(( She’s 5’10” 😭 idk what I was thinking

curiosity, angling her head slightly towards him while leaning her elbows along her thighs as she pays attention.

His final words make Fey laugh and she nods along with understanding, ❝ I relate to that very much. I was once part of a group of art lovers, working on commission and such .. very dull. Yes, even duller than what I do now~

Do you have any hidden talents, by chance? ❞ Fey asks out of more —>

Fey nods as she listens to Nick, her thumbs gently stroking the cup of tea absentmindedly.

❝ That’s understandable, even if it can produce the feeling of loneliness or isolation hmm? Thankfully it seems none of that has stopped you chasing your goals; this line of work must really suit you. ❞

child - to be smothered, so to say, or to be left to one's own devices. I certainly got into all sorts of trouble because of a hands-off approach to parenting, perhaps yours were worried you would mix with the wrong crowd? ❞

❝ Ah- I appreciate you saying so, but with all due respect you were not ..'raised' by her. ❞ She could barely call it that, even, ❝ But thankfully I do have my father. He did his best with two girls. ❞

A tilt of her head follows as she switches focus to Nick, ❝ I wonder which is better for a ––>

must say, ❞ her own mother's death hadn't ever brought her sadness, which to most people is unthinkable, but perhaps if they had been brought up with her absence they might understand. Who knows. A soft smile graces her lips to reassure Nick that she's fine touching on the subject.

her nose at the memory of the stench, ❝ It is highly unpleasant, truth be told... but she believes quite strongly in it, and our father encourages individuality. It is definitely something she got from our mother, though - quite the hippie when she was alive; a useless parent figure, though, one ––>

at home with our father since she is still a teenager - barely, ❞ She smiles fondly, although their upbringing had been wrought with stark personality differences, ❝ Mostly she spends her time ...believing she's a witch, the traditional kind who uses burning sage around the house, ❝ Fey wrinkles ––>

The first comment brings out a chuckle again from Fey - Nick was probably more entertaining than he'd give himself credit for, is the impression she gets from him. She sips the tea and allows the warmth to surround her very bones, chilled from the dampness as they were.

❝ Oh, no she still lives ––>

better conversation partners - she happens to love monster movies and some classic horror movies, too, I think she still has posters up of some niche ones you have probably heard of. Personally a good mystery or psychological thriller is my perfect evening. ❞ Very trite, she thinks to herself.

That’s the thing with trends — something considered uncool once upon a time may suddenly become hip and relevant, even revered. Fey’s head tilts slightly as she listens to him, a warm smile curving her lips at the mention of monster movies, ❝ Ah, you and my little sister would quite possibly be —>

❝ And how amusing that you would be the link between us: a man who could not care less about either design or art, ❞ Fey laughs heartily, remembering the boredom struck look on Nick’s face in the art gallery. ❝ So, in that vein, what 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 interest you? ❞

the hot liquid, seemingly unfazed by the heat of it, ❝ Ah, she has good taste. ❞ After all, there are clear touches of a woman’s taste here in the office.

Fey’s eyes positively light up when she sees the tea — what can’t be cured with some tea? Reaching for her cup, she cradles it in both hands and nods to Nick, ❝ I am, thankfully.. you have impeccable timing, don’t you? ❞ A gentle chuckle comes from the woman, and then she nods after sipping some —>

the waiting area, she makes herself comfortable as she can with clothes that are clinging to her very damp skin. The place is quaint but reminds her of the ones you might see in old school detective films, which actually makes her smile fondly.

❝ Thanks. This is a nice place. ❞

Fey appreciates that chivalry isn’t dead, and perhaps this distraction was what she needed considering the job had gone awry.

Once at the investigations office, the woman from Icicle smiles and firstly ties up her hair to prevent too many rogue drips. Moving to the sofa in what she assumes is —>

lying to a civilian like this, and whilst it is mostly self-serving that she doesn’t reveal her secrets it also acts as protection for the civilian, too. No need to get them dragged into the sordid underworld, is there?

❝ One must admit, there has a growing curiosity to see your office. ❞

up; if there’s one thing she loves more than anything else it’s a good brew.

❝ Thank you, I can’t say no to an offer like that. ❞ Little does Nick know, of course, is that she’s plenty armed enough with hidden knives. For the first time in a while she feels the pang of guilt that arises when —>