Just looking over our maps to figure out our best routes. Stealthing through suburbia is kind of a nightmare, honestly? In more rural areas, there's at least paths through forests or swamps or whatever you can hide in, and in the really urban areas, there's plenty of buildings and dumpsters and shit, but here? It's just empty roads. By design, I'm assuming. But luckily everyone here has some weird affection for shrubbery, so I've actually been working on adding more branches to the shrubs a little bit every day, and nobody's noticed yet. I've just been noting every area I've been working on, [ Riz says, cheerfully rambling as they head upstairs. As Gorgug's well aware, once Riz gets to talking about this sort of thing, it takes a concerted effort to shut up -- but with his friends, he knows he doesn't need to shut up. They're happy to listen.
Or, well, they're happy to let him talk. The listening part is a completely different story, depending on who he's talking to and how long their attention spans are (he is vaguely aware that Kristen has wandered out in the middle of his talking more than once because she'd managed to make it fade so effectively into background noise), but he's just happy to have a body to talk to.
He continues rambling until they're safely in his bedroom. It's likely identical to Gorgug's own, save for the fact that instead of moving in tinkering tools, he's pushed every single piece of furniture to one wall in order to make more room for his clueboards, three cups of days-old coffee still on his desk, as well as what appears to be a couple plates of untouched food (toast, mainly) that his housemates had helpfully shoved at him. He'd meant to eat them. He really did. He just forgot. ]
It's cool, though. I'm pretty much done with that part. [ He glances at the map with a sense of satisfaction. ] It's nice having an actual mission instead of just going to that stupid school.
[ He's still going to that stupid school, incidentally. It's just to evade notice as an undercover mission instead of whole-heartedly attending, which has made a world of difference. He's not a student! He's a spy. ]
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Or, well, they're happy to let him talk. The listening part is a completely different story, depending on who he's talking to and how long their attention spans are (he is vaguely aware that Kristen has wandered out in the middle of his talking more than once because she'd managed to make it fade so effectively into background noise), but he's just happy to have a body to talk to.
He continues rambling until they're safely in his bedroom. It's likely identical to Gorgug's own, save for the fact that instead of moving in tinkering tools, he's pushed every single piece of furniture to one wall in order to make more room for his clueboards, three cups of days-old coffee still on his desk, as well as what appears to be a couple plates of untouched food (toast, mainly) that his housemates had helpfully shoved at him. He'd meant to eat them. He really did. He just forgot. ]
It's cool, though. I'm pretty much done with that part. [ He glances at the map with a sense of satisfaction. ] It's nice having an actual mission instead of just going to that stupid school.
[ He's still going to that stupid school, incidentally. It's just to evade notice as an undercover mission instead of whole-heartedly attending, which has made a world of difference. He's not a student! He's a spy. ]