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“Oh, of course, I do, D.” He nods, resting his own head in a similar manner to hers. He beams at her, as he stands up from his swivel chair, picking up around the room, now throwing some of his week-old Cheeto bags into the trash as well. It looks like a tornado had come through a 7-11 and dropped every item back into Ferris’ room. It was kind of delightful, but also kind of horrifying. His bed seemed to be the only thing clear of rubble. “I mean, if you left I wouldn’t have anyone to judge my perfectly awesome science experiments. What would I do without you to tell me I have created a disaster from which there is no return?” He chuckles a bit, picking up and then thumbing through some old magazine he’d dropped on the floor. It was a Time magazine with the featured article of, “Artificial Intelligence Becomes More Human.” He looks up from the magazine with a neutral look, something that says what do you get? But, he humors her anyways, and sets the magazine down on his desk. “I’ll give you my stack of National Geographic, or Time magazines. What a deal, right?” He makes it a priority to show off some intense jazz fingers, and then lifts an unopened Snickers bar from the ground. “Or this, you could have this, too.” His room is like the treasure trove that doesn’t have an end. Yet, now he’s anxious to find its end with Delilah in his room, able to see the mess he’s created. “If I wanted to have a better physique than I’d be Katia. Does it look like I’m lugging around weights and hitting people with trays?” His eyebrows lift, and he chooses to lean back against the wall rather than continue his sudden need for spring cleaning. “Beats your joke, because mine was better than yours before you ruined it,” Ferris quips, winking at Delilah with one of his perfected smart ass grins. “Delilah… I-don’t-know-your-last-name… I didn’t call you a fool, but I was, instead, trying to impart that if I were to act like a fool your thought process would be screwed. But, now, you’re not just ANY fool. You’re a wonderful fool, whom I enjoy the company of.” He holds a hand over his heart and delivers somewhat of a butchered epilogue for the strawberry. “It’s contribution to this world may not been for hunger, but it was for science, and that’s all that matters now. May the strawberry rest in peace, and find some kind of solace in… uh… being a strawberry.” He ends his impromptu funeral speech there, dropping his hand from his chest. He returns her smile once they get back to explosions, much more interesting than strawberry deaths. “Go big, or go home, right?” He pulls a lighter out of his pocket, and flicks it to life. A sort of teaser to what they may do. “I don’t exactly know what we should light on fire, but I’m going to limit it at something that the fire department can see, or that could stink up the whole warehouse. Luckily, heading up to the roof might help with that second factor.” Ferris points towards his window, which he spends lots of time crawling out of to reach the roof. And now, he’s bouncing on the balls of his feet eagerly waiting to get out. “They were just the financial and legal documents, including the ones that went out for Cole when he was wanted by the police. Not fun stuff, or at least not as fun as explosions and strawberry DNA.”

her eyes narrow in slight suspicion, not entirely believing him, but she accepts with a smile anyway. “ why thank you, kind sir. ” when did she develop a southern accent? five seconds ago, or to be more accurate three years back when she first started experimenting with accents. she sighs as she watches his meager attempts at cleaning ( at least, that’s what she thought he was trying to do ), looking for a relatively clean spot to sit back down. the thought occurs to her that perhaps this is one of the reasons why the rats are so rampant in the warehouse, but gets distracted before she voices it out. “ attempt to revive said disasters, probably, ” is her lighthearted reply as she squints at his offerings. “ one, boring. two, are you sure that’s safe to eat? how long has it been there? ” she’d never been one for the academics, her attention span not long enough for scholarly articles. she much preferred to hear it from someone else, and she’d found over the years that auditory learning was much more efficient for someone like her. unfortunately listening to lecturers drone on in tapes didn’t work, delilah needed some form of engagement, or someone interesting enough, at the least. “ you’re the one who ruined it! ” she protests, laughter bubbling up again. “ well that makes me feel so much better that someone enjoys my foolish company. please accept my eternal love, ” a set of open arms accompany this declaration, her laughter continuing at his antics. “ what a lovely eulogy, I’m so touched, ferris. you have such a way with words. ”brushing an imaginary tear away, she shifts her focus back to their in the near future explosion plans. secretly, she might not actually be that bothered by getting the fire department’s attention, purely to see just what cole would do. unfortunately, it would probably be more trouble than that was worth, so she would settle for a smaller one … this time. “ let’s go then! ” sudden enthusiasm has her already at the window, but the words police had her looking back at ferris. “ am I living with wanted criminals now? how nice. ” she deadpans, scenarios where they get caught running through her mind. technically, she hasn’t done anything illegal, as of yet. that could ( and would ) probably change in the future, but it was better to live in the moment right? “ so hey, I don’t think you’ve ever told me the story of why and how you joined, ” she remarks, curiosity striking her.

He offered up a sheepish smirk, and nodded. “Noted, I will continue being the usual Ferris Wright,” he gave Delilah a quick salute and went back to looking at the goop in front of him, mortified by the way it had turned out. Even a genius couldn’t do a simple, children’s science experiment. “Better than Leonardo DiCaprio, you clearly would have gotten an Oscar before one of your most recent films if you kept acting like that.” He emits a huff of a chuckle with these words and tries to repair any chance at hearing the joke. “Oh, c’mon… Deja vu who? I bet you’re dying to tell me the punchline.” He watches the death-glare cross her face, and immediately his hands raise up waving an invisible white flag. “I’m weak, I need some milk, this is no time to beat up the nerd, D. Look, I was going to say beats me, but I can say something else if it will please you.” He was hoping he’d be able to get through the pun, but it looks like he’s stuck without the chance to do so. He doesn’t want to risk getting hit with her manicured fist. “You’re killing my vibes. A genius can only think when a swivel chair is in motion - and you’re prohibiting my swiveling,” he crosses his arms, eyebrows furrowing into a prominent V shape. “How would you feel if I just stopped your thought process by acting like a damn fool?” Ferris was pretty sure he’d already done that, more than once, for most of the crew. But, he supposed that if he had done it in the past, he now understood the annoyance of the rest of the crew. “Technically the strawberry was already heading towards death, I just gave it a nice, gentle push.” He reaches out for the dish and tosses the entire item into his overflowing trash bin. “Fine, let’s find something to explode. I have some gasoline and lighter, I think we can get far with that,” he already is off his seat by the time she asks her second question. “I was doing it for science,” he says dramatically, wistfully wagging a finger in the air. “Actually, I just wanted to test some kid science experiments from off the internet. Sounded a bit better than reviewing some documents from our last mission.”

“ do you really think so? ” she rests her chin on her palm, bracing her arm against her leg as she looks up at him with wide eyes. “ maybe I should ditch all of you and go be a hollywood star. ” her tone is serious, but the mirth in her eyes betray her. not that the idea of acting had never crossed her mind, but it was just never something that interested her that much. she’d never liked recognition too much, and fame that came with the hollywood lifestyle would restrict her freedom too much for her to want it. “ now that would be a bet that you’d lose, fer. what do I get if I finish the joke? ” rolling her eyes in response to his excuses, she shrugs delicately. “ what you need is more physical training, if you really want to go that route. and sure, go ahead, wow me with your wit. ” she leans forward on her elbows, her curiosity piqued. the next words out of his mouth tempt her to send the chair flying instead of merely stopping it, though. “ ferris wright, did you just call me a fool? ” she frowns, pout back in full force. “ you’re mean. ” watching as the failed experiment heads to the trash, she lets out a small sigh at its fate. “ it could’ve had a nice death in my stomach, instead now it has a mangled, lonely death in the bin. poor, poor strawberry. ” she mimes wiping a tear away, but her face brightens at the thought of exploding things, which sounded way more entertaining than repainting her nails, the initial plan for her afternoon. “ how big are we allowed to go with the explosions? ” secretly, she wonders if finding and exploding rats’ nests was considered animal cruelty. despite all her precautions, she was still afraid of them somehow getting into her stuff. that thought is quickly pushed aside, intrigued by the mission the team had pulled off. she hadn’t been around for that one, and although she knew the basic details, knowing more could be useful. “ hmm? what documents? I’m pretty sure I wasn’t around for this one. ”

It felt like a nice, warm beam of sunlight had come into the room with Delilah’s laugh. It had been dull in his room all day, and finally it felt like there was something to cheer him up. Delilah was good company, and Ferris wouldn’t mind sharing his latest experiment with her. He liked the way she came and sat through some of his ramblings, and gave him the time of day that most of the others didn’t. “Sorry, sorry, I over-analyzed per usual… Would you like to try again? I’ll play along this time,” he consoled, patting Delilah’s shoulder gently. “Or, I can keep going with mine…” He started back in on his own pun with a devilish grin, “beats.” Ferris released a dramatic sigh and plopped down into his office chair with a hard plunk. He swiveled back and forth as he listened to her complaint of boredom. “And you think I’m not? I’ve been trying to extract strawberry DNA for the past forty-five minutes, but I think the dish soap I’m using is a bust. I, sadly, don’t have any combustion reactions planned for today,” he pointed to a petri dish that was covered in a layer of goo and looked like the massacre of a poor strawberry. “You could go find me some better dish soap, or at least a strawberry that wants to cooperate.”

she shook her head in amusement, hair swaying. “ don’t apologize, just keep being yourself. ” how ironic, giving advice that she never followed herself. she pushed her bottom lip out further, giving him a mock angry look that was partly sad as well. “ you already killed the joke, ferris. it’s dead, dead! ” in one of her more dramatic moods this time, she hammed it up, hand going to rest over her heart. her demeanour perked up slightly at the continuation of his joke, only to huff and send another playful glare his way. “ if you say ‘beats me’, I will beat you. ” she laughs as she shakes a fist at him, contradicting herself.  she sticks a foot out from her spot on the floor to stop his movement, the motion getting on her nerves for some reason, although she herself had been guilty of doing the same thing in the past. retracting her leg in order to get up and take a look at the dish he was pointing at a look of mild disgust crossed her face the moment she saw it. “ oh, poor strawberry. rest in peace. ” she folds her hands and bows in its direction, before whirling to face ferris. “ or we could go find something better to do than have you torture strawberries. why were you doing that, in the first place? ”

     ah, gemma almost forgot who she was talking to. she lets out a breathy huff of amusement at the other’s (likely very true) claim, saying, “well, whatever you do, make sure it isn’t delivered right to our doorstep. i don’t want to have to make up some story for the UPS guy.” she winces exaggeratedly, though it falters to a blank shrug as delilah asks to stop talking about the rats. “your loss. i hear they make very good cuddle buddies.” she continues on her quest to find something she might want to snack on, then eventually settles on a packet of honeycomb candies she’d bought impulsively at the cashier counter. tearing the packet open with her teeth, she cracks a bit off the corner and plops it into her mouth with a satisfied hum. it’s even sweeter than it should be after the taste of bland but still bitter coffee, and for someone with as big a sweet tooth as gemma, it’s about as satisfying as a warm home-cooked meal. she quirks a brow at delilah’s use of darling, unamused but not quite bothered enough to protest. there’s a pause in the conversation and she cracks off another bit of the candy, throwing it toward the mouth of delilah’s box of food, aiming just right so that the tiny fragment will hopefully land amongst the cereal. it’s almost an offering, of some sort — she rarely shares her sugary treats, after all — regardless of whether or not delilah even likes honeyed sweets. how was italy? the question makes her pause; there’s more for her to say than she’d ever dare to, and so her answer comes out with a careless shrug, “it was… good. nice weather. their croissants were subpar.” it isn’t until she’s said it that she realises she’s comparing rome to paris out loud; she doesn’t think she’s ever spoken about where she came from, and certainly not to delilah.

“ don’t worry, I’m not that stupid. ” besides, it would likely be suspicious if those highly expensive beans were delivered to such a dilapidated location. “ but then hearing that story for the ups guy might be interesting. ” she watched as gemma opens a packet of ... something. the chance to find out what it was exactly soon came though, when she threw a piece towards delilah’s cereal box. peering inside curiously, she puts it into her mouth, eyes going wide a few seconds later. “ delicious! ” she pronounces. “ what’s it called? ” she makes a mental note to get more later, already craving the taste again. beyond that though, instinct tells her that there is more to this than one girl offering sweets to another, but psychoanalysing one of her teammates’ actions at this hour was more of an effort than she cared to make. the mention of croissants has her stomach reminded of food again, despite the box of cereal in front of her. she had spent quite a bit of time in france, paris especially. was it still the dreamer side of her that likes what it stood for? or just the city in general? “ I assume you’re comparing to those from france, ” she queried, noting that gemma would have spent a fair amount of time there to speak in that manner. “ in which case, I agree. nothing beats french pastries, and now I’m craving them again. know anywhere that would have decent ones around here? ”

     “what, you willing to pay for shipping from italy? because, and i’m not sure if you’ve noticed but,” here, gemma gestures at the dilapidated warehouse around them, making a dissatisfied gurgle at the back of her throat, “forget fancy coffee beans, i don’t think we can even collectively afford a vacuum. or pay our electricity bill, for that matter.” though, to be fair, the former could be easily be explained by no one giving enough of a fuck to clean up around here. her lips curve at one corner, crooked and teasing at delilah’s words. “oh, it’s not so bad. so what if a rat snuggles up to you in your sleep? you’ll make a lifelong friend. …or, worse come to worst, it just takes a few bites out of your flesh and gives you an incurable disease.” gemma shrugs, as though the idea of the bloody plague lurking beneath their floorboards is the least of her concerns. “i don’t know. cole’s cole,” she mutters, stifling a graceless snort at delilah’s remark; even if she doesn’t get along with him half the time, she does sort of have a begrudging sort of respect for the guy. that bad, huh. “worse,” gemma scoffs, pondering if she should throw the rest of the pot away, too. ah, whatever. the others likely haven’t had their tastebuds spoiled by superior coffee; they can probably still make do. she watches with idle curiosity and an arched brow as delilah stuffs cereal into her mouth with her hands, but doesn’t show much surprise or repulsion beyond that. “as long as you make good on that plan, i guess,” gemma responds, shifting around to see if she’d bought anything she felt like eating right now, “because if you don’t, i demand a reimbursement.” her lips quirk just a little, a clear sign that she’s kidding, despite her otherwise deadpan expression.

delilah’s eyebrow arched in amusement. “ I could probably find someone who would, actually, but unfortunately there probably isn’t much I could do about our living situation. ” at this point, most of the things she owned were either bought by someone else or bought with the money she got by selling off those gifts. coffee beans from italy wouldn’t be too much of a stretch, especially since quite a few of the elite were highly likely to do that already. her expression soon morphs into one of distaste. “ ugh, let’s stop talking about those disgusting things already. ” she really didn’t want to give more thought to what other atrocities were brought by the rats. a shrug of the shoulders combined with her rolling eyes is all the response she has towards gemma’s explanation of cole. cole, as a person, wasn’t all bad. but she hated any sort of authority, and he was it in this situation. she’d been trained to always be in control, and although she could technically leave if she wanted to, it was mostly the principal that he was in charge that automatically made her more annoyed around him. if hard pressed she could admit his better points, but she wasn’t the type to display that easily. “ anything for you, darling. ”  she laughs, tone decidedly sarcastic, scooping up another handful of cereal. “ so, besides the superior coffee, how was italy? ”

“Oh, poor you,“ he mimicked her voice, but grinned, “I didn’t hit you, so no need to worry about bruises.”

“Might I just add- I am broke now. We are all broke. That’s why we live with vermin and I have to shop with you,” his voice was low, but he sighed melodramatically, as he wheeled the cart over to her, “And exactly why we’re in the aisle debating apples and oranges. Why not both?”

He bowed his head in mock sorrow, “because some people won’t eat either of them and we don’t have enough for both.”

“I mean, if you’re willing to cook for everyone, I won’t stop you from getting what you want.  But, as funny as the prospect of forcing Ferris to eat vegetables is, I think it’s far safer to leave him be.”

“All those years of malnutrition and he’s turned out like this— imagine how he could be if he was in peak performance.”

He placed a hand over his heard and shuddered, before laughing, “Just keep the vegetables on the side or else we’ll all have to watch Ferris pick through every single one or starve.”

“ were you planning to pay for my treatment if it did? ” she cocks her head to a side, teasing.  “ I don’t buy that, don’t you people always invest in stocks or bonds or whatnot? surely you’re not completely broke.” she wasn’t exactly broke herself, with that offshore account. besides, she could pretty much convince one of those from the wealthy class to buy her certain things. the mention on the rats had her nose wrinkling again. “ I swear I’m going to move out if the rat problem doesn’t get solved soon. ”

she shrugged and placed mangoes into the cart. “ there, problem solved.” cooking, especially for others, wasn’t something she did often. it wasn’t was if she was terrible at it, she’d had to fend for herself those first few years and cooking was cheaper than eating out. then again, food seemed to be an easy ticket to peoples’ good graces in most situations, although she highly doubted theirs’ was a common one. “ for someone who studied biology he doesn’t seem to understand that vitamins are essential, ” she replied, shaking her head to show her disapproval. she might be the youngest, but sometimes it felt like ferris acted the most childish of them all. a smile flashed at the mental image his words brought. “ surely there would be some way to get him to eat some. ”

                    katia learned from a young age to not take her anger out on those around her, but on her opponent. she knew this, yet seldom followed it. katia was never one to be gentle. she slammed doors, talked too loud, laughed boisterously. she was even more powerful when she fought. she woke up early that day and had been training all morning; it seemed delilah was sent from god himself when she arrived with a water bottle. katia halted her punches and kicks at the bag, taking the water bottle from the other girl. she takes a long drink from it, brow raising at her question.  “ surprised you don’t know yet. men… they’re good for nothing. love is good for nothing. “  

her lips quirked immediately at katia’s answer. “ ah, the usual, of course. ” she wholeheartedly agrees with that sentiment. love in general was bad enough, men especially. of course, there was that small part in her crying that love was magical, but then she’d never let anyone close enough to experience any of it, and seeing how things have went for certain people over the years, she’d honestly rather not even bother. “ is there a specific reason why though? we could tape up a picture and have target practice on it. ”

He laughed a bit and feigned some expression along the lines of distress, his lips drooping into a frown.·“Damn, now I won’t have my daily dose of knock knock jokes! I was counting on you to meet that quota, Delilah.” He smiled again, twisting his head to look towards his bed, where B was now sitting happily, preening her fur.·“I’ve got one if you don’t… Knock knock,” he began, ready to give her one of his infamous puns.·“Crazy, have we told each other knock knock jokes before?” Ferris wondered, trying to recall the previous situation that might have called for this déjà vu.·“What brings you to the _lab _today? Were you expecting me to be playing with some dry ice or causing **explosions **by mixing together random salts?”

she laughed out loud, the sign of mirth a genuine one. all this time it always felt like she was presenting a persona to the world, or to be more accurate, several. ever since she had left home she’d never once been completely truthful with any one person, probably not even herself. sometimes, it feels like she had been like been like this since young, the real juliette buried somewhere or so she would like to think. reato has been beginning to feel more like a home than her blood family ever did, but as per usual she buries that too. it’s random moments like this that bring out a more sincere reaction out of her. “ you were supposed to reply déjà vu who, but who’s there? ” perhaps it had been her fault for not making things clear enough. “ I was hoping for something to that effect. fer, I’m booooored. ” she’s whining, she knows, but she sticks out her bottom lip a little anyway.

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Ferris sat on the floor of his warehouse room holding B, the cat whose name was undetermined to be ‘Beelzebub’ or ‘Balberith.’ Her slender black tail wrapped around his arm as he offered her pets in return for her presence. The instant there was even the sound of footsteps nearing the opening, that could hardly be called a door, to his room. He stood from the floor, trying to search for where the black cat had disappeared to, seemingly to another dimension from just how hard it was to locate her. Sometimes Ferris really did feel like the only one who knew she was in the warehouse. He brushed off his hands as he saw Delilah appear, “who’s there?” His witty retort brought a smug beam to his face. “Now, you’d better have a knock knock joke prepared, or I’ll be thoroughly disappointed.”

delilah had definitely not been thinking along the lines of a joke at all, but then again thinking on the fly had always been her strong suit. despite that, she still couldn’t help but tease ferris a little. “ well, guess you’re about to be disappointed then, ” she laughed and shook her head, both to show that she was joking and at the grin he was currently sporting. “ déjà vu. ” okay, so maybe it wasn’t the funniest, or the most original, but it was something. she crossed the space and sank to the floor next to him without waiting for his answer, and thank goodness she was wearing shorts today.

     “good idea, unfortunate timing,” she answers with another sip and a shake of her head, then nods limply in acknowledgement at the mention of the rats. personally, though, she doesn’t really understand how it affects one’s sleep that badly. unless the rats decide to hold some kind of glow-stick rave, their existence generally doesn’t have the capability to impact much, with her. (but then again, a vermin-infested warehouse isn’t the worst place she’s slept, so maybe her standards mean nothing here.) “well, ferris says he’s got a plan to get it under control—” she forgets the exact degree of secrecy surrounding the cat, and so keeps it vague, “—so i wouldn’t worry too much.” with a crooked smirk, she remarks, “besides, i don’t think hiring an exterminator to come clear out our ‘secret headquarters’ would sit well with cole.” gemma says the term like they’re kids playing at pretend, with disdain and a hint of exasperation. at the mention of food, she turns back towards the kitchen with a nod. her nose scrunches a little again as she gets halfway though her coffee; gemma walks over to the sink and dumps the rest. “i got some fruits, cereal, pasta, ramen, canned stuff… the quintessential ‘life in hiding’ starter set,” she deadpans, gesturing with an unnecessarily grand display at the pile of groceries she left on the counter. “take your pick.”

“ you know, I wonder if they ship the beans, ” tapping a finger against her cheek, she thought out loud. having genuine italian beans might mean a more acceptable cup of coffee in the morning, unlike the imitations that most cafes seemed to carry nowadays. “ that plan better happen soon, ”  —  she made a note to herself to question ferris about it later  —  “ I don’t know if I want to stay here tonight. ” she was well aware that she probably sounded like a brat, but the thought of rats biting holes in her sheets, or worse yet, her clothes, was not something she really liked to think about. at gemma’s next remark she rolls her eyes. “ he’s like a kid sometimes, honestly. I think he’s enjoying the whole cloak and dagger thing a little too much. like, he’s the mastermind of this whole thing, isn’t he? make something up maybe? ” it wasn’t was if she didn’t understand the risks that came with it, but she wished that their living conditions were at least somewhat decent. watching gemma throw away her coffee, she offhandedly commented “ that bad, huh. ” before promptly getting distracted by the array of food. she selects a sugary box of cereal immediately, opening it and grabbing a handful. “ don’t worry, I plan to finish this, unless someone else doesn’t mind that I’ve had my fingers in it. ” she reassured, before stuffing a mouthful in. most people would be shocked to see her do something like this, but only because she usually played a more ladylike character. 

     the warehouse hasn’t been touched in months. with this fact in mind, it really shouldn’t be all that surprising that the place is worse off than it was before. new cobwebs dust every still corner; rats seem to have returned to make in their home; and the kitchen cabinets are, of course, woefully empty. gemma dumps the bag of groceries she’d just went out to buy onto the counter, fishing through it and grabbing the pack of coffee beans. after preparing herself a mug from the pot — no creamer but with far too much sugar, as usual — she saunters out to the makeshift living room. it seems fairly empty this early in the morning, save for a head of dark hair by one side that she recognises as delilah. gemma arches a brow, sipping at her coffee as she hesitantly makes her way over. her face scrunches at the weak blend, murmuring, “i think rome may have pampered me a little too much.” her voice comes out soft, as though more to herself than anything. “after italian coffee, this just tastes like badly flavoured water.” her hands wrap loosely around the cup, this time looking up and directly addressing the other as she hums, “you’re up early.”

delilah was not having a good day. she’d barely gotten any sleep last night due to worrying over the rat problem, despite having lined rat poison around her room. regret was coursing through her body when she considered the fact that she could have gone to the apartment further into the city that she still kept. besides that, their kitchen was devoid of food, and she was starving. she was currently sipping on the last bottle of juice she’d stuck in the fridge last night, hoping it would tide her over until someone either brought food or brought her out for food. spotting a familiar figure bearing what seemed to be grocery bags, she perked up as gemma walked over.·“·maybe you should’ve brought some italian roast back with you,·” she suggested at the other girl’s complaint. although, she supposed, it wouldn’t be much help now.·“·couldn’t sleep, those rats are back.·” a shrug of the shoulders accompanied the wrinkling of her nose, disdain at the thought of the rodents evident.·“·you’d think that cole would at least get an exterminator. by the way, did you happen to get food? the cabinets are pitiful.·”

He leaned on the handle of shopping cart in the aisle of the supermarket, sighing at he stared at the apple he had just picked up. 

“Can’t picture anybody other than me eating this,“ he said wryly, “and, I mean, it’s fruit, it’s not devoid of sugar. Should we get some anyways?”

He waited for a response, and, when there was none, he looked up to see Delilah, a few feet away, not paying attention to him. Sighing, he called out to her. 

“Heads up, Dee” he waited for her to turn to him, before he smirked and tossed the apple at her. 

“Hate to disturb you, but you can’t just stand there and look pretty. We’ve got a job to do, groceries to pick up, and I don’t understand the price of anything.“

supermarkets were always a fifty/fifty scenario with delilah. there were times where she would zip in and out, either already knowing what she wanted, or just not wanting to spend time in there. on the other hand, times such as now, she took her time browsing and was in the midst of contemplating whether she should get strawberries, blueberries or both. hearing her name, she glanced romeo’s way, who was her shopping partner for the day. romeo and juliette grocery shopping, hilarious. not that anyone would actually know. barely a split second later an apple came sailing her way, and if not for her reflexes it would’ve definitely nailed her in the shoulder. “ watch it, yeah? i bruise easily. ” the last part was exaggerated sarcastically. “ oh boo hoo, poor little rich boy. these are common life skills, you know? what if you ever go broke? ” she teased as she peered into the cart, taking note of what they had so far. “ we should get some pasta and tomato base, it’d be an easy enough meal. and some vegetables, especially for ferris. ” 

truth be told, many a time when speaking with ferris she’d had to stop him to get a clearer picture of what he’d been talking about. she wasn’t an imbecile by any means, but the extent of her math and science knowledge was at a high school level, and whatever random bits of information she picks up. combine that with ferris, who was practically the poster boy for it, and the result isn’t always the best. she likes talking with him, though. the way he acts could be called adorable, and it was almost a guarantee that she’d come away from their conversations having learned new things. this particular afternoon, having nothing much to do and unwilling to bother going out, she found herself looking for him. “ knock, knock? ” 

the sounds coming from their makeshift gym was what led delilah to it, and a peek inside confirmed that it was due to who she thought it was. katia did not seem to be in a good mood, and it seemed like the equipment was bearing the brunt of those feelings. “ we’re probably going to need to replace those if you keep going like that, ” she voiced out, making the other girl aware of her presence. extending a water bottle towards her ( bearing gifts or something seemed to make people slightly more receptive ), she injected a touch of concern not too much, not too little into her voice while carrying a lighthearted tone. “ what’s gotten you into such a mood this early? ”

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