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[justice_from_above]

Who| Fareeha and You!
What| Post mission chillaxing
Where| Little Cairo Coffee Shop in Fareeha's habitation region
When| Post To Have And To Hold mission
Warnings/Notes| n\a

Fareeha had been left with a few things to think about, in light of her mission with Junkrat and a later conversation with Jack. She's inundated with conflicting emotions, none of them strong enough to rule out their resisting counterpart, but enough that there's a constant muzz in her head that she's trying to feel out. She had enjoyed her time with Junkrat, but should she have? Is she letting her guard down too much? But, she's never felt quite so at ease with herself in a long while. The mission itself offered some moral hesitance, and while she went through with it in the end, she wondered what that meant about the stability of her own morals, and what Legion might hold for her in the future.

She's not quite hiding, but she's spending a bit more time at the coffee house in her habitat than on the Legion ship. Feel free to hit her up for a conversation or a free coffee or tea (or milk tea boba, the newest item on the menu!).

Comments

[agnominal]

The kitten seems quite content in her pocket, as though she's used to riding in one. Just outside the shop, however, Fareeha would find the owner of her very favorite pocket.

It's fairly obvious he's looking for something. Heavy brow furrowed, his eyes dart across the nearby surroundings, his head tilting to check behind boxes and crates, any nook or cranny he could find.

He knew she'd wandered off in this direction. It was foolish to be worried without any real danger posed to her here, and yet. There's a definite air about him.

[justice_from_above]

Oh, yeah, that's pretty obvious. Fareeha stands and watches him for a moment, slipping her hands into get pockets and idly stroking the kitten's cheek.

"Can I help you did something?"

Best not to assume.

[agnominal]

His gaze moves towards her, seemingly with the intent to move away soon after. Then, he spots what she has in her hands and frowns heavily.

With a muted huff, he turns to start making his way closer, nodding towards the kitten. "She is not taking to leash-training well. Washington was overly-optimistic in his assessment of the task. As usual."

[justice_from_above]

"I wasn't aware leash-training was something you could do with a cat."

She has very little experience with animals herself, although she's a little slow to hand the kitten back. She'll bring her up to her face to rub noses before relinquishing her.

[agnominal]

"Nor was I. Nor is she."

Here, he gives Luna an exasperated look before gathering her up with one massive hand. The kitten sits cradled within, and once brought close enough promptly clambers onto his shoulder to rub against his ear.

[justice_from_above]

She relinquishes the kitten easier enough, but it's hard; she's so cute and soft. It is, however, almost worth it watching the tiny little thing nuzzle up to the big scarred brute.

"What's her name?"

[agnominal]

"Luna."

Her ears flick at the mention of her name, and she squints her eyes, pleased. Very faintly, Locus's mouth can be seen creasing upwards, before it quickly falls away again. His focus instead returns to the woman Luna had sought out.

She appears enamored. That's common. The cat has considerably more charisma than he could ever dream of.

"Have you thought about acquiring one for yourself?"

[justice_from_above]

"Me? No, I don't think I have the time or training for a pet."

But she's looking at Luna, and reaching out to rub her cheek. Yes, she had been prepared to take care of the little floof if she hadn't found an owner. "To be honest I wouldn't know where to begin."