<img style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/OHyHtms.png" style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;]Kae could have easily argued that her existence, be it in the Veil or elsewhere, was no concern of Ventus', but she recognized her state of logistical defeat. It left a bad taste to counteract the mint refreshment from a moment prior, causing her stomach to sour and her mouth to dry. Often, this proved difficult to ignore considering she didn't have a real stomach- of course, there simply wasn't time in present company to dwell on the nausea in her lower torso which wasn't really there, despite the functioning receptors pinging messages of pain through the network of her neural matrix. "Mr. Astartes." Pink locks bounced as her features bowed towards the blonde. "I'll be with you again shortly."
Quickly, heeled steps sent Kae in the opposite direction of Ventus, and each step made was one offering modicums of relief to a deceptively cool facade. Even her words came clean and detached, their lack of worry likely more alarming than the message she found herself relaying to her employer. At the bar where Marv and Feston were having a discussion, the Synthetic came to a full stop before beckoning Marv to come closer. His brow raised in question, but in light of this gesture, he could gather this wasn't any small matter he could absently wave off.
"One moment." It was Marv's turn to lead Kae, and as the two moved to the back where boxes and bottles lined the far walls, they hooked a right into the belly of the building, and inevitably, into the cramped office Marv never had a reason to use otherwise. His voice was gravelly and aged from years of smoking, low in his throat so each syllable seemed to reverberate. "Problems?"
"Mr. Astartes is trying to buy me."
"What did you say to him?"
"I said I would go with him." Kae narrowed her eyelids before her brow crinkled towards the middle of her forehead. "Rather, I implied I was agreeing by asking when 'we' would leave." Her covered arms crossed tightly beneath the swell of her breasts while she shifted her weight from one leg to the other. "I don't think he will take no for an answer."
"Nah. He probably won't." Marv raked squared digits through thinning strands of salt and pepper hair before shuffling towards his desk piled beneath stacks of books and loose files. Paperwork was pushed around, mused over, balled up into a wad of unworthy trash, and quickly thrown away. "I can keep you off the books. Outta the records." His hand spun in a rolling gesture to indicate continuation of the thought, "But this doesn't seem right. Been a long while since anyone tried this stunt." Marv chuckled before broad shoulders shrugged their unknowing towards the femme.
"It was inevitable." Kae ushered as she turned away from Marv, back the way they had come through the hallway of boxes. "I was under no impression my position here would be permanent." The edge of her lip curled slightly as she reminded him, "Remember, the ad had said 'Looking for temporary employee for holiday hours'."
"Well, maybe the holidays never ended here."
"Synthetics don't celebrate holidays so-," Kae felt her throat tighten as she made her intention to leave apparent. "They never started for me." From the doorway, she added quietly, "Take it easy, Marv." It was best to keep her exit short and to the point, if only to keep the woman from changing her mind. Perhaps she expected an argument to ensue where the barkeep shook some sense into Kae by drilling her with all the reasons this wasn't a good idea. If that was what she hoped for, she wasn't going to find it in the Veil. Especially not from Marv.
Clicking her way back to where she had left Ventus waiting, the Synthetic continued hugging her midsection; a passive aggressive posture in it's own right. "I need to visit my apartment as well. Do you want to stay here while I'm gone?"
Quickly, heeled steps sent Kae in the opposite direction of Ventus, and each step made was one offering modicums of relief to a deceptively cool facade. Even her words came clean and detached, their lack of worry likely more alarming than the message she found herself relaying to her employer. At the bar where Marv and Feston were having a discussion, the Synthetic came to a full stop before beckoning Marv to come closer. His brow raised in question, but in light of this gesture, he could gather this wasn't any small matter he could absently wave off.
"One moment." It was Marv's turn to lead Kae, and as the two moved to the back where boxes and bottles lined the far walls, they hooked a right into the belly of the building, and inevitably, into the cramped office Marv never had a reason to use otherwise. His voice was gravelly and aged from years of smoking, low in his throat so each syllable seemed to reverberate. "Problems?"
"Mr. Astartes is trying to buy me."
"What did you say to him?"
"I said I would go with him." Kae narrowed her eyelids before her brow crinkled towards the middle of her forehead. "Rather, I implied I was agreeing by asking when 'we' would leave." Her covered arms crossed tightly beneath the swell of her breasts while she shifted her weight from one leg to the other. "I don't think he will take no for an answer."
"Nah. He probably won't." Marv raked squared digits through thinning strands of salt and pepper hair before shuffling towards his desk piled beneath stacks of books and loose files. Paperwork was pushed around, mused over, balled up into a wad of unworthy trash, and quickly thrown away. "I can keep you off the books. Outta the records." His hand spun in a rolling gesture to indicate continuation of the thought, "But this doesn't seem right. Been a long while since anyone tried this stunt." Marv chuckled before broad shoulders shrugged their unknowing towards the femme.
"It was inevitable." Kae ushered as she turned away from Marv, back the way they had come through the hallway of boxes. "I was under no impression my position here would be permanent." The edge of her lip curled slightly as she reminded him, "Remember, the ad had said 'Looking for temporary employee for holiday hours'."
"Well, maybe the holidays never ended here."
"Synthetics don't celebrate holidays so-," Kae felt her throat tighten as she made her intention to leave apparent. "They never started for me." From the doorway, she added quietly, "Take it easy, Marv." It was best to keep her exit short and to the point, if only to keep the woman from changing her mind. Perhaps she expected an argument to ensue where the barkeep shook some sense into Kae by drilling her with all the reasons this wasn't a good idea. If that was what she hoped for, she wasn't going to find it in the Veil. Especially not from Marv.
Clicking her way back to where she had left Ventus waiting, the Synthetic continued hugging her midsection; a passive aggressive posture in it's own right. "I need to visit my apartment as well. Do you want to stay here while I'm gone?"
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