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Maeve couldn't help but scoff - a genuine reaction, given the fact that he would turn somebody in just on the basis that they looked like someone wanted. "What the fuck is wrong with you, you selfish-!"

At the command, she scowled and bolted, looking around as she sped down the hall before glancing back and rounding a corner.

I should've just became a guard, dammit! She thought, pausing as she saw a tiny flash of colour from the corner of her eye before approaching it.

Her expression softened as she bent down to pick up the item - a feather from a peacock, and a short one at that.

Princess Solána’s gift to Dahlia. Maeve thought as she gently ran her finger on the side of the feather, carefully pocketing it before starting to explore the halls again with a determined expression. I have to get her off this damn ship before one of us gets hurt; I can’t leave her with that asshole of a captain.

Dahlia looked up at Ray, brow furrowed in concern before perking up. "Oh, good!" She exclaimed, grinning again before starting to follow him.

FOUR ARTWORKS THAT REPRESENT YOUR MUSE: Cyril

1. By Paul Richmond 2.By Edward Hopper 3. By Salvador Dali 4. By Lindsey Kustusch

✥ - Popping a button on their shirt, showing their chest/a bit of cleavage

Maeve couldn’t help but whine a little at the heat, wiping at her forehead with the back of her hand before exhaling and looking around the building, feeling bad for everyone else in the building.

As per usual she’d come to the agency to visit Cyril after her own job - given, they had to close early due to the AC refusing to work... but it was still after hours.

And Maeve was glad she decided against picking Dahlia up early.

Malory should take some notes... I hope she’s the one behind this, anyway. Maeve thought, pausing to knock at the door and say, “Babe, ‘s me!” before walking in.

She set her purse down when she had the chance, face flushed as she said, “Lemme take a guess, Krieger’s up to one of his stupid, wacky ass experiments, and that caused this place to become a sauna...?” before reaching for her shirt, unbuttoning the top button in a chance to get some relief.