Ah, yes, I heard Buggy disappeared. That anonymous folk mentioned that... How awful. What a shame.
( one less person to muck up her plans here, so really, what does she care. ...not that she cared in the first place, either. )
Sorry to disappoint you, Sinclair, but I haven't. I'm being a good girl, you see? Like I said, after all, it's better that we work together in some measure. Why would I go and do something as absolutely, mind-numbingly stupid as risking that over some bugged-out old coot, even if he did get on my nerves? I'm not you.
[ even if gregor isn't present (for now? at all?), that's- sinclair isn't accepting that, especially not from her.
he won't touch on her mention of his own stupidity (not stupid, it was right), or the way the words he types out crawl up his arms. he almost doesn't hit send, but- ]
Where are you?
[ it's his turn to call for her.
it's just... he doesn't trust her texts, though it isn't like he could trust them at face value, either. ]
( he wants to see her? oh, be still her heart!-- not. she knows why he does; he hardly trusts her word when the effects they both know well are better proof of guilt or innocence.
her hand reaches for her sword on reflex and, finding gone as always, touches the key around her neck instead. )
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How awful. What a shame.
( one less person to muck up her plans here, so really, what does she care. ...not that she cared in the first place, either. )
Sorry to disappoint you, Sinclair, but I haven't. I'm being a good girl, you see?
Like I said, after all, it's better that we work together in some measure.
Why would I go and do something as absolutely, mind-numbingly stupid as risking that over some bugged-out old coot, even if he did get on my nerves?
I'm not you.
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no, disappointing is something else. ]
Don't call him that.
[ even if gregor isn't present (for now? at all?), that's- sinclair isn't accepting that, especially not from her.
he won't touch on her mention of his own stupidity (not stupid, it was right), or the way the words he types out crawl up his arms. he almost doesn't hit send, but- ]
Where are you?
[ it's his turn to call for her.
it's just... he doesn't trust her texts, though it isn't like he could trust them at face value, either. ]
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her hand reaches for her sword on reflex and, finding gone as always, touches the key around her neck instead. )
City hall. I'm busy, though, so make it quick.
( not busy enough, though. )