“ what a beautiful day to die. “ you know what, @ ada from mr. joseph oda :)
the deeper their descent went, the worse the stench became. she had done her best to seem unfazed, but it was no longer all hands on deck; leon, joseph's trainee, had to fall behind. gunshots to the shoulder are a nasty endeavor. that left her with oda, who, while still much too well-intentioned for someone in his line of work, asked the most questions between him and the rookie. a splinter she can't shake off, and if she could, still wouldn't. he has been useful, and she wants to play her cards right.
not to mention . . . well, there's things ada wong won't admit. namely, a brewing guilt. these things came with a cost, and he had been willing to accompany her into the depths of the mission, pleasant small talk and all. it makes her huff, thinking about it all. especially because she's giving him a hand; a particularly bad encounter had snatched the glasses from his face, and now here she was, flashlight moving around the tight hall.
“ pity parties don't suit you, mr. oda, ” ada remarks, though she sounds absent. her mind is more concerned in picking up some kind of glare from the glasses. anything. they should be near. though the same could be said for more undead. “ if it makes you feel better, i didn't hear a crack. so do mind your step. you wouldn't want to be the one to miss a step and break them, would you ? ” the brief glance she gives him lasts little, the front of her heel gently hitting something in a (lucky) light tap. ah. “ so, ” she begins, pinching the glasses from the bridge and inspecting them with her light. “ the damage isn't too bad, ” and she puts them on. cracked, as expected. “ usable, but a little distracting. it's up to you now, ” her hands pluck them off from her face and, gently, onto his own. “ it's not too late to go back where leon is and wait with him. your pick⸺ ”
a familiar, heavy thud makes the infrastructure tremble, cutting her sentence short. a wall had been broken through. there’s only one monster she has met who possessed that presence.
ada sweats cold for once.
god damn it, she murmurs. “ never mind. times up, joseph. ” his name comes out of her mouth thoughtlessly. “ look alive, someone’s coming. ”
iamamiwhoami sentences. ♡ * accepting !
