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[devoutish]

Yeah?

[That's it, that's all you get.]

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[devoutish]

Are you sure about that?

[plundering]

You're predictable, remember?

[devoutish]

That's not predictability.

[plundering]

No? What is it?

[devoutish]

Knowing you wouldn't really steal them.

[plundering]

Maybe your sappiness is rubbing off on me.

[devoutish]

Even thieves have exceptions, eh?

[plundering]

Even crime lords have exceptions.

[She nudges him.]

[devoutish]

As long as they don't steal from me, yes.

[plundering]

Huh. Well, guess I'm screwed.

[devoutish]

This type of thievery I'll accept from you.

[He knocks his wrist into hers, bracelets jangling.]

[devoutish]

She doesn't raise her voice with you the way I do.

[bywolves]

No, she doesn't. [ Dryly: ] It's nice, actually.

[devoutish]

You need a good yelling from time to time.

[bywolves]

Remind me why I put up with you again.

[devoutish]

Because trust is hard to come by here, and we trust each other.

[A serious answer for a not-serious question.]

[bywolves]

[ It's not a surprise to hear, but it's another one of those things that's nice. And Royce is quietly warmed by it. ]

Consider me reminded.

@dickcheese, voice; day 148 post implosion

[headjacked]

Hey.

Hi.

We're still -- we. We're still cool, right? I mean. Friends. Have you spoke to -- um -

[ Breathing. It's a challenge. ]

@ASolomons; audio

[devoutish]

Hello, Rhys.

[Was that not actually an answer? Oops.]

[headjacked]

Alfie?

[ You hear that pleading, man? Quit playing games with his heart. ]

[devoutish]

You need to calm down, mate.

I've talked to Fiona, yeah. Bit hard not to, with the two of you yelling your fucking heads off at each other.

[headjacked]

[ Well, of course. Not like telling his side of the story first would've mattered any, though. There's no making him look good. ]

Don't you think I've been trying??

[devoutish]

Rhys. Why are you contacting me, right now?

[He doesn't sound hostile or like he's annoyed about being contacted, at least.]

What do you want from me?

[headjacked]

Because --

[ Another shuddering breath. ]

Because you - y-you just. Tell it like it is. Angel, she's not like that. Not when I'm involved.

[devoutish]

You want me to tell you if I think you're doing wrong.