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If you're really that interested in seeing the cars, please stay at least ten feet away. They're far more expensive than you are.

If you're interested in the Warehouse, please knock first. Rosella does enjoy guests but of the invited variety.

Hello.

Welcome to the City.

[ooc: Whatever you would like!]

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[ No context. No hello. Just: ]

Are you at the Garage?

Yes.

Then expect company.

I've a surprise for you.

I like surprises. Hello, Nigel.

This one's particularly brusque, I'm afraid. Or can be.

Do you think that's a factor for me? Come see me.

I have every intention to, Saya. You've been missed. We've catching up to do.

Would you tell Nigel I've said hello, please.

I will. Hello.

He has a way about him. I'm fairly certain he imagines the word 'please' to be some sort of insult.

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You know I don't need pleases.

And what do you need, Saya? The same as always?

[ Sex. Blood. Tidiness. ]

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You're the one Nigel's been chattering about since we got here, then, are you?

You're the one Nigel's told me about. I probably am.

I probably am. He's insistent on coming to see you.

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[ The surroundings may be novel, but Alex is far from impressed. Geography is like history in that, no matter how much things change, people remain idiots. Alex shoves his hands in his pockets and mentally dares any of the rest of the crowd to jostle him while he waits. ]

Have you got an answer yet?

[ Nigel doesn't answer, just smiles down at his device in a way that says yes. He types out another message and presses SEND before holding it out to his companion. ]

You mustn't be rude, Jack. Say hello.

[ Alex looks at the device and raises an eyebrow skeptically. His hands don't leave his pocket. ]

I'll be rude if I fucking like, Nigel. This is your field trip.

[ Nigel says nothing, more than used to Jack and the comings and goings of his mood. (Goings, mostly, if the number of times he's found himself on the end of a strong arm and a hard first are any indication.) But their companionship is built on stubbornnesses and allowances.

And so, Nigel smiles and remains where he is, the comm still offered. How long had he already waited for eternity to find him? This was pennies in comparison. ]

Jack.

[ Alex always finds Nigel particularly annoying when he gets like this, when he starts thinking that he can make demands and that Alex will follow them. Alex follows them only when he chooses to.

Right now, Alex thinks, Nigel is expecting him to be stubborn so instead, he chooses not to be and swipes the device out of Nigel's hand. ]

[ Nigel's smile has changed shape (less challenging, more sated) when Alex shoves the comm back at him, carelessly enough that it almost clatters to the sidewalk between them. ] She's quite something, Jack, even you'd agree, [ he notes eventually, his stride purposeful. ]

[ Alex lets Nigel lead since, evidently, Nigel has somewhere in mind that he wants to go and Alex couldn't actually care less. In between his own turns with the device, his hands go back into his pockets. ]

I doubt that.

You don't see it now, but you will, Jack. You will.

[ Despite whatever flaws of character Nigel Colbie has (or perhaps had), there was one thing that he did and did well, and that was love his mother. Arguably, he loved his mother too much, which is why he'd spared a moment's worth of regret for her when it came to the business of lopping of her head. Still, it says something (and something profound), when Nigel tells Jack: ]

It'd would have been a waste if she'd lost her head. I'm glad I never took it.

Eternity, a waste? [ Alex says in a voice that is filled with heavy sarcasm on the word eternity and while wearing a face that says that all of this smacks of sentimentality, which is something he has little taste or use for personally. But the question is still genuine, at least a little, because Alex wouldn't ever have expected this particular useless sentimentality from Nigel. ]

[ Nigel's expression sours at Jack's words. ]

Don't be difficult, [ he says sharply and then allows his face to fall back to its usual amused placidity. ] She's not be wielded. I learned that the last time I was here.

[ Then the beginnings for another smile, complicit in the way it's offered to Jack. ] Saya has her own eternity to inherit.

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