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[Ok, so ... Neo had a little problem. No, strike that. She had a major problem. She was currently perched on top of a bench, glaring at the ground as if it had wronged her. She scowled down and glared at the ground before typing her message.]

First of all, I would like to just say that everyone needs to be careful about learning things.
There are things that perhaps, maybe just maybe, you don't need to learn and you're better off not knowing.
And on that subject, I am really and firmly starting to believe we should burn all books.

No, I'm serious. We absolutely need to burn every book in the city of Trench right now.
And if any of you mother fuckers understands why I'm currently freaking out, sucks to be you too.
Because I'm pretty sure it's happening again and I could really use a little help.

I'm currently hanging out in a tree in Prufrock and could use an assist.
Also, Maul? I mean it. You see a book titled Buried, just fucking burn that bad boy before you get the urge.
We do NOT need to repeat the shit that we had happen last time.

I hate reading.

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[He laughs.]

Fun! Where do you wanna go?

[She tapped her omni a couple times before the display came up to a location in Gaze. There was some distance involved, but honestly? The first place she could really think about was getting to her home.

Even Sapphora would have to close, and she didn't know how long she was going to be like this.]

[Michael turns to peer at the map.]

Yeah, okay, that's not too far. It really is much faster flying - gets you past all the stupid curvy streets here.

[So much faster. She grinned and nodded, gesturing and patting him thankfully on the back. Gaze was a maze of its own, but she could parkour her way around it if it came down to it. Still, getting back to her apartment would be.

... honestly she needed a rest today.]

It's no problem.

[Michael smiles, leaning back against the spot between his Omen's shoulders. It's gliding now, so the trip is actually pretty smooth.]

Just relax, we won't let you fall off.

[She did hold on a little tightly. Look, the fact was that flying wasn't exactly her forte and once, a long time ago, flying had definitely not gone well for her. Still, she trusted Michael, and flying was a lot better than the ground. So they'd be there soon enough hopefully.

And gliding was a lot less hair raising than flying on a crazy harpy having fun.]

[Indeed, it doesn't take too long to get there! The Omen opts to just land on the roof, rather than hover or do circles around; despite its size, it's not really heavy enough for this to be an issue.]

Ah, here we go. What's the plan? You going in through a window?

The plan is to make sure I can stand on a roof first.

[She hopped down with her umbrella at the ready. Her toe started to sink and she grabbed hold of a lip of the roof, pulling herself quickly over and flopping onto it as nimbly as she was able, sitting at the edge, not far from the fire escape.]

Ok, so apparently it's floors and ground.
I should be able to get in through a window, but would you mind unlocking mine?
I can give you my keys.

[She held her set up and jangled them for him.]

Sure!

[He holds up his hand - toss them! Once she does, the Omen will flap down to the ground. Michael's pretty durable, but there's no reason for him to go jumping off a roof if it's not necessary. He'll just...go and find her room?]

[She tossed him the keys and let him get started on that, gesturing to make sure he knew the apartment number. Nimbly, in the meantime, she made her way down using the fire escape to her window and sat on the lip of the metal grates there, waiting to see him.

For as much trouble as this was? She was still managing something of a smile.]

[And after a couple minutes, Michael appears to open the window!]

Ah, fire escapes. Very fun aesthetic.

[because like that's what they're for, right?]

[Well, they were usually for getting out than getting in... but it worked! She flipped up and hopped onto the lip of the windowsill as soon as it was open, grinning over at him and giving him a thumbs up.]

Now I just have to floor is lava over to my couch.
That's the easy part.

I can throw you?

[Or he could just lift her like a normal person, but have you considered throwing???]

Oooooh, you could definitely throw me.
I'm really good at landing on my feet after all, and it's not like I can't clean the apartment up.
Go on, do it. Let's see that throwing arm!

[...don't enable him, Neo.]

Great! Let's do it!

Michael...will pick her up and chuck her overhanded at the couch...]

[And she? She would sommersault mid throw and land right on the couch, causing it to collapse back as she landed on it. Her foot grazed the floor but pulled away before it could suck her in. Bringing that foot up and planting it on the font of the couch, she leveraged her weight and caused it to tip back forward, landing hard.

Bowing from where she stood precariously, she grinned and then flopped down on the poor furniture. Thankfully the springs did not break.]

And here we are!
Good thing I buy good furniture, isn't it?

[Michael laughs, coming over to plop down on the couch next to her.]

What's the point in furniture that can't take a few people being thrown at it?

[She gave him a thumbs up as she casually took a relaxed seat, finally feeling like herself.]

In my life, if it can't take at least the punishment of a deranged five year old?
It won't survive for very long.

[...which was weirdly accurate considering that at 5 she'd been an unholy terror to the furniture with her 'imaginary friend.']

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