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. ]
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.
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[ 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
[ 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. ]
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.
[ 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. ]
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.
[ She downs the entirety of her first glass in half a heartbeat before she pours herself another. It takes a moment for her to toe off her shoes and stretch out, shuffling down to tuck her feet in his lap just for that point of contact. It's not like she expects a foot rub. ]
Are they single? They might serve you better than the redhead.
Duty bound. [ He raises his glass in a mock toast, but she's a bit busy apparently downing all of hers and he watches this more or less how he watches everything else, at first - vaguely indifferently. He's not yet reasoned out whether it means he'll need to stagger his own drinking or not.
The sudden feet in his lap are somewhat amusing though. He doesn't particularly mind, but he doesn't really know what to do with them either, so at first he simply lifts his hands and rests one forearm over her ankles, lets the other use the armrest. ]
Don't you have files? Porthos and Aramis. I assume they are, they just got here. Their backgrounds were somewhat iffy on whether or not they were seeing anyone currently back wherever they came from. [ He considers her point for a moment or two though. ] Redhead probably has less baggage.
[ This might be why he's easier. No real expectations, no prejudices. Just...someone to talk to. He'd been like that even before he'd been Alpha. For once she's glad for Bifron's way of choosing things. It makes her own life a little less hectic to have someone she can just talk too...unless that was their aim.
A reliable and relatable leader- for a moment she goes stock still, eyes fixed on a random point in the ceiling. Was that what this was?
No. No it wasn't. Nothing about their interactions have that too sharp feeling of a memory rewritten. Not yet, at least.
Juliett goes languid again, propped up on cushions, and sips at her rum. ] Mmm. Maybe. She certainly won't be as into leather as your pirate.
[ At the moment Athos is willing to chalk up whatever odd habits about her mood or behaviour to her experiences this afternoon. He's just pleased when she seems to relax, even if he doesn't always consciously notice when she hasn't.
It's a little weird though, resting the arm holding his glass on her legs, so he switches it to the other hand and sips at it once more, letting the other arm just rest instead by itself across her legs. His thoughts at the moment are very different than her thoughts. She mentions the leather and he lets his head fall back onto the cushions. ] I think... he might actually have been wearing at least an entire calf. Possibly a young cow. I mean, I like leather as much as the next person, but - the entire outfit. [ He'd mention something about the sword too, but he's got one on his wall, so. ]
Mmmm....I can see the appeal. Tall, dusky, muscular, wrapped in leather, wearing a sword, speaking French?
[ She stretches and shivers, toes curling as a few joints pops from spine to shin. She's been knotted up for most of the day and meeting this Logan character hadn't helped much at all. At least she's managed to hook a new set of clients and ran into Stanley again.
Antonov, actually. He's a fun fellow. ]
Why don't you wear more leather? It'd look terribly good on you, little wolf.
[ There is a very petty 'I have a sword. And speak French. And I'm not short.' response that doesn't even really make it too much beyond his ego and into the superego before it gets quashed. She's right, he just wants to mitigate it somehow, but he doesn't say things like that. Not until after significantly more alcohol than this, and what point would he be making anyway? He has no idea.
So he sits still while she stretches, lets his palm rest on one ankle when she shivers, even though he offers little more just now beyond the weight and warmth from his hand. Give him a little time, those hands will get antsy. ]
I have a jacket. [ One. One leather jacket, suspiciously like the one from Third Star, in his icons because I said so. ] Are you saying I should get leather trousers as well?
[ It's better that he doesn't voice it. Aside from the initial offer before he'd become Alpha she truly has no real intention to ever take their association further than this. Bifrons watches their leaders too keenly. The last thing she ever wants to do is give them another bullet to put in her back. Camaraderie, loyalty, a little trust- that they can't use to hurt her.
Anything more? Even sex- with as much as she likes him? It wouldn't go well for either of them. Best to not.
That limitation does open up new avenues of conversation, though. That she doesn't have to worry as much about innuendo simply because it's expected of her. ]
With your ass and legs, darling? It's cruel to not.
[ He - even if he had said it - honestly wouldn't be trying to hit on her, he'd just be giving voice to any one of the myriad of thoughts that his mind has taken liberty to entertain today. Neither one of them is particularly in the right mind for it this evening, in as far as he can tell, although admittedly his own idea of 'the right mind' for that sort of thing is probably very different than her own. But she mentioned Romeo, she mentioned other people, and he doesn't really want to get between her and her demons or ghosts. Lord knows he wouldn't want anyone doing the same to him, even if his own ghost isn't nearly the same.
And then there's the idea of their positions, sex with a subordinate, and things have been distressing but not nearly enough to get into that whole business.
She, of course, brings flirtation into play regardless, and he knew it was coming but it hardly mitigates his natural knee-jerk response to it, which is a slight shifting in his seat and a small clearing of his throat. ] Legs maybe, but I don't know what else you're talking about. Leather -- it seems a bit like overkill. And hot, not in the - not like that, I just mean like, actually hot. You'd literally just stick to the inside of everything, trouser legs, thighs - it would very uncomfortable.
Yes, well. [ He smirks a little, watches her heels move for a few moments and then looks back over at her. ] Seriously? I wouldn't have figured leather pants for their 'comfort factor'. How do you know?
[ Oh right. He takes a slightly longer drink this time, because he feels both like it, and a little dumb. ] Busy lives you're leading there. [ Pause. ] How's all that working out?
[ For that he actually turns to look at her, because honestly. How is she bored with all of that. And the doppelganger shit on top of it too - well, clearly she wasn't bored today, but. Still. ]
Would you like me to find you some more responsibilities? You can have some of mine. Might give me some time to go out with the redhead. [ At some point he might make more headway on that one if he learned the girl's name, but. One step at a time. ]
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[ 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.
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[ 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
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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.
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[ 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.
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fake authentic mexican food it is. we're eating on paper plates, nothing is clean here
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[ 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.
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We can drink to that as soon as you crack that open for us.
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[ 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?
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[ 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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[ She downs the entirety of her first glass in half a heartbeat before she pours herself another. It takes a moment for her to toe off her shoes and stretch out, shuffling down to tuck her feet in his lap just for that point of contact. It's not like she expects a foot rub. ]
Are they single? They might serve you better than the redhead.
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The sudden feet in his lap are somewhat amusing though. He doesn't particularly mind, but he doesn't really know what to do with them either, so at first he simply lifts his hands and rests one forearm over her ankles, lets the other use the armrest. ]
Don't you have files? Porthos and Aramis. I assume they are, they just got here. Their backgrounds were somewhat iffy on whether or not they were seeing anyone currently back wherever they came from. [ He considers her point for a moment or two though. ] Redhead probably has less baggage.
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A reliable and relatable leader- for a moment she goes stock still, eyes fixed on a random point in the ceiling. Was that what this was?
No. No it wasn't. Nothing about their interactions have that too sharp feeling of a memory rewritten. Not yet, at least.
Juliett goes languid again, propped up on cushions, and sips at her rum. ] Mmm. Maybe. She certainly won't be as into leather as your pirate.
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It's a little weird though, resting the arm holding his glass on her legs, so he switches it to the other hand and sips at it once more, letting the other arm just rest instead by itself across her legs. His thoughts at the moment are very different than her thoughts. She mentions the leather and he lets his head fall back onto the cushions. ] I think... he might actually have been wearing at least an entire calf. Possibly a young cow. I mean, I like leather as much as the next person, but - the entire outfit. [ He'd mention something about the sword too, but he's got one on his wall, so. ]
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[ She stretches and shivers, toes curling as a few joints pops from spine to shin. She's been knotted up for most of the day and meeting this Logan character hadn't helped much at all. At least she's managed to hook a new set of clients and ran into Stanley again.
Antonov, actually. He's a fun fellow. ]
Why don't you wear more leather? It'd look terribly good on you, little wolf.
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So he sits still while she stretches, lets his palm rest on one ankle when she shivers, even though he offers little more just now beyond the weight and warmth from his hand. Give him a little time, those hands will get antsy. ]
I have a jacket. [ One. One leather jacket, suspiciously like the one from Third Star, in his icons because I said so. ] Are you saying I should get leather trousers as well?
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Anything more? Even sex- with as much as she likes him? It wouldn't go well for either of them. Best to not.
That limitation does open up new avenues of conversation, though. That she doesn't have to worry as much about innuendo simply because it's expected of her. ]
With your ass and legs, darling? It's cruel to not.
[ Okay. Maybe a LITTLE flirting. ]
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And then there's the idea of their positions, sex with a subordinate, and things have been distressing but not nearly enough to get into that whole business.
She, of course, brings flirtation into play regardless, and he knew it was coming but it hardly mitigates his natural knee-jerk response to it, which is a slight shifting in his seat and a small clearing of his throat. ] Legs maybe, but I don't know what else you're talking about. Leather -- it seems a bit like overkill. And hot, not in the - not like that, I just mean like, actually hot. You'd literally just stick to the inside of everything, trouser legs, thighs - it would very uncomfortable.
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[ She snorts and rubs her heels against his leg, idly. ]
It'll feel better than these.
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Would you like me to find you some more responsibilities? You can have some of mine. Might give me some time to go out with the redhead. [ At some point he might make more headway on that one if he learned the girl's name, but. One step at a time. ]
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Or I could try to find Anne. That could be interesting.
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oh i thought the reply to this had gone through before my laptop froze earlier oops
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