#i had to get iron infusions because of my severely low iron and i'm saying that's helping my brain BRAIN but i'm not saying it's not helpin

[deathtodickens]

Pete: Shameful.

Helena: Say another word, Peter.

Pete: I have four for you: Full. Of. Shame. Wait...

Helena: Everyday he finds new and exciting ways to annoy me.

Myka: I told you to think long and hard about it before you ever came back.

Helena: Let's just say I had my reason and leave it at that.

Pete, laughing: Long and hard.

Claudia: Can we not encourage him so early in the morning. I'd like to be able to keep my breakfast down today.

Pete: H.G. is the one who keeps setting her room on fire, like we don't already know she never sleeps in there anyway.

Myka: Whatever you think you know, you don't.

Pete: Mykes, even if the walls weren't as thin as they are, you have broken the Univille noise ordinance every single night since that woman has been back.

Abigail appears.

Myka: I swear to god, Pete.

Steve: Every single night.

Claudia: The walls are so very thin.

Abigail: And the warehouse echoes.

Abigail pats Myka's and Helena's heads, then reaches for a bagel.

Myka: Abigail!

Abigail: What? I thought we were sharing.

Myka: Helena?

Helena: I take it as quite the compliment, actually.

Helena proudly sips her coffee.

Myka: Oh my god. Goodbye to all of you and especially you, person who is definitely not sleeping in my room tonight.

Myka leaves, glaring at Helena.

Helena: What did I do?

Abigail sits in Myka's chair.

Pete: Think you burned your room down a little too soon this time.

Abigail: Nonsense. She just did it for the chase.

Everyone looks at Helena.

Abigail: Are you not going to chase her?

Helena: As though I am some desperate scoundrel who so longs for intimacy that I'd allow myself to be lured in by acts of emotional manipulation?

Claudia: Right, no. Of course not. You? Hah!

Steve: That's definitely not a lie. Sarcasm font.

Claudia: Don't say sarcasm font.

Steve: Why not? It's funny.

Claudia: We all know it's sarcasm.

Abigail: Your loss, boss.

Pete: Shameful.

Everyone goes back to what they were doing.

Helena taps her fingers against the wood of the table nervously.

Helena: For the record.

Helena stands.

Helena: I dislike all of you.

Helena leaves.

Steve: She was definitely not lying that time.

Claudia: Ah, she'll get over it as soon as she sees Myka's gorgeous greens.

Abigail: If anybody's curious to know, the floor here is also thin.

Pete: Swabs in, ma'boys.

Everyone reaches into their pockets and pulls out ear buds, ear plugs and cotton swabs. Shoves those into their ears. And returns to their breakfast.

Their newspapers.

Their minding of ones own business.

#bering and wells #warehouse 13 #dickens draws #i need to spend less time doom scrolling on twitter #also more time getting my little stress relieving hobbies in order because wooooooo boy the stress is really stressin ya friend #in good news i've written two chapters of ages and only have one left before i can finally move on to the next era of ages #i had to get iron infusions because of my severely low iron and i'm saying that's helping my brain BRAIN but i'm not saying it's not helpin #still waiting to get my car back though #rip skelena