Ferran scratched his head. "Okay……well the same thing has happened to us and we wondered if you had anything to do with it…"
Daveed snickered. "I wish…."
Tia's eyebrow sketched a scowl on her face. She glared at the traitor.
Daveed shrugged. "I just wanna go back to normal though. So here's a deal. I help you try and find out what's going on and help fix it, in return, you have to let me have one month of crime without you trying to stop me."
"No," Tia snapped immediately. Her tone was sharp as a razor's edge.
“What.”
"I said, no," Tia repeated, just as malign as before.
Ferran put a hand on her shoulder to stop her from homicide. "A month? That seems a little excessive. And it's not like you're not getting something out of this."
Daveed paused. "Oh yeah. Well, a week then."
"No."
“You’re like this too,” Alanna said, raising an eyebrow.
Ferran turned to Tia and Alanna. "It's not like we have much choice…."
Alanna shook and her head and crossed her arms, she looked away.
"Forget it. I don't care," Tia said, turning to go back down the stairs.
"Wait what?" Ferran followed her. "How can you not care? Your best friend doesn't remember you!"
Tia froze. She felt a tingle shoot throughout her body. Tears sprung to her eyes. She blinked quickly.
Ferran grabbed her arm. "Look, I know how you feel about Daveed and all that. And this is really stressful, but I need your help and support."
(Feel free to respond to that I gtg for the mornin')
(Aww okie bye!)
“Hey, Daveed…” Alanna said quietly, trying to think of a plan.
"Kaisley…" she whispered, a tear trickling down her cheek.
(Cya!)
(Yo I have returned!)
Ferran felt really bad about making her cry. "I'm…sorry I brought that up….sorry…"
Tia didn't turn to look at him. She didn't say anything, just let her heartbreak.
Way to screw things up again, Ferran. He wasn't sure what to do in this situation.
Daveed rolled his eyes.
Tia suddenly turned and hugged Ferran tightly, sobbing into his shoulder.
Ferran's eyes widened. He hugged her tight. "You're okay. We'll fix this."
(wAIT DAVEED IS FORGOTTEN RIGHT)
“How do you feel? You’re forgotten and untouchable.”
(Yeah!)
Daveed shrugged. "I feel pretty normal."
(oH okay good thanks. u-u)
“Do you like being forgotten and untouchable?”
He shook his head. "Not a fan."
“Exactly,” Alanna said, “while you’re helping… us, you’re also helping yourself.”
