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⤟𝗮 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗼𝘂𝘁⤠ ⸻
NELLIE WOKE TO IRIS THROWING CLOTHES AT herface. she groaned, knocking the clothing off and sluggishly walking to the bathroom. she glanced at the room Five slept in, seeing the door still shut.
she took a quick shower, scrubbing her hair and body as it's been two days since she's taken the time to take care of herself.
she felt gross, icky. especially since she was so close to the ugly ass vomit Klaus projected yesterday.
after the shower she walked out, seeing luther's back, she scrunched her hair with a towel, leaning to her left as she listened in, missing context to their conversation.
"i have to find myself." Five flicked a pocket watch open, shoving it back into his shorts pockets as he goes to shrug his coat on, "i just arrived in dallas fifteen minutes ago."
"should i be worried about you?"
"Luther, if you recall, i was sent to nineteen sixty-three," he started, leaning down and stretching his body, "on a job by the commission to make sure the president was assassinated."
"oh! so wait, your old self is out there?"
"wait," Nellie spoke, making the adult jump, "you're the one that kills our president?"
"no," Five huffs, standing from his stretches as he looks to her, and then to Luther, "precisely."
"what, just walking around Dallas?"
"walking around Dallas with a briefcase that can get us home."
"oh, my god, five. your a genius!"
"however," Five stopped scratching the back of his head, "there are two significant problems with this plan. problem one: i am a trained assassin, arguably the most dangerous assassin in the space-time continuum. if i know me, i know im not going to react kindly to bumping into myself. problem number two, and this is the real fly in the ointment here: you're no supposed to exist in close proximity to yourself in the same timeline. the side effect can be disastrous."
