Unlike her, he was invested in it.
She could hear him muttering away behind her as she set to work. It took her only a couple of hours before she was finished, and she moved to her knees to stretch out. "I'll be back," she called over her shoulder as she dashed out the door, though the man didn't get a chance to respond. Hell, he was probably already asleep. Clutching her fliers to her chest, she ran out the front door of Veil Towers and smacked a few 'Vote Bancroft' fliers to the windows of the buildings around her. When she was finished hitting every building in Elmworth and Wickbridge (including every shop in 8D), she took the transit to Honeymead (sticking some on the windows of the transit), and covered the buildings there, too. With only fifty or so left in her arms, she headed back home with a yawn.
When she made it back upstairs, she scratched her dog behind the ear and moved out to the balcony, laughing quietly. She could see people walking below, some pausing to look at her fliers, and she called down a 'Hey!' before throwing the rest over the edge of the railing, letting the wind take the pieces of paper as it saw fit.
"Yeah, vote Bancroft," she chuckled quietly, slipping back inside and shutting the door behind her. At least he wasn't demi-fae. That would suck.
