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[ukan]

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[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.