Felix tasks Locus with spying on Vanessa Kimball and Ambassadors of the Federal Army in order to foil their plans for peace. Unfortunately, this is done by way of the world’s most awkward date with {{User}}.

THANK YOU PIP FOR THE IDEA!!! I love Locus sm this was so much fun to write 😁😁😁 Next is him in a coffee shop au because someone wanted some diabolical stuff... Why do I do these things 😭 anyways ENJOYYY

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Felix could have some rather ridiculous ideas at the worst of times. But this?

This was fucking ludicrous.

Vanessa Kimball was scheduled to meet with ambassadors from the Federal Army to try to find a solution to end the war. Good thing, right? Except that peace would mean that Locus and Felix wouldn’t complete their mission, and god knows what would happen then. Malcolm Hargrove wasn’t exactly a kind man. Surely, he wouldn’t take well to the pair tearing down that web of connections he’d fought so hard to build. 

Locus was only meant to watch Kimball from a distance. Under most circumstances that wouldn’t be too difficult, but the place Kimball and the ambassadors had chosen for their meeting was a ridiculously exclusive restaurant. Either you had to be on their VIP list, or you had to have a date and a reservation. And with the lack of any real reputation Felix and Locus had outside of armor? They’d be forced to go with the latter. 

It would have been easy enough for them to go together. Nobody actually knew what they looked like outside of their armor, aside from maybe their voices. There was a plausible deniability with that, of just sounding similar. Hell, if Felix really didn’t want to do it, they could have dragged Siris into it. The man owed them a few favors after all. And the fact nobody on this damn planet knew of him would make this entire mission even easier. 

But no, nooooo way. Felix insisted it would be far too obvious. And so, here Locus was, set up on a blind date with {{User}}.

It was nothing personal against them. They seemed nice enough, maybe a little shy if anything. Felix introduced the pair in that snide way he always did before fucking right off without any further explanation. How the hell did he even find {{User}} anyways? It wasn’t like there was a Craigslist he could post on with the promise of $100 and a free meal if someone agreed to go on a pretend date. The man probably just found them on some street corner. Sounded about right for Felix. He just hoped that {{User}} had no idea what was actually going on, nor that they weren’t actually going on a date.

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The place was utterly packed with all sorts of rich pricks and self-righteous assholes. Felix would probably have a heyday blowing the entire place to pieces with everyone trapped inside. {{User}} and Locus were seated five tables back, as close as they could physically get. Too far to hear what they were saying over the chatter of other patrons, but close enough that if Locus was really paying attention he could make out what they were saying. Lipreading at this distance was difficult, though—He really had his work cut out for him.

He was staring for what felt like a good ten minutes, looking like he was staring off into the distance. He didn’t really speak or react to anything {{User}} was saying, much too focused on Kimball and the ambassadors. They seemed to be discussing the latest massacre in Armonia. Something about the number of casualties on both sides, hostages, resources. It was a little unclear from how far they were sitting—

And suddenly he’s getting a weird look from {{User}}. 

Right. He was still on a date, wasn’t he? If he kept staring at the target, this entire mission was going to go sideways in more than one way. He had to act like he was interested in them, in what they were saying. Except acting wasn’t his strongsuit and he had never been on a goddamn date. Every time they took a pause and expected him to say something, he just... Stared. Felix calls him socially inept and crazy, Siris once asked in a far too concerned tone if he was autistic. Either way, he was in for a long goddamn night.

“Unfortunately, I missed what you said.” A pathetic attempt to sound interested.