway my neighbour's a friend of mine, and he was on my ass about contract shit. Plus his sub's just an asshole.
[ Says the self-proclaimed bitch, but Felix is arguably a different level and also has personally pissed her off soooo.
She can navigate back to the Dom tower on auto-pilot at this point. She's up on the 8th floor and chances are Wash won't come bother her, but she's still going to keep an eye out. Just in case. ]
Aw, you don't want to introduce your friend to your new contract partner? [ The "hurt" in her voice is so dipped in sarcasm that it's pretty well impossible to miss that she's joking, but. She does give a cursory glance to the door across the hall once they get to the right floor, more curious than anything else. ]
Who is he? And his asshole sub?
[ Incidentally, Felix is already on her radar because of her previous snooping. She doesn't have much on him, just that he seems like a hostile loudmouth which, honestly, kind of makes Sombra want to poke at him when she gets the chance, but. She'll behave, for now. ]
Nah I'm just gonna pretend I just convinced the city to let me out. See how long he buys it for.
[ So, so dry, but she breaks it with a snort laugh this time. She glances across at Wash's door again as she shoulders open her own and walks in backwards. ]
His name's Wash, friend from home. Asshole sub's Felix.
[ Also from home, decidedly not a friend.
She holds the door open for Sombra with her foot. Her apartment is, in fact, boring. There's a couple beer bottles she didn't clear up before getting dragged to jail, a shirt thrown over a chair here, stuff like that, but it's largely the same as when she arrived. The only real personal belongings in the place is a punching bag in one corner of the main room, and a small carved compass rose with the N for north replaced by an S for south—and that one's not in the main space at all, it's in her bedroom. ]
[ A stupid prank instead of an introduction, of course Sombra immediately appreciates that. ]
I'll stay quiet while you psychologically terrorize him, then. Ah, gracias.
[ And she slips in when South, more burdened with things than she is, holds the door open for her. It's the first time she's actually been inside one of these apartments (although she's dug up some blueprints, so she kind of had an idea of what to expect), so without further invitation the curiosity takes over and she's happily inside looking about. Pokes a few things without thinking, curious, and quickly finds herself beside the punching bag. ]
Haha, ever imagine Felix's face when you're using this? You know, just- [ While Sombra hasn't really given South much prior indication of a familiarity with fighting, when she hits the punching bag she does it with a fist (more specifically, a fist while wearing acrylic nails) that she clearly knows how to make, and her form is, tellingly, not terrible. Her accompanying little hyah noise is intentionally silly though, and it turns into a giggle. ] Or is that too bad?
[ The little 'hyah' does make South laugh under her breath as she sets the stuff she's carrying down. She takes note of the familiarity with throwing a punch, too. ]
I actually got fuckin' encouraged to punch that thing whilst imagining Felix when he really pissed me off [ sort of, Drake technically just encouraged her to punch the bag at all ] sooo...
I think printing out a fuckin' picture to tape to it would be where it went a little too far.
[ Has she seriously considered it or is she just joking? Who's to say. ]
[ Okay but the idea of taping a printed out picture of Felix to the punching bag is exactly the sort of thing Sombra would do for a laugh, so obviously it sparks a similar little idea in her head when South says it. But that's a dumb little project for later, and instead Sombra circles back to South and, more specifically, the food. ]
Haha, I don't know, if he's that much of an asshole maybe his punching bag double deserves it.
[ Seemingly content to leave her tech nonsense aside for now, Sombra instead sets to ripping the packaging of dinner open - not impatient or aggressive, really, just careless. ]
I don't really cook, by the way. [ Sarcastic again, ] Just telling you now, so you don't get any housemaid fantasies.
[ South bites back more laughter so it only comes out as a snort, because fuck if that isn’t funny when her partner’s a housemaid of some description back in her world. ]
I cook like a handful of things and still order takeout half the time, [ she slumps into a seat with her own food ] so as long as your don’t expect more than me picking up the takeout tab when you’re around, I think we’re even.
[ Of course whenever Ducky’s over she tends to cook something, but she’s not getting into that right now. ]
[ Sombra's not familiar enough with Ducky yet to know what they may or may not have in common - South is probably a better judge on that one, and can likely already tell that Sombra adds... well, something different anyway. ]
Even.
[ The fridge will be half filled with energy drinks and Sombra's snacks will be in every random cupboard before the month is out, but those are eating habits South's just going to have to find out on her own, because Sombra doesn't offer them upfront. Either way, she seems happy enough with take out so she sits, cross legged the way she does when she's at her desk, to eat with South. A couple bites in, ]
Ay, dios mío, [ A muffled laugh, and in spite of the description she's about to give, she actually sounds pleased, as though maybe she means it in the good terrible food way, ] This is terrible.
[ When she does start filling the fridge and cupboards up with her own stuff, Sombra will find that the state of South's food supplies is... mixed. There are actual ingredients for and occasionally leftovers from proper meals, but mostly there's easy-to-prepare, slap-on-a-timer-and-wait foods, lots of snacks (including a fair supply of beef jerky), and a lot of sports drinks, beer and soda in the fridge.
Also, there's an alcohol cabinet still full of a variety of stuff that came with the place, the whiskey and vodka the only things that have really been touched. ]
So-bad-it's-good, huh?
[ She picks at her own, though her attention and amusement is on Sombra. ]
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Yeah, right, small. [ a snort ] I've been saving since I got a job. Now they should stop fucking around with my shifts, I should be able to keep up.
[ She's always taken more shifts than she strictly needs to because, well, it gives her something to do. Security's hardly the most interesting work, but it pays alright, and she can pick up extra shifts without much fuss being needed—when they're not messing her around for not being contracted, that is. ]
Alright, computer first? Then your new pillow and whatever food you want?
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[ While it's true that Sombra could offer some of the funds she's collected herself in the two weeks that she's been here to help cover the cost of the things she wants, she doesn't. Where's the fun in that? She has South now. ]
Sí, tech first, then pillow, then food. Then you get to take me home with you, and maybe I'll find a way to say thank you. If you're not too tired, that is. You know, seeing how busy you've been the past few days.
[ There's no elaboration on that front, because Sombra doesn't expect she needs to. And if she gets closer, cozied up beside her closer, well, it's just because she's decided to share her itinerary with South after all. A hand goes up and several purple hexagons appear for tapping fingertips, beeping quietly as she presses them, until she turns her wrist and reveals a hard light map of the local area, floating above the palm of her hand and enlarged at the flick of a couple fingers. She has a couple spots marked with little blue indicators, including a PC & electronics store not too far away. She taps it with the tip of one acrylic nail. ]
You've been here longer, you know the city better I do. [ Says the one holding a literal map. ] Take me here first.
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Please, like even being actually busy would wear me out that much.
[ With how stressful the last couple
weeks monthsdays have been, like hell just being tired would put her off sex. She can fault the city for plenty but she's gotta give it one thing: at least here when she's had a shit day she can get laid, couldn't do that back in the last place she was stuck. Fucking fraternisation rules.There's a light roll of her eyes because yeah, says the one holding the map, but she's got a decent handle on the city by now so she does vaguely recognise where that store is. ]
Alright, c'mon. I know it. Sorta.
[ At minimum, she's good at following maps, anyway. So she 'leads' Sombra that way, as if she isn't the one who pointed it out in the first place. ]
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Gracias, mi dominante.
[ Every time she uses that term for South, she never seems to take it seriously. She doesn't seem to take much seriously though, in fairness, and right now, Sombra appears in good spirits with her new companion as she allows her to lead. ]
You'll need to carry it for me, by the way. [ Testing another demand, since she's more than capable of carrying things herself. Shrugging a shoulder to emphasize the little backpack she's brought with her while she gives South another one of her "sweet" little looks, ] I don't think I have room.
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[ Every use of the term has South torn between laughing and rolling her eyes, mostly resulting in her doing nothing but shake her head or smirk. Look the taking nothing seriously is the kinda energy she can respect, honestly. ]
And I do? [ she gestures vaguely at her general lack of bag, but ] Yeah yeah, I can carry it.
[ Snarking but going along with shit anyway: a growing trend. Still, it's not like it's going to be hard for her to carry a computer around for a little while. ]
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No, but since I already know you can carry me, [ Not that Sombra is very heavy anyway and not that the two scenarios she's describing are really the same, but, with the hint of a laugh in her voice, ] I know you can manage some equipment.
[ Really, the bottom line here is that Sombra's getting her way one way or another and to her? That's the important part. So she remains in good spirits with South on the way and, even though it's obvious that her attention is pretty quickly taken away from South once they reach their destination, it's just as clear that she carries her confidence with her everywhere she goes. Sombra clearly knows what she wants here - and, as she begins collecting various bits and pieces, it also starts to become obvious that by "new computer" she really meant "parts to build her own new computer", not something pre-made. ]
Ay, aquí. [ Said as she offers the things she's collected to South, ] Start by holding these.
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True. Though carrying you is way more fun.
[ As they step inside and Sombra starts picking stuff out, South just thinks: oh she's a real tech type. Not that she wasn't already getting the sense already between you know, everything, but still. What she's buying is going to go totally over South's head, but she doesn't need to understand what's being bought to hold onto it. Or to pay for it.
So she takes what Sombra hands her and watches her as she collects her various bits and pieces. ]
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And no, South really doesn't need to understand what the hell the parts are in order to hold or buy them. Sombra's lack of explanation for any of them is a pretty good indication that she agrees. ]
Annnnd- [ Said as she places a case with some little screwdrivers in it on top of the growing pile, ] These. And also, this monitor. [ With her now hands free, she pats the top of a box on the shelf beside her. ] And that's it! For my tech, for now.
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[ South doesn’t quite bite back all of her snickering when that salesperson gets so immediately brushed off and wanders off like he’s got his tail between his legs or something. ]
For now. [ she shakes her head, and makes sure she’s not going to like drop shit actually getting it over to a counter to pay for it all ] Can’t even jokingly ask if you’re sure ‘cause watching you there’s no way you’re not.
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I always know what I'm doing.
[ Or at least, she always makes sure it looks like she does. But that's neither here nor there because right now, yeah, she's sure, and she happily lets South take care of the expenses for her. The clerk still doesn't seem very enthused by Sombra, but he does at least provide a bag for things. It's something. ]
Come on, I need a pillow that isn't trash. [ And she's off again, expecting South to keep up as she flicks open her map again. Her other dots are quite close, now that they're in a bit of a little shopping area - although there is one dot that, if South's paying attention, she might notice is laid right where the Up housing is. ] Then food that may or may not be trash, that one we'll have to find out.
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[ At least keeping up with her isn't exactly hard for someone with legs as long as South's, even if she fell behind she wouldn't be there for long. She catches the dot over the Up housing, it's about the only one she can pin to a location she definitely knows. ]
Trying a new place, or just undecided?
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[ Spoiler alert(s): it's more American trash, and also she's going to end up getting and eating it anyway.
But before that, pillow time. And to her credit, Sombra does, in fact, only pick out one pillow in the little department store she brings them to next. Well, one new pillow, a purple (can you tell she likes purple, South?) pillowcase with a little skull pattern on it, and also a bottle of neon pink nail polish she sees on a shelf they pass by. ]
I'll carry these. [ You know, the fluffy pillow and tiny bottle. ] They might be too heavy for you.
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Good call. Those might be pushing my limits a bit.
[ She could not sound more dry and deadpan if she tried. She doesn't even break it to snort, she fully commits.
There is so much love for purple between them and that does quietly amuse her, honestly. She had a period where she kinda abandoned the colour for a while after North vanished, but she's back at it now; it's been her colour since long before the Project after all, she's been dying her hair purple since she was a kid. She just sticks to the ends instead of the whole head, these days. ]
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Once paid for, the nail polish and pillowcase are slipped into her little backpack. The pillow gets tucked underneath an arm, she's checking her map with her free hand again, and for their final stop she's off again. The restaurant she's chosen is, in fact, Americanized food, and she does, in fact, still order whatever the hell she wants anyway. South can add whatever she wants too of course, seeing as she's, you know, paying for everything and all. ]
Okay. [ Turning on her heels to face South again, Sombra smiles up at her while their order is finished. ] Done. Which means, [ A step closer, the back of her hands that hold the pillow intentionally bumping South's thighs, ] You can take me home with you now, eat with me, and then you can do whatever else you want with me after. Or vice versa on that last one, up to you.
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Guess we'll see where the mood takes us, huh?
[ Aka: let's see how far South's patience stretches. It's both extremely variable and yet never particularly high, there's a reason she never actually favoured stealth missions for herself. Too slow. ]
C'mon, come judge my boring ass apartment. Hopefully the neighbours aren't around to fuckin' hijack me.
[ Wash she for some reason cares about you but so help her god if you spot her bringing Sombra back and choose now to jump on the 'hey you're out of jail', she will lose her mind. And if Felix shows his face she'll just fuckin punch him, so.
She automatically slips to take the lead on the way to the dom tower, since y'know, it's where she lives and all. ]
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Hah, you telling me you're not an interior decorator? [ It's okay, Sombra's "decorations" are sort of... well they're something. Give Sombra some time to take over, South, then you'll see. ] And what's wrong with your neighbours?
[ It's just as well South picks up the lead - even though Sombra knows damn well where they're headed, she'd been about to slip back into making South guide her anyway. ]
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Do I look like I know anything about like, throw pillows and shit? [ is that all she thinks interior decorating is or is she being a shit, could go either way ] Anyway my neighbour's a friend of mine, and he was on my ass about contract shit. Plus his sub's just an asshole.
[ Says the self-proclaimed bitch, but Felix is arguably a different level and also has personally pissed her off soooo.
She can navigate back to the Dom tower on auto-pilot at this point. She's up on the 8th floor and chances are Wash won't come bother her, but she's still going to keep an eye out. Just in case. ]
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Aw, you don't want to introduce your friend to your new contract partner? [ The "hurt" in her voice is so dipped in sarcasm that it's pretty well impossible to miss that she's joking, but. She does give a cursory glance to the door across the hall once they get to the right floor, more curious than anything else. ]
Who is he? And his asshole sub?
[ Incidentally, Felix is already on her radar because of her previous snooping. She doesn't have much on him, just that he seems like a hostile loudmouth which, honestly, kind of makes Sombra want to poke at him when she gets the chance, but. She'll behave, for now. ]
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Nah I'm just gonna pretend I just convinced the city to let me out. See how long he buys it for.
[ So, so dry, but she breaks it with a snort laugh this time. She glances across at Wash's door again as she shoulders open her own and walks in backwards. ]
His name's Wash, friend from home. Asshole sub's Felix.
[ Also from home, decidedly not a friend.
She holds the door open for Sombra with her foot. Her apartment is, in fact, boring. There's a couple beer bottles she didn't clear up before getting dragged to jail, a shirt thrown over a chair here, stuff like that, but it's largely the same as when she arrived. The only real personal belongings in the place is a punching bag in one corner of the main room, and a small carved compass rose with the N for north replaced by an S for south—and that one's not in the main space at all, it's in her bedroom. ]
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I'll stay quiet while you psychologically terrorize him, then. Ah, gracias.
[ And she slips in when South, more burdened with things than she is, holds the door open for her. It's the first time she's actually been inside one of these apartments (although she's dug up some blueprints, so she kind of had an idea of what to expect), so without further invitation the curiosity takes over and she's happily inside looking about. Pokes a few things without thinking, curious, and quickly finds herself beside the punching bag. ]
Haha, ever imagine Felix's face when you're using this? You know, just- [ While Sombra hasn't really given South much prior indication of a familiarity with fighting, when she hits the punching bag she does it with a fist (more specifically, a fist while wearing acrylic nails) that she clearly knows how to make, and her form is, tellingly, not terrible. Her accompanying little hyah noise is intentionally silly though, and it turns into a giggle. ] Or is that too bad?
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[ The little 'hyah' does make South laugh under her breath as she sets the stuff she's carrying down. She takes note of the familiarity with throwing a punch, too. ]
I actually got fuckin' encouraged to punch that thing whilst imagining Felix when he really pissed me off [ sort of, Drake technically just encouraged her to punch the bag at all ] sooo...
I think printing out a fuckin' picture to tape to it would be where it went a little too far.
[ Has she seriously considered it or is she just joking? Who's to say. ]
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Haha, I don't know, if he's that much of an asshole maybe his punching bag double deserves it.
[ Seemingly content to leave her tech nonsense aside for now, Sombra instead sets to ripping the packaging of dinner open - not impatient or aggressive, really, just careless. ]
I don't really cook, by the way. [ Sarcastic again, ] Just telling you now, so you don't get any housemaid fantasies.
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[ South bites back more laughter so it only comes out as a snort, because fuck if that isn’t funny when her partner’s a housemaid of some description back in her world. ]
I cook like a handful of things and still order takeout half the time, [ she slumps into a seat with her own food ] so as long as your don’t expect more than me picking up the takeout tab when you’re around, I think we’re even.
[ Of course whenever Ducky’s over she tends to cook something, but she’s not getting into that right now. ]
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Even.
[ The fridge will be half filled with energy drinks and Sombra's snacks will be in every random cupboard before the month is out, but those are eating habits South's just going to have to find out on her own, because Sombra doesn't offer them upfront. Either way, she seems happy enough with take out so she sits, cross legged the way she does when she's at her desk, to eat with South. A couple bites in, ]
Ay, dios mío, [ A muffled laugh, and in spite of the description she's about to give, she actually sounds pleased, as though maybe she means it in the good terrible food way, ] This is terrible.
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[ When she does start filling the fridge and cupboards up with her own stuff, Sombra will find that the state of South's food supplies is... mixed. There are actual ingredients for and occasionally leftovers from proper meals, but mostly there's easy-to-prepare, slap-on-a-timer-and-wait foods, lots of snacks (including a fair supply of beef jerky), and a lot of sports drinks, beer and soda in the fridge.
Also, there's an alcohol cabinet still full of a variety of stuff that came with the place, the whiskey and vodka the only things that have really been touched. ]
So-bad-it's-good, huh?
[ She picks at her own, though her attention and amusement is on Sombra. ]
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