some people have problems.
So maybe - maybe - this isn't one of her more brilliant moments, or at least... one of her more mature and proud moments. And maybe - maybe - she's not entirely sober when it comes to actually considering this, but she had actively went out and gotten this goddamn costume, and someone was going to fucking wear it, and a few vodka and cranberries later, Faye is pretty sure that the someone in question is going to be her.
For a while she considers just sitting on the stairs and waiting for Frederick to find her, then she thinks about jumping out of a closet or from behind a door but doesn't want to cause any potential heart attacks, since she does look like a crazy person. Instead, she just settles for hopping up on the kitchen counter. Folding her legs. Hands in her lap. In a Spider-Man costume. Waiting.
If anyone ever could see her now...
For a while she considers just sitting on the stairs and waiting for Frederick to find her, then she thinks about jumping out of a closet or from behind a door but doesn't want to cause any potential heart attacks, since she does look like a crazy person. Instead, she just settles for hopping up on the kitchen counter. Folding her legs. Hands in her lap. In a Spider-Man costume. Waiting.
If anyone ever could see her now...