❛ Mar, I wanna show you something. ❜    Harry gently grips Marley by her shoulders, steering her into the research station and guiding her up to the table. He can barely contain the excitement in his voice as he stops them in front of an area full of plastic bottles and containers. To the side of the plastic waste is a vial of liquid. Gingerly, Harry hands plastic goggles and gloves to Marley and proceeds to put his own on as well. 

Once they’re protected, Harry prepares a dropper full of the liquid and places it in Marley’s hand. He guides her, of course, taking her hand and moving it over one of the plastic bottles. With his fingers, he squeezes Marley’s forefinger and thumb together over the dropper, causing a tiny drop of the liquid to emerge and fall onto the bottle. The plastic the liquid lands on completely dissolves. 

❛ Yeah, clearly. ❜    He speaks to her in a low voice as the two are placed into handcuffs. They had been given the usual spiel, and the two ‘officers’ stepped away from them for a moment to discuss .. whatever the hell their actual plans were. The two had put together that whoever these people were, they were not officers of the law -- and they had to hatch an escape plan. Quickly.    

There are a few moments of silent contemplation on Brock’s end, and he stares down at the cuffs around his wrists.   ❛ You know what? We could use that. ❜    

You’re running out of time, Brock.       One of their captors has turned around and started to make his way back towards them, and Brock quickly turns his head towards Marley. When he speaks, he barely moves his lips.   

❛ I need you to be as distracting as possible. Shouldn’t be too hard for you. ❜

Okay. Maybe not the best way to say that.

soft angst—☼