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[color=dodgerblue]<its something that needs to be discussed in person. nothing bad but its kinda big. comin' to your work>[/color] Eve typed away at her phone, pulling her hand away to shake it off. Claws were a little hard to type with, but she managed despite the odds. That was besides the point, however. What was more of a problem was how she was going to bring this up to her father. This wasn't your standard "Hey dad, I got a job being a superhero, might be dying with how I fight crime." Truth was, she was fairly sure her dad hated how she fought crime, which she understood. She did everything incredibly recklessly, and when your main method of beating up baddies was slamming into them at high velocity, it sometimes left you shook up and bruised.

On the other hand, she needed a better job than being a coder for somebody on the Internet. His website was trash anyhow, and it wasn't because of Eve's coding. His merch was absolutely gross, but somehow they got a lot of traction on the website, and that netted Eve her cash. Actually... while on the topic of jobs...

... nope, didn't get any of them this time around either. Damn, you'd think being a harpy wouldn't cause people to immediately reject your application, but apparently linoleum floors are expensive and scratching them isn't the best thing. That, and molting feathers is a concern, which was bullshit. Eve hardly molted, and when it was she would've made sure to stay at home that day.