fact: the poseur in the bowler gets shot first

[slushfund]

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‶ time is money. make it fucking quick.

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[blowfish]

[One of those first nights of settling into new living arrangements. Separate ones.]

you there?

[slushfund]

[the rattle of the palm reader startles him; haven wasn't too busy at night. jesse, always right next door, could wake him with a knock on the wall.]

I forgot how convenient this was.

[yeah, i'm here.]

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[blowfish]

[Tightness in his chest fades away with the quick response. Haven created ripe conditions for separation anxiety, and it's carrying over (he had to backtrack and delete a 'still' from the middle of that question, too much). Jesse lies on his side (big, empty room) and taps at his palm reader.]

yeah
maybe living on the other side of a big stupid gate won't be so bad

[blowfish]

what are you up to
it's late

[slushfund]

[two buzzes, in his hand. sitting up in the massive bed, hiruma glances out the window at those city lights and smirks.]

There's shit all to do, so I'm doing shit all.

I can see the big, stupid gate from here, though.
It's something to look at.

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[it's inky and dark, his own vague reflection in the glass, but the outline can be seen against midas' glow.]

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[blowfish]

[That's about what he's up to. Is there really shit-all to do in that giant tower, he wonders? Jesse is in the middle of tapping some more when an attachment downloads- he opens it and is treated to a view quite different from his own.]

Christ you're up high

[And there's Hiruma in the glass. A smile when he notices.]

[blowfish]

so gimme a virtual tour of the rest of yr room

[blowfish]

[he has a hit-send trigger finger.....]

You already seen mine

[ text ]

[hasitsthorns]

They could give me a new hand here.

[ How she feels about that? That's a lot trickier to try and explain over text. ]

[slushfund]

[that's...]

Do it.
It doesn't matter what it costs.

[hasitsthorns]

5 goldbytes for my flesh and blood hand back.

That's 1/4 of a trip home. It does matter.

[slushfund]

If I lost my hand, would you convince me to get another?
When you go home, do you want to be handless?
What is stopping you from getting a replacement?

Those are the three questions I want answered.

[hasitsthorns]

[ FFFUUUU- ]

I would.
I don't.
Losing my hand was my lesson learned for trying to do everything on my own. I don't want to just erase that.

[ This honesty thing is balls. ]

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[whatishate]

Hey

[slushfund]

Well, look who it is.
Need more bugs cashed in?

[whatishate]

[The sad truth may be that this is the only other address Sasuke knows.]

No.

How do you feel about this switch?

[slushfund]

[he never was good at making friends *sad trombone*...]

It's a minor fucking inconvenience.
The loss isn't going to be colossal though, as soon as we create work for ourselves.
Ain't that right?

[ action ]

[hasitsthorns]

[ There is a very suspicious looking lump on Hiruma's couch all bundled up snugly in blankets. Where did it come from? How did it get here? We just don't know. ]

[slushfund]

[hiruma takes a moment to raise his phone as he stands in the doorway, before he's willing to walk forward and sit himself on the very edge of the bed. free hand bracing him, he leans heavily on it, tugs the top of the duvet off with a sharp jerk, and promptly snaps a photo.]

It seems there is an odd growth on my mattress. I wonder if there is an extermination service...

[hasitsthorns]

[ The moment he'll end up capturing is one of a rather disgruntled Rosie, blond hair all askew and squinting quite attractively into the camera. ]

Good luck finding anyone that's reliable in this place. [ She folds her arms in front of her and nestles her face into them with a huff. ] You'll be stuck with me for a while.

[slushfund]

[laying his palm reader and gun aside, propping the weapon up against the bed, hiruma rolls onto his back and stares at the ceiling.]

Great. I always wanted a puppy.

[bemusedly said, giving her a sidelong look from the corner of his eye.]

What brings you 'round today, ah? Here to eat all my fucking groceries?

[ voice ]

[hasitsthorns]

[ Two weeks. He might have noticed the lack of guitar music from the apartment next to his, might have noticed the absence of her presence. She wasn't a lump on his bed or a mouse in his groceries for two weeks.

Even now, after her return, it's quiet. And she's calling because she isn't sure she can face Hiruma (or anyone, for that matter) right now. Isn't sure she can face what happened to her the last two weeks right now. ]

Hey, dude. So about dropping off the face of the earth. I was kind of stuck somewhere for a little bit, but. I'm back now. [ Then, lower- ] Sorry. [ The woman had never wanted them to worry the same way again after her last disappearance in Haven. ]

[slushfund]

[picking up with a drowsy "yo" and a hell of a lot of eye-rubbing. a newly-awoken response that isn't her fault — it's an odd time in the evening to take an impromptu nap, neither planned nor impressed with.]

The fuck you mean "stuck somewhere"? Half expected we'd have to preform another search and rescue.

[hasitsthorns]

[ Lies pour into her mind but not out her mouth; easier as it seems to be, she knows she can't get away with it if it's Hiruma she's speaking to. The others? Maybe. But not him. ]

I heard some commotion outside the other day, thought I'd see what it was about. They were trying to take someone for no reason so I stepped in. Guess that's a stupid idea as a mongrel. I thought I'd wake up in jail, but... I didn't.

[ There's a distinct pause as she does decide to lie by omission. No one needs to know of the shock collars and blows upside the head for her disobedience. That they'd threatened to do the same to her packmates if she didn't 'cooperate.' ]

Did you hear about the PETCC?

[slushfund]

That fucking pet auction. They'd been advertising it.

[so, she got abducted; sold?

hiruma knows, even as tired as he is, there's far more to it than that. he's frowning against the receiver now, which warrants sitting upright to yank on some sweats, leaving the lump in the bed beside him. he's out in the living area before his voice raises to a dull roar, higher with his curiosity.]

Get to the point, Nurumi. What happened?