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O13. ABRUPT CONFESSIONS! ❝i want to show you just how special you really are. ❞
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They needed a break.
A period where they allowed themselves room to just breathe. Maybe, even develop a solid plan on tackling Silco. Iggy was the only one with a place to stay, therefore, that's where they went. Just like old times, despite their fatigue, they scaled the buildings of the Undercity to get to the warehouse. Leaping from roof to roof and sliding in between pipes. Ignatia hasn't done that in a very long time—just running across roofs. A lot of her work was done on the ground, so it was very refreshing. She's always loved being closer to the sky than the damp asphalt of Zaun.
Holding the expensive weapons they'd practically stolen from Piltover, they hauled through her window. Her room looking just how she left it—a complete mess. The sheets of her navy colored bed, were scrunched and wrinkled with the memory of Ophelia and Iggy's night. She could still smell the traces of natural vanilla that lingered in her long dark-brown strands and her fair skin. But that didn't matter much. As tired as they were, Violet offered to help her straighten up. Picking up her shoes, lining them up in her closet. Ignatia folding the clothes she didn't choose to wear, so she could put them back in the drawers under her bed. Periodically, Ignatia would watch as Violet assisted her with her room. Seeing her toss little candy wrappers into the trash bin by her desk, emptying the ashtray out of her window to the ground.
It seemed so casual—domestic, even. Like they weren't plotting the demise of a dictator.
Ignatia tossed the young woman a t-shirt and shorts before disappearing in her tiny four-by-four closet. She slipped out of her filthy clothes replacing with a comfy pair of shorts and a spaghetti strap shirt. She stepped from the closet, walking out to see her friend in the pajamas she was given. A fitted white wife-beater, and a pair of grey athletic shorts. Absentmindedly, she was folding her much dirtier clothes, layering the items on top of each other. In the warehouse, Cirilla and Iggy had worked with a combination of old parts and new parts they'd stolen from a junkyard, to create an automatic washer and dryer. Washing clothes by hand became such a hassle with their busy lifestyles, so they created something a bit more convenient. Iggy had left Violet in her room, jogging to the first floor to toss the clothes inside.
