Who: Lucy Stillman, Rebecca Crane, Desmond Miles and Shaun Hasting (Modern Day Assassin FTW)
What: Time to regroup! And make sure Shaun doesn't get killed. And that Becca is not fangirling too much. And that Desmond is still sane. So much work to do!
Where: House no 5, fourth floor, living room
When: Mid-morning
Warnings: None for now, will be
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So instead he decided to release the majority of his ire on Desmond, because that was normal and frankly, contained the least possibility of physical harm, ironically enough.
"I know you just didn't insult my dedication to my job Desmond, because if you had I would be forced to point out that just because you have the ability jump around like a some kind of mutated tree frog you also have the mental deficiencies of one and that just wouldn't be a very nice thing to say, now would it!"
Simmering with negative feelings and crossing his arms to further display his prickly opinions of everything being said around him Lucy's 5am wake up call didn't help and he accidentally bit his tongue in his haste to loudly object. It gave Desmond the time to whine and not wanting to particularly appear more childish than Desmond Shaun huffed on a breath, glaring briefly at Rebecca for good measure.
"Tea! There will have to be tea," he muttered waspishly.
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Unfortunately, she seemed to tune out at that point, only really getting 'tree frog' from Shaun's little rant -- probably because she'd heard him snap at Desmond so many times she simply knew when to stop listening. "I like tree frogs. They're pretty. And usually poisonous."
Uncertain whether or not Lucy was actually kidding, she simply shrugged. Mornings didn't really bother her, especially if the promised coffee would be there. "Whatever works."
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Desmond's outburst at her suggested time for training nearly made her laugh, but the thought quickly died as she realized all three of them hadn't picked up on her teasing. Was she really that bad at humor or that terrifying to have them so easily believe that she could call a training time at five?
Debating between being offended or brushing the whole incident off, Lucy raised an eyebrow slowly:
"Geez, guys, nice to see some motivation between all of you three. And I was joking with the five a.m. wake up call. Still, we shouldn't run on the rooftops too late in the day if we still want to keep our cover for a while. So let's say seven? You can all go back to sleep afterward if it's too early for you."
She then turned to their historian: "If you don't want to run with us, can you at least work on your hand-to-hand combat skills? Either Rebecca or me can help you with that if you want." She wouldn't force Shaun to climb if he didn't wanted to, but she would feel a bit more reassured if the man could defend himself better. Though she wasn't about to let him know that she did worry about him at times.
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