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;; So, it’s that time of year again. I have so many assessments to mark and reports to write. Meaning what time I do have free I’m generally exhausted and have little motivation to do much besides maybe watch TV. I’ll still be lurking and sending some memes in the meantime but for the next two to three weeks, I won’t be getting very many replies out. Hit me up on IM (or skype/kik if you’d like) and we can do IC/ooc things there if you want to! <3

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   “Be my guest.” Alison slid into the passenger seat, eager to leave this place behind her. “I hope this place does range a hundred on the jeepy creepy scale.” She sighed running her hand through her ponytail. “Please be a little shop or someone’s house, anything but an other freaking warehouse.”

“Seems like they like the creepy warehouse style. Must have been the recommendation in the creepy bad guy handbook.” She hated it, so many different places to hide things, the echoes. Alison was right. “Do you want some coffee or something in the meantime? I think we’ll have a few extra minutes before Cos gets us just what we need.”

For the most part he was not surprised that his sister end up of following him to Mrs. S’. They both seemed to always have the habit of never letting the other stray to far away before some form of confrontation happened however small or large it may be. At it seemed that even now the pattern was to continue. “Thought you were going to go grab a drink?” He asked with raised brows as he met her outside Mrs. S’ door.

“Yeah, with you. To talk about you. Before you stormed out for whatever reason. I don’t even know what happened. I said I was sorry, that I wanted to talk about how this has all been on you and you bloody left.” Walking in to get out of the cold, she took her coat off and hung it up, turning back to him. “So, want to do this over tea instead now that we’re here?”

She had ran out of patience, and these were the people she loved they were talking about. “How do you know Paul?” Voice lowering, she needed to know just how much this woman knew.

“Of course you didn’t. I’m not cooking meth, I’m selling pills. I do make the soap though. It’s a big difference,” she said with a sigh. “Cosima doesn’t know. And I’d like to keep it that way,” she said. She didn’t want too many people involved in her mess. “Maybe I could use Bubbles. Say the company got successful?” she said, still trying to think. “But I suppose you don’t have any suggestions. Do you know when your brother is getting back?”

“Sorry, no idea. I was here to find him to. Not that this wasn’t a completely enlightening conversation.” Though she wondered just how the hell Alison had wound up their resident drug dealer -- something Fe definitely had more experience in than she did. The only time she tried she’d wound up ‘dead’ and Vic lost a finger. Still, she’d do it again if it meant getting her and Kira away and safe. “So, what else has been going on? And don’t worry, I won’t say anything to Cos.”

Knowing that Kira could probably sense the unease between him and her mum Felix allowed for the smile to return. “Dunno yet. But I’ll make sure to think of you Monkey.” He set her down. “Now why don’t we go see what you’ve been up to with you da?”

“Can’t you stay just a little bit Uncle Felix? Please?” She was so sick of being rushed around, her mum trying to keep them all safe but she missed her family and he had always been there for her. “I did some paintings, I did one for you but I didn’t get to bring it with me, I’m sorry.”

   “Shit. Why in the hell did I just say that?” Felix groaned realizing what he just signed up for. “Just kill me now. One can only handle so much of Vic the Dick.”

“Dunno, but since you did - awesome.” She laughed, more than happy to let Felix deal with Vic the Dick. Great nickname. “Well I mean, you nearly killed him once, feel free to drug his tea again.”

With a groan he came to. Taking a moment to let the heartache fade he opened his eyes. It took a second or two for things to come in focus but one thing for sure there was something that was not suppose. Felix did not recall letting the bird into his flat or the reason she was manhandling him. With another groan he closed his eyes. What kind of mess did he get himself. “There’s not any kind of goods I can offer y’u, y’u came to the wrong place luv.” 

Still sprawled out where he sat Felix looked to what had his sister’s attention. “That’s the stuff, yeah.” He sat up only to be met with a headache. “Oh shit.” He muttered resting his head in hands as the onslaught continued. Taking a deep breath he tried to think past the pain but all that did was push him past being unaware of his surroundings. After a few more seconds on bearing the pain it crescendoed allowing for him to meet the bliss of darkness.