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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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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.]

[spysinspades]

[He wondered whether he should tell her she mumbled out loud sometimes - was the volunteer of information useful or not?]

That he's not being unreasonable.

[the_songbird]

[There's only one 'he' that had been on her mind as she was walking.]

He...isn't? [He's her brother.]

What would you know about it, anyway?

[spysinspades]

What an accurate question, what would I know about it?

[Wonderful as ever at being creepy, David leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees.]

Would you like me to tell you what I know?

[if only he could wheedle the tidbit out of her that he hoped for in exchange.]

[the_songbird]

Well....yes.

[But whereas once she might have been more open, she's crossing her arms in front of her. Too many things have happened for her to trust people as blindly as she once did.]

[spysinspades]

I've heard rumors, you know. Outside of your puppy.