[ once upon a time, peggy would have been upright and alert at the first sound of an intruder. but, in some ways, wonderland has made her soft. nights and nights and nights spent staying in someone else's bed -- in someone else's room -- has made her more tolerant of the noises that come with that territory. especially with rip, whose nocturnal habits had taken some getting used to.
so even here, in her own quarters, the noise doesn't wake her. not immediately at any rate -- and all the drink she'd consumed the night before doesn't hurt his chances at staying stealthy. and although she does toss and shift a bit on her own bed, she doesn't fully rouse until something is sizzling in the pan.
it's the quality of the hiss -- the dna it shares with the crack-fizzle of a fuse -- that brings her heartbeat up to conscious speed and sees her sitting up in bed, filling her lungs with a deep breath through her nose...
and promptly crashing backwards in a dramatic slump has the brunt of her hangover hits. from the other side of the divider, the corner of her room where the bed hides, she lets loose an undignified little fucking hell. ]
I'll have you know -- I'm armed...
[ she warns, groping first for her device instead of the ppk whose holster sits slung over a bedpost. blearily, she reads back the last few messages before dropping her arm over her eyes and wishing -- devoutly -- that she could cease to exist for a good two to three hours. ]
And if you're anyone but who I hope you are? I will shoot.
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so even here, in her own quarters, the noise doesn't wake her. not immediately at any rate -- and all the drink she'd consumed the night before doesn't hurt his chances at staying stealthy. and although she does toss and shift a bit on her own bed, she doesn't fully rouse until something is sizzling in the pan.
it's the quality of the hiss -- the dna it shares with the crack-fizzle of a fuse -- that brings her heartbeat up to conscious speed and sees her sitting up in bed, filling her lungs with a deep breath through her nose...
and promptly crashing backwards in a dramatic slump has the brunt of her hangover hits. from the other side of the divider, the corner of her room where the bed hides, she lets loose an undignified little fucking hell. ]
I'll have you know -- I'm armed...
[ she warns, groping first for her device instead of the ppk whose holster sits slung over a bedpost. blearily, she reads back the last few messages before dropping her arm over her eyes and wishing -- devoutly -- that she could cease to exist for a good two to three hours. ]
And if you're anyone but who I hope you are? I will shoot.