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[spysinspades]

[He leaned his chin on one hand, lounging against the dirty wall of the alley like a king on a gilt throne.]

You'd think that, wouldn't you?

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[needsnomirror]

[There is hardly a person in the world that would look more misplaced in a back alley somewhere in the shadier parts of town than she does right now. She crosses her arms in front of herself as if that would somehow make her feel more comfortable - she always preferred to meet him in her mansion.]

But I stand corrected, I assume? How so?

[spysinspades]

[He grins at her, and props his feet up on a crate.]

Well, that can't very well owe you if they already paid you, can they?

[needsnomirror]

[Of all the men in the world.]

If they did not pay enough...

[spysinspades]

[A snort at her.]

Always figure price before hand, darling

/noms on happily

[thecutdiamond]

Those back home would probably prefer to think of their former monarchs having better fates.

[And yet here they were, a former King on a dirty wall for a throne and a former Queen with a wheelchair for hers.

Hardly the most glorious of fates.]

/patpat

[spysinspades]

I do so hate to be predictable.

[He somehow decided that was the proper answer.]

/snug /also I am sleeping soon but :3

[thecutdiamond]

[A faint, bitter snort of what should be but isn't really laughter.]

Well, I doubt many people could have predicted this.

<3 'sokay, I went to bed too.

[spysinspades]

[Seeing 3 seconds in the future wouldn't have been enough to really predict anything. But David lies.]

It seems linear enough.

This was the one I was logged into before work :o

[maskofhearts]

I don't know that it is precisely a normal thing to think.

[Hadyn wasn't particularly sure if Homeless Men could be Kings, but it did seem that way. Never mind the 'how did I get here' confusion. No more going out with Darren. He had to remind himself of that. It always ended with cameras, rag mag expos, and now getting lost in the underbelly of the city. Or something.]

I...well, they do seem to listen to you is all.

EJJJJJ

[spysinspades]

Do they?

[He seemed bemused, lips twisting into a combination of disbelief and amusement.]

They're their own people.

I'VE MIIIIIISSED YOU BB!! \o/

[maskofhearts]

But they listen, which makes it strange. People these days don't much care for listening that I've noticed. Observation only, of course.

[All the same, there something more important to think about.]

However, question. Where can a guy take a piss around here?

I MISSED YOU TOOOOOO

[spysinspades]

[David barely suppresses the scoff, eyes wandering around the urine-stained alley.

Really?]

...There's a burger joint two doors down.

[A free offer of information, how odd. But such small things could be given - they were allowed their little debts, just not him.]

MAYBE THIS CAN BE THE VERSE WHERE THEY DON'T HATE EACH OTHER.

[falsepretences]

(Also, hi. :D)

[Jordan's not comfortable here, that much is clear, but there's an odd certainty in his eyes.]

I remember exactly what happened.

[He's not yet accepted that his memory isn't just extraordinary but supernatural, but one thing he's always sure of: he remembers exactly what's happened. Always.]

DANGER WILL ROBINSON DANGER

[spysinspades]

(Hi <3)

Do you now?

[That left David wondering if Jordan remembered it objectively, too. How to weedle the information out without having to pay an exchange.]

The cat is helping, which is just proof this will go badly.

[falsepretences]

Yes.

[But it's not that easy, of course. He knows every detail of that night, but what he needs to know is what happened after.. Ceiro Ryan got away.]

Bah, he's always the most helpful at world domination!

[spysinspades]

How impressive.

[The amusement is palpable]

What could you possibly want from a humble man like me?

Finally thought of something. /o\

[the_songbird]

[She wasn't exactly seeking him out, so his comment surprises her as she passes by.]

I...what?

[spysinspades]

You would think that, wouldn't you?

[He repeated it easily, head lolling slightly to shift his eyes towards her.]

[the_songbird]

Think what?

[Don't tell her this guy is a mind-reader. Well, tell her, but you know...there used to be a time when she didn't believe in such things.]

I WAS TRAVELLING AND MISSED THIS BUT /SCREAM OF JOY

[lowtohigh]

I would. [Scratch that. The shake of her head is determined.] I do think that it's important.

[The City could take care of itself. She believed it. She believed that it didn't make her a bad person for wanting to crawl away into her own mind for a little while.

That it didn't make her a bad person for wanting to avoif a relapse.]

/SCREECH AAAAAAAAH QI

[spysinspades]

You should do what you think is best.

[Manipulating people was his game, but he somehow deluded himself into thinking that they always had a choice. There was always free will.

He didn't think running away into her own mind was best, of course.]

/CLINGS FOREVER

[lowtohigh]

Don't-- say it like that.

[She doesn't mean to be defensive. Not with him. He looks after her, whether she's being smart or dumb or something in between. He has good answers. He actually listens. Her arms cross over her own chest tight anyway.]

That makes it sound so-- selfish.

Because why not.

[adversed]

She doesn't pick what she thinks, m'lord.

[More than other people, after all. Her mind was too many million fractals to keep where she wanted it to.]

AHAHA I was seriously considering tagging an Ester to that Braid God

[spysinspades]

My apologies. I clearly misspoke.

The numbers would think that, wouldn't they?

I encourage this \o/

[adversed]

Clearly. [There's her flash of teeth like a frenetic smile, her limbs twisting painfully to bring her around to face him again from her perch against the wall opposite.] They have to. They're never wrong.