Chillaxing to the music.

<font color='#000000'>Once more, Okkie stood, the aluminum bag crinkling noisily in her hands. She moved swiftly towards her desk, where a laptop was open on the desktop. The little machine whirred into life when she pressed a button, and the female used a single hand to flip through some screens with the keyboard mouse. Finally, she landed on her destination, and her tail whisked as she turned around to smile at Tem.

“Everything I know, that I was conscious for, is documented here, up until a certain point.” A caramel digit pointed to the white screen bejeweled with thousands of tiny, printed letters. Her hand then flew back to the keyboard, hit a key, and the screen went black once more, the laptop sputtering and becoming silent. “Unfortunately, I cannot show you. A spy never shows her secrets to strangers. And we are, after all, still strangers.”

She padded back towards Tem, the bag of chips in her hand. But this she tossed on the floor besides the other female, and Okkie then wiped her greasy fingertips on her pants. Her headphones still thrummed quietly, like her pulse, just beneath her lobes, as she stood there, hovering in the middle of the dormitory, seemingly uncertain.

“As for assistance. It’s not a hard task. It’s an impossible one. There are so many unanswered questions in my life, and they can’t be answered by anyone but myself.” She'd been staring, her icy blue eyes locked in midair, but now she peered directly into Tem's slick eyes. “You don’t sound odd by saying you feel a connection. Many tell me that they feel some sort of bond with me, like they knew me, once, when the skies were young and pink. But only one really, truly knows me, shares a part of me,” Okkie said, the last part just a whisper only she could hear.</font>

 

<font color='#000000'>Okkie blinked slowly as Tem stood, watched her with careful, sluggish eyes as the other femme reacted sourly to her statements. It surprised the banded pendragon that her guest felt offended, that hadn’t been her aim. Oh well, Okkie thought, shrugging as she watched Tem storm towards the door. Touchy, she is, and she may be leaving now. But I’m sure she’ll be back again someday. Just like Frosty the Snowman.

“You might want to be careful on your way out, stranger. There was DMSO slathered on those potato chips. It will open your pores, make foreign substances easy to sink into your flesh, into your bloodstream. You never know whether I, or anyone else in the wing, has painted their doorknobs with poison.”

With that, she waved. Dismissing Tem for now, ignoring Tem’s waxing grin and her enigmatic farewell. Okkie then crossed the room and stretched on her bed, putting the headphones back to her lobes, putting her night back towards the music…</font>