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“humbling experience , sure…” she gestured at the small bruises and wounds on his face with her finger ‪﹠. shrugs.

“do you need a new name , now? since you’re barely recognisable anyway.” exaggerating once again.
brows furrowed yet once again , eyes carefully watching every inch of him that she could see—trying to find something different. unevenly bruised right knuckles , chipped finger nails on both index fingers and thumbs , more bruises and abrasions on his cheekbones …

“i’d say you had an adventure.”
maybe she could say the same for the overtime she took just to follow the crumbs of trail he left , only to find one dead end after another.

“right … ‘interesting’.” she’s exaggerating with some air quotes. “still gonna make me guess, huh?”
worst thing is , she could see it , somehow. it’s not the same look that she often saw back then , but who knows what had happened to him when he was practically missing …

“uh—huh,” she nodded , partially joking. “gonna tell me what happened?”
“very funny.” she shakes her head as she scoffs , thinking what he just said was completely ridiculous.

“it’s gonna haunt me more than an unsolved mystery.”
jaws clenched , avoiding saying more things she couldn’t finish.

“fine,” she muttered under a heavy sigh. “worried. that you might be in a ditch somewhere. that our last meeting ever would’ve been just me drunkenly insulting you the whole night. it was stupid.”
“well , i wasn’t exactly waiting, i—” her eyes darted towards the food in her hand , fingernails scraping on the paper box—unable to dodge it this time.

instead , she took a plate , a set of cutlery , and put the warmed up box of takeout in front of him.
“i was hoping for a sign of life , at least.” she shrugged , shaking her head.

with the sound of the microwave’s timer , she turned around once more , taking the food out. “you don’t need to protect me , i know the risk.”
oh , now he sounds persistent.

“bigger fish to catch?” an eyebrow was raised. more in curiosity. “your last ‘client’ was sloppy but he got me my promotion too. i could’ve cleared those eyes for you.”
maybe she’s just trying to keep them grounded. wouldn’t want to take the wrong step if he won’t be there , she thinks.

“i figured you were in hiding or something,” she set the timer on the microwave to heat up the food ‪﹠. turned back to see him. “didn’t think you’d be hiding from me.”
“yeah , yeah , whatever.” despite her bitter tone , as soon as she closed the fridge and walked to the microwave , a rather involuntary smile flashed on her face for a second.

“at least that isn’t happening in my apartment. i’m not liable for that.”
she took the small takeout boxes , ones with the chinese stall across the street stamped on the lid.

“i would’ve gotten something fresh to cook if i know you’d be here. i don’t want to be liable for food poisoning.”
with an annoyed groan , she got up from the couch , lazily dragging her feet to the fridge.

“leftovers , something stale , something old. take your pick.”
“not sure i want to,” with a low groan , she turned around , hands still wrapped around her chest ‪﹠. eyes finally opening up to look at him.

“you’re here for free breakfast? is that it?”
“i don’t remember.”

sensing he’s even closer , she’d sigh rather loudly. though , her body stayed still—limbs too heavy to be moved.

“𝙗𝙤𝙝. i really do not remember anything.”
she buried herself deeper into the crevices of the couch , face planted on the fabric.

“help yourself to the fridge … or whatever.”
alright , that makes sense , somehow.

“get out,” one hand was flailing around to find a couch pillow , hoping to throw one at him. “you’re not real.”
the most welcomed—unwelcomed guest. he could’ve just get on that janky elevator and knock instead of looking like a petty thief.
sure thing. most of their encounters were just coincidences , then?
careful there , sounds like he’s the worried one.
and sit through a two hours queue? it’s a waste of time.
or a concussion , not sure.
the buzzing of cheap electronics ‪﹠. the faint him of neon bleeds through the blinds , enough to wake her up with annoyance ‪﹠. a headache.
élise rêvornay , intergalactic investigator ,
ad—vice division , galactic investigation bureau.

an original character crafted for the science—fiction / neo—noir / fantasy verses.