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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

[needsnomirror]

It was a mistake, alright?

[She lets out a frustrated sigh. The kind he usually gets when he is absolutely right.]

[spysinspades]

[He doesn't even try to hide the smug smile that sigh causes. David does so like to be right.]

So what would you like me to do?

[She must know that, even with her, he would need equal exchange. No debts could exist between them, not and let him retain what little sanity he had.]

[needsnomirror]

Fix it. I don't care how. Do whatever you must.

[She steps closer, stroking his cheek.]

You can have whatever you want in exchange.

[spysinspades]

['Whatever he wanted' was a nice offer, but it wasn't solid enough for him to accept, yet.]

How much is it worth, my dear?

[Because 'whatever he wanted' would need to be of equal value.]

I will fix it for you, but how much is it worth.

[needsnomirror]

[Well, she has gotten herself in a kind of precarious situation, since when she thinks 'anything' she usually does not mean it quite as literally as this time.]

You still won't work for money, will you?

[spysinspades]

[He withdrew slightly, leaning further back into the wall, resting his head against the brick.]

No money. And I won't come back to the house.

[it's said like an argument they've had too many times to count, where both sides were so scripted they could have it without speaking.]

[needsnomirror]

Why? [It isn't even said as a real question at this point.] I could give you anything you want.

[spysinspades]

[Information was usually his favorite in trade - the easiest way to make further exchanges with others.

But... this information would be just for him.]

...The children. You have to tell me about the girl.

[Eileen.

It wasn't shame that kept him away. At least... his didn't think so. David was a very accomplished liar, however.]

/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.

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.

<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.

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.]

<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.

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.]

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?

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.]

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.]