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i was pretty sure at the time my hugger was a pirate. turns out he was just a musketeer. either way it was sort of like getting a hug from a childhood memory for about three seconds. i think you might win though; i disappointed mine at first but at least i am maybe 26% who they think i am.

Logan wasn't as friendly. Just. I don't know what. I told him my name- well. My callsign. He made me feel guilty. I don't even know why.

yeah, so did mine. it's weird. triply uncomfortable

...I felt like Monet for a bit. My predecessor. He was kinder than I was. More honest. I think I'm- I don't know.

Tell me more about your pirate.

[ he has almost literally no idea what to say to that first part. he can't really picture a kind, nice, honest person surviving for too long amongst their numbers - the lot of them seem to be having enough trouble as it is. ]

big, loud. cross between a pirate and a peacock. so much leather. picked me nearly up off my feet and looked gutted when i didn't recognise him.

Poor darling. At least your fanclub doesn't have a history of some manner of mental instability. Well.

On record.

you always know just what to say

I try, little wolf, I try.

mental instability?

[ he makes a note to at least read more of the incoming files on the immune. maybe a chip would be handy, loathe as he is to admit it. he's been relatively lucky with his side-effects so far, and he enjoys being himself, but. there are so many of them coming in, dropping out now - it's difficult to keep track of them. ]

Memory issues, questioning reality. Bifrons doesn't like it when other organizations play at using their techniques. It's usually messy.

he must have skills they want to take a risk like that. hopefully he'll keep that instability away from you at least - giving me a suspicious fan club and you an unstable whatever at the same time is an interesting decision

[ Not that he's questioning it. Just that. Well. It's an interesting decision. ]

i'd imagine it'll play out to an advantage though. unity everywhere

I considered stringing him along like I usually do for roughly half a second before I just...couldn't.

He looked at me the way I used to look at Romeo. I couldn't. I'm getting soft or something. You'll just have to make up for it with your pirate.

you want me to play hardball with a pirate twice my weight class? here i thought you sort of liked my face the way it was

I don't think he'd hurt you THAT badly, darling.

of course he wouldn't

have you forgotten though i told you there were two of them? they don't totally trust each other but they definitely trust me less

[ Although she was talking about Romeo and being soft and he feels a bit bad for making his wigging out the point of the conversation even though she switched topics to talk about his twice now. ] hopefully you can minimise contact for a while anyway, let you both get settled from the encounter

Just read their files and use that intel to your advantage. Play nice. Maybe dig around and see if they have doubles here too.

[ Alpha's problems are, as ever, easier than hers. She'd rather discuss them. She said she'd talk, that didn't mean she wanted a discussion. Just. Someone she can keep updated on her own status. ]

...that might not happen.

I hired him as a bouncer.

nix on the doubles thing - i did check that already.

[ hey if she doesn't want to discuss, he isn't of a mind yet that they need to be doing so. ]

you what

the interesting decisions just keep on coming

why did you do that

I panicked. He was there and he kept looking at me like I was someone he knew and looking disappointed that I wasn't and suspicious and he read me and no one is supposed to be able to do that so I panicked. Just. Went on autopilot. It was offer him a job or offer him a fuck and I might have done both. It's a little fuzzy.

[ He's not typically comfortable with people reading him either but he is more than aware that she takes the game to a whole new level. And she has more on her plate, more riding on that ability. It doesn't quite compare. ]

well at least he took you up on the /job/ offer. couch is open if you ~~nee~~ [ no no, he backspaces out the last three letters. phrasing is everything. ] want to drop by and compare weird immune encounters?

[ but he continues chatting here too, because he doesn't want to necessarily drop the conversation with an almost inevitable rebuttal to that offer. she knows it's there anyway, just sometimes it's useful to reiterate things at certain times. ] it's difficult to handle, that whole doppelganger thing. disappointing people by circumstance and no fault of your own is worse than doing it on purpose, even if you didn't want to.

Sex is easier than feelings, remember? Maybe if I screw him we'll get it out of both our systems. He'll know I'm not her and I'll stop wondering.

[ Fuck one man and you've more or less got a decent baseline for the rest. She could file him away in her little black book and stop thinking about the look he'd given her and think about how much it ached that she would never have something like that for herself. Not ever again. ]

...Order something mundane and greasy for a late night meal and I'll be there in five. It's too quiet here. I keep thinking I hear things.

[ he either knows himself or the situation better than to reply to the first part. not when she's said she's coming over, anyway, and he can better communicate with her. ]

fake authentic mexican food it is. we're eating on paper plates, nothing is clean here

Keep the window unlocked. I'll bring the rum.

[ True to her word, in roughly five? She's sliding in said unlocked window, bottle of rum in hand. She might have been in transit. She might have come by rooftop. Doesn't matter, all that matters is that there's space on the sofa for her to sprawl. ]

Fuck dopplegangers.

I have a door. [ Not that he particularly cares if she chooses to come in the window, it just might have been easier. Unless she was on the rooftops - she got here awfully fast. ] Food won't be here for another fifteen minutes or so, most likely. Also I washed glasses at least. [ Since she'd said rum. He holds one out to her when he steps to the couch, mostly dry but only as much as you can ever seem to get with a dishrag. Hers has no ice, his does. ]

We can drink to that as soon as you crack that open for us.

Doors are boring.

[ She mutters, cracking open the rum with a twist of the wrist and tipping it to top off Alpha's glass first, then her own. It's easier to speak to Athos than it ever wast to speak to Lucas. She's not terribly sure why. ]

So. Pirate. is he cute?

Yes, well, be that as it may, you have to leave through the door unless you can convince me leaving via the roof won't break your neck, Valjean.

[ She seems to be enjoy his couch, so he opts for the chair sitting perpendicularly next to it, like how 90% of living rooms tend to situate their seating. He sips at the rum, enjoys the coolness and then the slow warmth as it runs down into his stomach.

He also should have known. The first sentence is a bit more mumbled as he takes another drink from his cup. ] When he didn't look like I'd just kicked his puppy in the gonads, maybe. He looked... fine. They were both rather... Looked fine.

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