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──── ' boom, boom, boom, i want you in my room '──── [CH. XXIII] ✦ ˚
" bye bitch. "
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THE WALL IS COLD UNDERNEATH OPHIRA'S BACK AS THEY LEAN AGAINST THE RIGID LENGTH, arms promptly crossed over the front of their chest. Both pairs of eyes are glued to Dot as she silently slips out of The Handler's office, the exact encounter they've been waiting for what seems like hours. As Five inclines over to get a better look, the curve of his shoulders brushes against theirs. Ophira's head spins. They must be getting sick.
Five turns his head toward his companion, eyes rounded. "She's heading to the tube room."
"Yeah, no shit—"
Before Ophira can even think about finishing their sentence, they're interrupted by Five tightly taking their wrist into his hand. The largeness of his palm reigning superior to the slimness of their joint.
"Let's go."
Ophira cannot get another word in before Five blinks the both of them to the tube room. Reappearing behind one of the devices, concealed by its large nature. Ophira's back is uncomfortably pressed against the implacability of the wall once again. That's the last thing on their mind, nevertheless, as Five hovers over them to conceal their presence.
