"Do me a favor? I'm sharing the details with you as I learn them, but only share them with her if she asks directly. She's...slippery when she doesn't need to be. Manipulative." A wry smile. "Since I'm trying to learn to be more honest and straightforward, it might be good for her to learn, too."
He grunts an acknowledgement, walking over to help take down one half of the curtains.
"Yeah, I know. She wouldn't shut up about me being unhappy. I kept telling her it wasn't her business. Then she wouldn't stop talking about my kid and Sypha's pregnancy, which was really not her business. Next time I should just use this gun to freeze her."
"If you think that would stop her I think you're grossly underestimating her. The woman is tenacious." He folds the curtains as Trevor takes them down. "Did she meet your kid?"
"No, you're not, and I'm putting those fucking curtains back up," he says over his shoulder. "When you're the zero warden, you can redecorate to your fucking heart's content!"
"We wouldn't be here bothering the shit out of you if you did your fucking job before she riled half the ship!" he calls at Pagan, annoyed, before putting the tea set back.
"Leave the front curtains off," Lark says. "We really don't need inmates thinking we're hiding things down here, and if they can't see in it won't matter what we tell them."
Lark has never been sentimental, and isn't even sure how to be sensitive around the idea of it. He bites back the same irritation he sees on Trevor. "You're likeable. Even if you are an asshole."
"I'm not doing that, Lark," he sings out. "You asked and got an answer. They can also use their fucking words like big kids and there won't be as much speculation. Now get out of Zero, please!"
He glances at Lark. Then, silently, as if in agreement, he takes the front-facing curtains up underneath his cloak to hide. Because fuck you, Pagan, don't talk to Lark like that when he's making a point Trevor agrees with.
"All right, we're leaving!" he yells back during his covert move. The rest of the curtains can be left in a pile. "Christ, can't even make a quick trip to the dungeons without getting scolded."
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"Do me a favor? I'm sharing the details with you as I learn them, but only share them with her if she asks directly. She's...slippery when she doesn't need to be. Manipulative." A wry smile. "Since I'm trying to learn to be more honest and straightforward, it might be good for her to learn, too."
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"Yeah, I know. She wouldn't shut up about me being unhappy. I kept telling her it wasn't her business. Then she wouldn't stop talking about my kid and Sypha's pregnancy, which was really not her business. Next time I should just use this gun to freeze her."
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Trevor finishes the curtains, then comes to investigate the tea set. Fucking tea again.
"She's obsessed with my happiness or lack thereof. Are we taking this too?"
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"She must like you."
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He puts his feet up on the desk.
"Some fucking investigation."
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To Lark, he says;
"She likes everyone."
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Lark has never been sentimental, and isn't even sure how to be sensitive around the idea of it. He bites back the same irritation he sees on Trevor. "You're likeable. Even if you are an asshole."
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He opens his book to read it again.
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"All right, we're leaving!" he yells back during his covert move. The rest of the curtains can be left in a pile. "Christ, can't even make a quick trip to the dungeons without getting scolded."
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"Good night, Pagan."
And to Trevor: "Come back to 101 with me and I'll tell you the rest of what I know."
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"Sure."