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Oct 16, 2019 4:38 PM
you'd do anything, anything at all, to stop being bored.
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"Are you going to say that?"

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"Nah. Don't know that you're really wrong."

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"So. I work with you."

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"...sure. Okay."

He looks him over.

"But you're gonna blow our cover."

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"I am capable of acting."

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"Yeah, but, like..."

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"Have a little faith, Watson."

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"On what basis?"

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He reaches up and unbuttons one button of his shirt.

The transformation which goes with it is complete. He takes on a different attitude altogether; more relaxed, more ordinary, less precision in his movements, less economy. His smile is friendly, casual, with just the hint of an odd quirk at the corner; his eyes are bright and laughing. He looks like someone having fun.

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"Well, fuck."

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"What do you think? Will I do OK?"

The French accent is gone, too, replaced by a hint of California. He's enunciating less, speaking less like a public service announcement on loudspeakers and more like a real actual human being.

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"–yeah, fine, for sure."

He looks a little unnerved.

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And he's back.

"Good."

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It's kind of creepy watching him be a normal person. He kind of prefers it the other way.

 

"...can I go to sleep now?"

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"If you must."

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He slips past him and waves as he heads down the hall to his room.

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The moment he's inside, he crashes on his bare mattress and falls asleep.

It's been a hell of a day.

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Sleep is for people who don't have methamphetamines.

 

He returns home in the late morning, shirtless under a leather jacket, all glitter and eye shadow and bite marks.

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Z is halfway through making an omelette, missing his own shirt, and sort of blindsided by the state of his roommate.

 

"...uh. Re...search?"

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"Establishing connections. Alone."

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"Hell of a set of connections."

He has found himself incapable of looking away from the – well, the bite marks, but honestly the whole picture.

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"It would be suspicious, to know no one at the club."

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"I mean...people ever show up in the scene for the first time..."

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He is alerted to his mistakes by the smell of smoking oil. He swears quietly and tries to salvage his eggs.

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