Wherever you go, there you are [voicetesting]

[bothbarrels]

[ On the run. It was a phrase with certain connotations that North didn't necessarily like. It implied a sense of illegality, a sort of illicitness that he didn't enjoy thinking about. It wasn't him and South that had done wrong; it was the Director. But here they were, stuck with the consequences.

It had been nearly six months now. Six months on the run on a tidally-locked planet with barely even any cities to hide out in. Most of the facilities on the planet were sim bases, which were affiliated with the Project, and they mostly avoided those.

On this particular night, North and Theta had managed to hack someone's bank account and pay for a night in a hotel. It had been a while—quite a while—since they'd had one of those. North came out from the lobby and motioned to South to follow him to the door of the room they had gotten. ]

First dibs on the shower.

[ He says it with an easy geniality, as if they aren't on the run, aren't stealing other people's money to survive, aren't suffering from all the stress and tension that they have been allt his time. ]

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[ownperson]

[ South snorts and rolls her eyes. ]

You didn't have to invoke dibs, dipshit; you stink. Sooner you get under the water the better for the both of us.

[ Not that she's much better herself. She never thought she'd say it but she actually misses the Invention's crappy showers; turns out life on the run give even her a new appreciation for the little things.

She jabs her elbow into North's side as she follows him to the room, walking just a beat faster. A single step ahead at all times. ]

Y'reckon there'll be some shitty clippers or something? Y'know, like they sometimes put those crappy hairdryers in hotel rooms. I feel like I'm wearing a fucking mop on my head. I'd take a full buzz over this.

[ That's another problem with being on the run for almost six goddamn months: grooming. South doesn't remember the last time she let her hair grow out this much.

Some fresh dye would be nice too, might make her feel more like herself and less like a shadow at North's heels, but she doesn't linger on that thought long. You don't find random hair dye in a hotel room and you don't get to ask the twin brother you're monitoring for the Project that fucked you both over to spend stolen money on it, either. ]