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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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/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.

<333 And I just realized this is H/V. I am such a failwhale. /o\

[thecutdiamond]

[One brow arches in disbelief, her tone mild but with the faintest, faintest undertone of being upset.]

Oh? And tell me how you think it came to this, then.

I still love you! /snuggle

[spysinspades]

I think it had something to do with an injury.

[His sarcasm about her current state was palpable, really. And unfair, given that she probably expected him to be talking about himself.]

/squishz fiveever

[thecutdiamond]

[Suppressing the urge to roll her eyes is a difficult thing, but she manages. Suppressing the sarcasm in her tone? Not so much.]

How very astute of you.

/nuzzle

[spysinspades]

I pride myself on my observational skills.

[Pure sarcasm, dry as she Sahara]

[thecutdiamond]

It's a wonderful skill to have. Must come so in handy.

[Although she wonders why he'd be here if he were able to observe things so well.]

[spysinspades]

It keeps everything flowing.

[Not a roof over his head or anything, though.]