//ikr I’m amazing (she said sarcastically)
:P
Anya reorganized her room for the eighth tine since she’d gotten there— she always did, when she needed to look busy. Her room was devoid of any personal touches, as she figured she’d be leaving soon enough, wether on her own or forcibly.
//idk what to write
(Lol.)
Spencer had reached her door and now stood before it. Should he knock? No, probably not. She wouldn't want to see him… Would she?
Without realizing he was doing it, he knocked.
Anya sighed. Maybe she was crazy, but she opened the door. “I would say ‘come in’, but my place is a mess.”
Spencer nodded slowly. He didn't even know why he was here, much less what he was supposed to say.
"I'm sorry for talking to you that way," he mumbled, crossing his arms.
“No worries,” Anya laughed, trying to lighten the mood. “Everyone always objectifies women, you know? I’ve gotta fight back as best as I can.”
A smile quirked a corner of Spencer's lip upwards.
"Yeah, they do. And I've seen you train, you're good, people shouldn't take you for granted."
“Well, I appreciate it,” Anya said. “And— I don’t know if this was your goal— but I am slightly more inclined to help you now.”
"Honestly, I didn't have a goal," Spencer said with an awkward laugh.
“Gotcha,” Anya nodded. “Well, when do we leave?”
Spencer clicked his tongue and checked his watch.
"Two hours."
“See you then,” Anya said, no trace of reaction crossing her face. “The usual hidden exit, I presume?”
"Yeah, I'll meet you there," Spencer said with a nod and half grin.
“Good.” Anya closed the door.
She turned around and walked over to her ratty couch, sitting down. “That was cold,” she muttered to herself. “I know I know him… but how…”
Spencer nodded at the closed door before heading back to his bed.
(Tttttime skip!!!)
//yeet :D
(Wow, I love how that's all you said. Lol.)
Spencer stood at the door two hours later. He checked his watch, waiting for Anya.
//ikr I’m amazing :P
Anya opened the door and stepped outside, not perturbed by Spencer’s presence in the slightest. “Ready to go, Attwood?”
(Yup, you are! :P)
"Would I be here if I wasn't?" Spencer asked with a raised eyebrow.
//:D
“Have you ever heard of a rhetorical question?” Anya smirked, breezing past him.
"Obviously I have, otherwise I wouldn't have just asked one," Spencer chuckled, following her out the door.
Anya shook her head. “Nobody purposefully asks a rhetorical question.”
"They totally do!" Spencer argued.
“You are only saying that because you unintentionally asked one, and you refuse to admit it,” Anya said.
"No, I'm not," Spencer laughed. "This conversation isn't going anywhere…"
“That is correct,” Anya nodded. “However, the car we are currently getting into is going somewhere.” Because the writer is great at making characters move.