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[synanthrope]

The harpies are gone, and if you are not Rosella, and you are not out of the Warehouse by midnight, I will personally incinerate your belongings.

And I don't particuarly feel inclined to clean up after you, so if you leave a mess, I will not be pleased.

No mess.

No.

Mess.

Now.

No mess.

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[worksmart.livejournal.com]

It's a good day for it.

[synanthrope]

Are you trying to keep me from incinerating personal belongings?

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

Nope. You can do that when you get back.

[synanthrope]

Let me get dressed, and I'll meet you.

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

By the fountain.

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[synanthrope]

[She's waiting, looking as put together as she usually does, legs crossed, but not fidgeting]

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[worksmart.livejournal.com]

[Chase isn't long, only stopping into one of the shops on the square to get new batteries for his (unexpectedly cheap) watch. He's fitting it into place, gripping a tiny gold screw between his teeth as he walks over.]

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[synanthrope]

[She sees him and his dilemma, and from her purse removes a smooth silver box and opens it to reveal a set of tiny tools]

Do you need my help?

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[worksmart.livejournal.com]

Nope.

[This from behind a grin and gritted teeth. He sits next to her and pulls a set of much less elegant looking, but still functional, miniature screwdrivers from his jacket pocket.]

Just didn't want to let the twelve-year-old behind the counter screw with it. Won't hold up to much.

[Mostly because it's not built to last.]

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[synanthrope]

[She slips her case back into her purse]

That's because it's a cheap watch.

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[worksmart.livejournal.com]

Yup. [And this almost seems to please him. He screws the back on and checks it.] Birthday present.

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[synanthrope]

Oh.

Does someone hate you?

[It's said so genuinely; she's not being sarcastic]

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[worksmart.livejournal.com]

Someone's on a waitresses wage. This cost a fair amount of it.

[He's amiable in the reply, quite aware he's not blazing a fashion trail. It's fastened onto his wrist again, adjusted with more care than it needs. The thousand dollar classic it replaced lives in his sock drawer right now.]

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[synanthrope]

Of course. The girlfriend.

[She stands up]

Is she well?

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[worksmart.livejournal.com]

As well as anyone else is. [He thinks about this a minute as he stands, too.] Better than some. How about you? I haven't had time to keep tabs on anyone I wasn't being paid to for a while.

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[synanthrope]

Rosella stole one of my cars and filled the warehouse with people.

But I am fine.

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[worksmart.livejournal.com]

Rosella didn't steal one of your cars. [Not that he's been keeping up at all, but it sounds impossible.] Did she?

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[synanthrope]

Yes, she did.

[Matter of factly]

The Jaguar.

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[worksmart.livejournal.com]

She stole it. [He has to repeat this because it still doesn't make much sense. Turning his head, he quirks an eyebrow in her direction.] Was somebody in trouble?

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[synanthrope]

She claims that she needed to pick up friends.

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[worksmart.livejournal.com]

I did teach her to drive it for emergencies.

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[synanthrope]

[She turns to look at him]

Did you teach her not to ask when she needed it for an emergency?

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[worksmart.livejournal.com]

Did she bring the car back?

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[synanthrope]

Yes.

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[worksmart.livejournal.com]

Undamaged?