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The little heart to heart with Rey a few warehouses down had done Summer some good, but now she was heading over to Barry's, again, not just to check in on him and torment him with the fact that she'd put fish in cupcakes and mod the ever-living crap out of him, but also to check in on the communicators, to review the data, to see if there'd been any more blips or anything else to suggest that something was finally coming through or some sign of a dimension break or something, and she definitely had a moment, sighing, before she walk through that door where she muttered out to herself, "Why do I even fucking bother?"
But she did, because like Rey had said, people just get to you sometimes, and there were a lot of people involved in this, and right now it was driving her fucking crazy, but she did care. So she swept in, went about her modding business in pestering and interrupting her boyfriend for a while before getting back to her own work. Slipping into the soundbox where all the recorders were playing their messages out to over a two dozen communicators in the hopes that something might manage to get through. And while she checked over all the scans and details, loud and obnoxious and repeated over and over in tenfold:
This is Liz - I love you so much and I would give anything to be able to be with you again, I just wish I could be with you right now.
"Anything," Summer felt that rage coming back to her as she scoffed, shaking her head as she finished checking one printout and then moved to the other, all of them reading the same goddamn thing, over and over again, just screaming out into the void. "Yeah, right. Apparently anything except hot new mister man....right, Liz?"
She finished with the last read out, considered the row of flashing communicators going no where, considering all the hard word she'd been pouring into this, and yet, somehow, expecting someone to just chill the fuck out for a little bit was too much too much to ask on their end.
She sighed, took another moment to consider, and then, meticulously, carefully, pointedly switched all of Liz's messages over to Goose's.
Sure, yeah, there was a gazillion to one chance that any of these messages were going to go through, anyway. But to Summer, that was all the more reason that, if they did get through, at least no one was being fucking lied to.
Prompto deserved better.
And she was probably doing him a favor, at this point.
With that, once they were all switched over, Summer slipped out of the soundbox and went to go flop on the couch, feet up on the armrest as she pulled out her phone and just tried to channel up some of that old school apathy.
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But she did, because like Rey had said, people just get to you sometimes, and there were a lot of people involved in this, and right now it was driving her fucking crazy, but she did care. So she swept in, went about her modding business in pestering and interrupting her boyfriend for a while before getting back to her own work. Slipping into the soundbox where all the recorders were playing their messages out to over a two dozen communicators in the hopes that something might manage to get through. And while she checked over all the scans and details, loud and obnoxious and repeated over and over in tenfold:
This is Liz - I love you so much and I would give anything to be able to be with you again, I just wish I could be with you right now.
"Anything," Summer felt that rage coming back to her as she scoffed, shaking her head as she finished checking one printout and then moved to the other, all of them reading the same goddamn thing, over and over again, just screaming out into the void. "Yeah, right. Apparently anything except hot new mister man....right, Liz?"
She finished with the last read out, considered the row of flashing communicators going no where, considering all the hard word she'd been pouring into this, and yet, somehow, expecting someone to just chill the fuck out for a little bit was too much too much to ask on their end.
She sighed, took another moment to consider, and then, meticulously, carefully, pointedly switched all of Liz's messages over to Goose's.
Sure, yeah, there was a gazillion to one chance that any of these messages were going to go through, anyway. But to Summer, that was all the more reason that, if they did get through, at least no one was being fucking lied to.
Prompto deserved better.
And she was probably doing him a favor, at this point.
With that, once they were all switched over, Summer slipped out of the soundbox and went to go flop on the couch, feet up on the armrest as she pulled out her phone and just tried to channel up some of that old school apathy.
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