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[ukan]

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[ukan]

"I wouldn't say equally," he murmurs. "Wardens always have the option of leaving, no matter how many insist they can't because of their deal."

[crab_rangoon]

"Well, there is that, but most of you are too noble to do it," he points out.

[ukan]

A short laugh. "Noble is not a word I'd use to describe myself."

[crab_rangoon]

"Not you. But if you leave, you know I'll find a way to fucking kill you. And with good reason," he smiles.

[ukan]

"If I leave, I encourage you to hunt me down." He's smiling, too, finding a strange and wild comfort in this threat. He isn't afraid of being sent away; he's terrified now that Pagan will be. But he doesn't say it, superstitiously holding it silent.

[crab_rangoon]

Pagan is, too. It's better if he threatens Lark. It's better not to think about it.

"Good." He looks like he might move for a dismissal, but hesitates. "Mm, I have a favor for you, warden," he says sweetly.

[ukan]

"What, another?" Teasing. Pagan asks very little of him except for time, and time is something Lark is determined to give him regardless of what else he's doing. "Go ahead."

[crab_rangoon]

"As many as I can squeeze out of you," he tells him with more than a hint of a laugh.

"A guitar."

[ukan]

"I didn't know you play." But he's perked up. Tennis balls and music, Pagan, and you have his full attention with either one. "Acoustic or electric?"

[crab_rangoon]

"I don't. Fitz is going to teach me. And...acoustic for now, I suppose."

He raises a shoulder in a shrug. "I suppose I should try and find a new hobby."

[ukan]

He's curious all over again about Fitz, but he's had no particular reason besides Pagan to get to know him. Better to keep his distance, he figures; no one needs their warden hovering around.

"I play too, but I've heard Fitz now and then. He's better than I am."

[crab_rangoon]

"He uses the skill to pick up dates," he says with a roll of his eyes. "But I can't deny that he has talent. And it is something I always wanted to learn. So that's all I want from you. A working gun and a guitar. I feel like that's not too much to ask from my warden who is so devoted to me."

[ukan]

"Devoted? If you asked around they'd say I worship you," Lark sighs. He sets his cup on the table. "All right. I'll go put in the requests, the guitar is a guarantee but don't be surprised if the gun isn't granted right away."

[crab_rangoon]

That earns Lark a bit of a smile. He knows he's mostly teasing, but it's nice to hear.

The second part gets an understanding nod. "I don't expect so. If not, then perhaps we can find something at a port and you can simply...let me keep what I find?" he wonders.

[ukan]

He nods. "If he won't fix this gun, I'll see if Alec can go back home to find something suitable. He'll pick something more, ah, your style than I will."

[crab_rangoon]

He puts a hand to his chest. "Be still my heart. My knight in shining armor."

[ukan]

He snickers, shaking his head, and heads to the door. "When you're any good at the guitar, let me know. Good night."

[crab_rangoon]

"Oh I'll remember that," he grins. "Goodbye for now, Lark," he tells him with a grin.