[ Noelle spends a lot of time curled up in her room, walkie-talkie set up on the dresser. It locks from the inside, which means that her situation is - different. From the last one.
When the walkie-talkie crackles to life with a voice Noelle shouldn't know, but nonetheless does, she forgets all about locked doors. ]
I can offer a lair. And muscle.
[ Says a soft voice, even and a little flat. It's best to play along. Less likely to make things weird, that way.
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When the walkie-talkie crackles to life with a voice Noelle shouldn't know, but nonetheless does, she forgets all about locked doors. ]
I can offer a lair. And muscle.
[ Says a soft voice, even and a little flat. It's best to play along. Less likely to make things weird, that way.
And then, because she can't help but ask: ]
What are your qualifications?