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[ukan]

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[ukan]

He smirks, almost laughing. "You fought about Ariel? Why, what did she ever do to you?"

[crab_rangoon]

"I said that Ursula had been mistreated," he tells him. "And that she should have been the one to rule Atlantis."

[ukan]

He bites back a snicker. "Mistreated or not, she certainly had more drive than the King who simply sat around watching his half-clad daughters swim."

[crab_rangoon]

"That's what I thought, too. Ah well. I suppose Kazuma and I will never see eye to eye on that."

He gestures towards him with his hand. "Why do you ask about movies?"

[ukan]

"They're an easy way to zone out. A bottle of wine, a movie, a lover. It makes for a good break from reality." A short laugh, though. "That's actually how I saw The Little Mermaid. I was finishing law school and an escort I was with was named Ariel. So she insisted, bribed me with a bottle of wine and the rest."

[crab_rangoon]

"Her name was Ariel?" he asks skeptically. "An escort, a bottle of wine, and Disney. Lark, I do not envy you."

He takes a breath.

"I will try it."

[ukan]

"What part of that sounds like a bad night?" He protests, in lieu of adding more pressure on Pagan by encouraging him to keep trying.

[crab_rangoon]

"Nothing, Lark. Nothing." He rubs the back of his neck. "We just have very different lives is all."

[ukan]

He shrugs. "Not so different now. The me who slept with prostitutes is a lifetime away from who I am now." Now? He's devoted to one person, would never really recover if that person was gone. Now he's a king, with his hands deep in criminal enterprises even if he has them there so he can pull strings and end certain practices.

[crab_rangoon]

"Had," he amends, spreading out his hands. "I know we are alike. There is a reason I trust what you tell me."

[ukan]

"I'm glad." He's worked hard to be honest with Pagan, even when it pisses him off or annoys him. "Oh- completely off topic, how do you feel about coming by while Alec is gone and redoing his wardrobe?"

[crab_rangoon]

He is equally suspicious and intrigued.

"Why?" he asks, practically a purr. "And how upset will Alec be?"

[ukan]

"Because the last time he let me adjust his wardrobe was before we were married, and I don't have your fashion sense. I just let a tailor decide." As for how upset? "As long as we don't get rid of his old clothes, he'll like it."

[crab_rangoon]

"Then I'll do it," he agrees. "Of course I will."

He inspects his nails a moment. "I'm no tailor, but I'll do it."

[ukan]

"He's out Thursday night," Lark's tone so close to someone planning a delicate mission.

[crab_rangoon]

"Alright, alright. I get it. Thursday night. He will have a fabulous new wardrobe."

He laughs softly to himself. "Now get out before you recruit me to another mission."

[ukan]

"You act like I don't have another one lined up for you," he teases, turning to go. "See you Thursday."

[crab_rangoon]

"My life is nothing but missions for you," he points out, but that's not a bad thing. Not really. Not when he really needs a purpose, like now.

He gives him a wave and finds his guitar.