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“You know, if you’d just accepted the riddle there’s a chance you could have solved it by now and you’d be on your way to your room. But instead you’re complaining and wasting more time,” Gage tutted, shaking his head and standing in the doorway.

“True.” Florence mumbled, reconsidering his words. “I fucking suck at riddles but let me hear yours so I can sleep early now.” Her eyes travelling to spots that he didn’t block and calculated if she could fit going through there.

     ‘ well, i consider what i have for dinner to be very important, personally, but i can see how you wouldn’t, ‘ liv said, slightly taken back by the other girl’s bluntness. ‘ and i probably do, a bit, but…welll. like i said, important. and i’d like both, but i don’t know if i could eat that much food. ‘

“well you could use a coin, heads for chinese and tails for italian and see which you got. easy preasy.” flo suggested, her bluntness was something that people commonly commenting on.

      ‘ help me make a decision? chinese or italian? because there’s this italian place not too far from here that i could, in theory, walk to and get dinner. but also, the chinese place delivers. ‘ liv gave the other a hopeful look. ‘ so. which should i go with? ‘

“Whichever you’d like.” Flo answered grumpily. “Do you really always ask unimportant things like this or is this a rare situation?”

He was only gone for like a minute, just to take the boxes that he had up to his apartment which was on the second floor. But by the time he came back for the last box it seemed to have disappeared. “Excuse me, you didn’t happen to find a box that says ‘kitchen’ around here do you?” He asked the stranger he encountered in the lobby. “Can’t believe I lost a box on my first night here.”

Florence just came back from the coffee shop down the street. A coffee in hand when she saw the stranger. “I didn’t see anything. Let alone a box,” she answered quick and sharp. Feeling slightly guilty about his box, she stayed around. “Ya sure it’s already been delivered?” she asked before sipping her coffee.

Logan found himself held up in the apartments gym for the third night in a row, this time wearing out the sparring machine. After all, he always thought of it easier to use exercise as a method to clear his mind. It had nearly been hours before his concentration broke by the sound of somebody behind him, Logan pushing back his hair as he turned to see the somewhat familiar face, “How’s it goin’?.” He said, nearly breathless.

Florence had just finished her last run at the gym when she walked passed the sparring machine. She would have lied if she ever said that people who exercise weren’t attractive. Her eyes were glued on him as he exercised. She looked up as soon as he turned, not wanting to be caught lurking on him like a creep alas, she was already caught anyways. “Erm.. good, I guess,” she answered trying to keep a straight face. “I’m sorry if I bothered you.. or anything. I’ll just...” She took a step backwards.

“More like an inconspicuous escape - they think we’re inside when we’re out back, drawing no attention to us whatsoever, even with our disguises so we can blend in.” Annaleise shrugged, her words fluent as if she had thought about this kind of thing before. The redhead smiled back at her friend, “Daisy? Do I look like a Daisy? Eliza and Daisy.”

“Hold on. That definitely sounds very much like a full masterplan going on. I think that’s too detailed but it’s a good plan nevertheless.” Flo crossed her arms ad smiled. It definitely sounded like something from an action movie. “You kind of do, Daisy.” The girl winked at her friend.

Asher smiled, still wiping of excess sweat on her forehead. “It’s a work in progress but hey, thanks.” she replied. “Maybe one day you could join me up here. Trust me, it’s a lot more fun than watching.”

“Your welcome,” she said, a slight smile was present on her cheek. “I wish I could join you. It looks very fun but I don’t think I could. Mind to teach me?”

“I don’t know if I’m game enough  to leave through the front door, what can I say? But hey, we’d be like the Modern day Thelma and Louise, but you can be Eliza and I’ll be..” Annaleise stopped, pressing a finger to her lips as she hummed, “I have no fucking clue who I’d be.”

“So much for being undercover that we shouldn’t leave through the front door, huh? I’m Eliza and you can be Alycia or any other mainstream name like... Daisy?” The ear to ear grin visible on her face.

“Sucks for you. But I can’t help you unless you solve my riddle. I don’t make the rules here, I just enforce them,” Gage shrugged nonchalantly, acting as if he were looking at his nails absentmindedly, although he physically couldn’t because of the alcohol taped to his hands.

“Weirdo,” she called him out. Eyeing the tall man from head to toe as she was already too annoyed. “I hate riddles and can we just not do something else? Something quick that wouldn’t take much time.”

“Yes, we were framed, of course!” Annaleise exclaimed, softly giggling after copying Flo’s remark. Of course, the two had already decided that they had this under control, regardless of it’s fake situation status. The redhead gently lent into her friend before looking up at her, “We need disguises so when we bolt to the safe place, they won’t know it’s us. And maaaaaaybe need to jump the back fence. Just maybe.”

“A fence? Really?” Florence laughed at her roommate. “That is just the worst idea ever! Okay from now on don’t ever call me Flo, call me Eliza. And from now on you’re not Annaleise anymore. Pick a random name. Quick! Before they discover that it’s us!”

“I’m fucking terrified, I did nothing. I am so damn boring like  they’re probably gonna come arrest me for that. I mean, they better not…” Annaleise said as her eyes grew bigger, finding it easy to just shrug the thought off afterwards after hearing some reassurance. Annaleise then suddenly stopped, gasping slowly, “Flo… oh god… what if they found out somehow that I was talking about that dead body and it’s under my bed and… go hide, I’ve got this. Gotta burn my shirt, gotta burn my room.” 

“Oh my god you fucking troll.” A laugh escaped her lips. For a second she thought that her roommate was having a breakdown around here. Her happy smile slowly fade away as she take her friend’s hand. “We got this. We’ve talked this over. We’re gonna do this together. We should leave now before they suspect us. We could later go and tell our lawyers that someone had framed us!”

“Not really,” she lied, not wanting to look like a fool. An eyebrow was raised at the other girl. “I was just talking to myself.”

“Like, you know that I don’t do anything too bad, right? I’m totally just freaking out for no reason.. right?” Annaleise spoke quite quickly as she peered over her shoulder, to which she could swear on her life that their eyes were still on her, “Tell me i’m not crazy, Flo.”

“Look, the worst thing you can do is hurt a bug or ruin a painting. There’s no way that the will catch you.” Flo told the redhead, eyes peeking the cops for a bit. “Now, let’s grab a drink, okay?”

Flo would have lied if she said that she wasn’t enjoying watching the other girl exercise. It sparked something inside her -- some sore of motivation to train to be better. “Not much.” Her eyes travel to the edge of the room. “Your punches look good. Like very strong punches.”