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^ha, couldn't resist he goes from zero to one thousand real quick and I love that look on his face at the end
-Backstory time!- whoop whoop
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The silence in the car was deafening, making Pippin squirm in her seat.
She could sense a lecture coming from her stone-faced companion.
"Ms. Smoak, I promise I can explain." She muttered, staring at her hands curled up in her lap.
"How many time have I told you to call me Felicity?" The question threw Pippin off guard as her eyes snapped to Felicity.
"I don't know." She whispered, uncomfortably, Felicity glancing at her.
"Too many times for me to count." Felicity answered for her, scoffing.
"Listen, kid, if we're going to get along, you're gonna have to call me something other than Ms. Smoak."
Pippin stared at her, incredulously.
"It's mentally draining." She joked, her eyes straying from the road too long.
Pippin clutched the edge of her seat as a truck blared out a honk, Felicity swerving out of the way.
"Everything is under control." Pippin heard her say, more to herself.
"As I was saying, I really don't like being called Ms. Smoak. It sounds too-" At this point, she made a gagging sound as well as a confusing hand motion. "Too not me."
She turned to Pippin who stared back at her, blinking in confusion.
