I think suicide is crazy, no matter what world you're in- or the size of its rats.
[Rhys shoots back, because someone has to be the rational person in this working relationship, and if it's not going to be Fiona, then Rhys will pick up that mantle and definitely not immediately fuck it up.
But he does what she asks anyway, because, again, Fiona would definitely die first in this scenario. Rhys grabs at her ankles then, straightening up a little so he can get a better grip, his robotic arm wrapping firmly around one of her calves. Holding onto stuff is something that he's definitely good at- innuendo not intended, but he's got a strong grip.]
Just- hurry up, alright?
[Hopefully Fiona won't get her face chewed off. That would kind of sour this reunion.]
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[Rhys shoots back, because someone has to be the rational person in this working relationship, and if it's not going to be Fiona, then Rhys will pick up that mantle and definitely not immediately fuck it up.
But he does what she asks anyway, because, again, Fiona would definitely die first in this scenario. Rhys grabs at her ankles then, straightening up a little so he can get a better grip, his robotic arm wrapping firmly around one of her calves. Holding onto stuff is something that he's definitely good at- innuendo not intended, but he's got a strong grip.]
Just- hurry up, alright?
[Hopefully Fiona won't get her face chewed off. That would kind of sour this reunion.]