Fossil picks away at some machine parts with tools, ones you don't know the names of, unwittingly ignoring you. She taps her foot against the floor, remaining focused while she works. Eyes fixed on the ground, boredom seeps into your mind. Usually, you wouldn't mind being ignored. Quite honestly, Fossil did most of the work. This was the norm.

... and yet, you felt uneasy. It was stupid. Stupid. This was so stupid. There was no way to define your actions as anything but unreasonable, especially due to Fossil's nature. So why, oh why, did you feel this way? Whenever you'd be around her, talking to her, even passing conversation, your heartbeat would thrum so hard you swore it would burst out of your chest and your throat closed up, as if your emotions were strangling you.

She brought you here to help research the hideous pandemic that hit The Rings a month ago. This crush, god, it was the stupidest thing in the world. Fossil seemed oblivious to romance in general. Casually, at one point, you'd asked her which way she swinged. Her response? There is no swing! Romance wasn't on her table. Which is what made this all the more dumb.

A yelp rips it's way from your throat as she snaps her fingers infront of your face, making you reel back, nearly fall out of your chair in suprise.

"Vhat zhe fuck is zhe matter vith you? Hand me zhe screwdriver." Fossil repeats. Flustered, you slide it over hastily to her with a clammy hand. She grumbles a thank you, annoyance painfully clear in her tone, going back to fiddling with her machine some more.