@asherwelles
“Oh, yeah. Bones. That’s something,” he returns with the bare minimum amount of interest, throwing in the bonus of raised eyebrows for accentuation of how that’s as good as any reason to send someone off to the contract farm. He’s not a bleeding heart for any of them, but that’s a new reason for him. Less said on it the better, more focus on his phone’s notes is even better than that. “And now here you are…” It feels almost as much punishment as having bad bone structure. He dreads to ask, but there’s only so much he can think of adding into his notes app as distraction. “Atticus sent you here to kill time?” Funny way of saying annoy.
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"here i am." her expression turns bright, a flower suddenly facing the sun, though it seems to have the radiant blue glow of a phone screen. there were plenty of sets she might have ended up on, but this was the one she chose. she turns his question over, scrutinizing it for equal parts trap and bait. if atticus expressed interest of course she was curious. but she was't led by the nose.
"i have access to more sets that just this one." she states the obvious to draw her line in the sand, a friendly reminder. "i happen to like our conversations ashton, they're intellectually stimulating."














