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[thereneverwas]

[For correspondence, private scenes, and anthrax.]

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[thereneverwas]

So that's how it's gonna be, eh?

[cozen]

I am afraid so.

[ Do your worst, etc. ]

But she was good, non? She looked the part. Not much commitment, but she is twelve.

[thereneverwas]

[Oh. He will.]

She had me for a moment, but she got sloppy on the details. Or. Well. There were things she couldn't have known.

[He smiles around his cigarette.]

I plan to keep it that way, you fucking monster.

[cozen]

[ Bastien makes a wincing ooh face that doesn’t actually look insulted or hurt, because he’s also laughing. ]

You don’t want to be a papa?

[thereneverwas]

[Barrow shakes his head, exhaling.]

I can barely keep my own shit together. Not about to inflict that on some unsuspecting sprog.

[cozen]

Aw. [ He grins, then gives half his attention to a few seagulls brawling over a bit of garbage. ] Your shit seems alright to me.

[thereneverwas]

Well. Thank you.

[He's actually touched.]

...but don't think buttering me up will make your punishment any less dire.

[cozen]

Bien sûr. Just be sure, whatever you do to me, you are ready for me to do something [ he gestures vaguely in lieu of trying to actually quantify taking the beard oil vs. bastard fake-out ] however many times worse.

[thereneverwas]

Oh, of course, of course.

[He puffs thoughtfully at his cigarette.]

...mate, you fucking escalated.

[It's honestly impressive.]

[cozen]

I really wanted that beard oil.

[ And now he wants a cigarette. He fishes around in his clothes for the necessary supplies. While he's doing that, he finds some coins and holds them out. ]

Here. It is what I was going to pay her.

[thereneverwas]

[Barrow chuckles, and holds up his hand to deny the money.]

Nah, she gave me a good performance. It was worth the coin.

[Since his Cigarette Things were already out, he offers Bastien his matchbook.]