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VERLAC, Patrick. Patch. twenty-seven. journalist. 8 wisteria lane, chatswin.

[hgkesa]

“Look. I’ve had to deal with a whole load of crap today and I’m not about to take your shit.” She swore, something rare for her but she wasn’t exactly in the best mood today. Glaring up at whoever had just pushed in front of her in the line, she held her ground not intending to back down. All she wanted was to get her coffee, and then leave so she could go back to studying like she’d been trying to do all day; things hadn’t been in her favour though. “So please just move to the back of the line and wait like everyone else.”

[hgkesa]

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Distracted and typing something on his phone, it took him a second to notice the sudden argument that seemed to happen right in front of him. A man, who seemed to be taking advantage at the fact his friend was in line, kept trying to play fool—like just by staying there, he would take the girl who started talking ‘s place. Raising a brow, Patch knew he should’ve simply stay quiet, but he hated that people like that—who thought they were such a smartass. “Hey, mate—why don’t you just hear the girl and get at the back of the line?” Intruding himself on the conversation, he gesticulated with his hand. “We all will get out of here once we get our orders, so be like everyone else and wait for your turn, will ya’?” He watched as the guy frowned at him, but started moving away from his friend. “Sorry…” He then muttered at the girl. “This kind of people kind pisses me off…”

[noraverlac]

past: biology partners

[noraverlac]

{` widens her eyes at the mention of the café right down the street, a small smile breaks across her face as she was now filled with amusement towards this other person— though not enough to bury how much she hates about him being cocky} well, i will be sure to never visit that place again {` though tone still indifferent and stern, she has now sound more…alive, and it was pretty clear that was just a joke} or, lets keep fingers crossed for not having to meet you there since it will actually ruin that place for me, so {` leans back, flipping her pen as an entertainment as she carefully listens to what he said} well interesting background you got there, irish family hm—? {` nods, noting down the small points he made about himself to form how he was as a person, cockiness still though— the girl notes to herself though this time with a slightly softer attitude} and no, no, patch— right? {` drops the pen on the table and rests chin of her hand as she looks up at him} no i dont have a date, and does that concern you in any way? {` tilts her head to a side, a small smirk playing on her lips} well, about me? im nothing much but from a loving family, my dad the sheriff and my mum the pleasant housewife who stays home and does all sorts of thing that makes her happy— other than that i dont know what to say, guess im quite bland of a person… 

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( ; raises a brow at her statement about not going to the café and laughs softly—well, that sounded like a joke, though he was kind surprised at how she was suddenly less… randomly mad at his presence. it sounded more amusing ) If it’s your favorite place, I don’t see how I could ruin it for you—though let’s be honest: it’s quite impossible to ignore me, right? ( ; plays with his pen on the table, taking his eyes off her for a small second as he looked around and saw the other interacting with their lab partners ) – ( ; everyone seemed entertained, at least ) Yeah, Irish family ( ; nods, looking at her once again ) Oh? ( ; smirks at her direct answer, noticing the change on her expressions—the indifference was kind there, but it had suddenly changed for a small second—like she was… flirting back? no, he was definitely crazy to even think about it ) – ( ; laughs the idea out, shaking his head ) Well, not my concern, but pretty impressive how one of the most interesting girls of our year doesn’t have a date yet—how is that even possible, I guess ( ; shrugs, pretending that wasn’t nothing much, but—in fact—was such a great piece of information. maybe, just maybe, he could have a chance… though he doubt that fairly )

( ; feels a sudden cold feeling once the mention of her father being the sheriff—that wasn’t good, but he needed to act cool ) Well, that’s still interesting ( ; nods slowly, thinking ) Anything else to add to that? What do you wanna do when getting out of school? ( ; asks innocently, not noticing he is the only one making questions. well, he liked her, after all, that wasn’t exactly a secret as he kept annoying her, so no surprise in taking the chance of knowing more about her )

[noraverlac]

past: biology partners

[noraverlac]

now can we cut those crap off and really start working {` she groans, not even bothering to look up at him as she scribbles his answer on the paper, counting the number of question he answered until they can fulfil the basic requirement} so, nora, to read and to listen to music, the café right down the corner that nobody really knows and i dont know..i am not really picky about food but i will go with desserts of any kind {` raises a brow, though still not bothered enough to look up at her partner— yet is still completely aware of how all the other girls are having their eyes pinned on him} for favourite color i would say burgundy. {` finally, she decided to quickly tilt her head, studying his face — the girl cant help but to let out a sigh of wonder, well damn he is pretty cute} so, lets move on— tell me something more, something more random i would say since i dont really have anymore questions but something more and we will be done, so bear with me for a while 

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( ; listens carefully to everything she says and opens his notebook, deciding on taking notes just to avoid the idea of her complaining about him not doing it right ) – ( ; thinks on interrupt when she mentions the café, but decides to leave it for later since she was listing everything ) – ( ; looks up from his notes to her pretty much at the time she is looking at him and smiles, raising an eyebrow ) About the café, though ( ; finally starts talking again ) Pretty hard to say that nobody really knows, because I actually go there either before or after class to get something ( ; shrugs. she didn’t ask, that was right—but why not simply say it ) That could be the random I’m supposed to talk ( ; chuckles ) But ok, I’ll be fair… ( ; keeps his arms against the table, trying to think on something to say about himself ) I come from an Irish family—but I trained not to use the accent that much. It makes me sound like my dad and we’re not exactly an example of family ( ; says it casually, eyeing her ) What about you? Anything random, yet that could be useful? Like—do you have a date for prom or anything like that? ( ; smirks at her, back on his cocky self. It was only fair that he would show such a good side of him and, still, be able to ruin it at becoming the exactly kind of guy she seemed to hate )

[magicalswans]

pull aways leads to hugs

[noraverlac]

past: biology partners

[noraverlac]

{` her eyes lazily travels to the lab partner (she supposed) that was speaking a moment ago, only for her eyes to widen under the shock of seeing the other} 

its you… {` groans softly, rolls her eyes at the thought of having to deal with such person whom she hates the most— it was not at all personal, she just dislike this type of cocky playboy that just does whatever he want with his face, his damn cute face} well, you have missed the chance of switching your seat with someone who have the hot girl as a lab partner, so i suppose that means you are stuck with me {` with that said, the girl curses under her breath softly, hating the fact that she could run (at least the other boys in this class seemed nicer) but missed the chance to} so, we have to do this report about our partners at this very moment and i will have to know more about you, {` sits up, picking up her pen knowing how this is something she better not fight against since she has no power to go against the teacher’s will anyways} so, to start us off, tell me something about yourself, name, hobby, favourite place to go, favourite food, color…. {` nods at each question she managed to throws out to him, tone a little to indifferent, the tip of the pen in between her lips as she mumbles}

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It’s me? ( ; he laughs quietly, his eyebrow raising as he watched her expressions changing from shock to indifference—and yet, that’s what makes him more amused ) Oh, I don’t see a point, I am already with the hottest girl as a lab partner ( ; says that casually, resting his head on the palm of his head, as his elbow was on the table. he doesn’t blush or seem different saying that, it was like he’s simply saying today’s a sunny day ) Well, that will be interesting then… ( ; smirks, sitting up better as she just threw random questions at him ) Patch. Playing bass, reading, driving. I don’t think I have a favorite place, yet. Anything Italian… and green… pretty much like the shade of your eyes ( ; doesn’t help the random comment, with a sweet smile on his face this time ) Ok, your turn ( ; shrugs, playing with his pen. he doesn’t have the intention of taking notes of that—he’s sure that anything about that girl he would just get to know and remember just to annoy her )

[noraverlac]

past: biology partners

{` it was the second she walks into the lab with a new seating plan projected on the board when she knows that this would be a disaster for both herself and her new lab partner.} — {` walking over to her seat she realise that the other has not arrive— though it was clear that class is going to start any moment soon} oh, so not such a biology enthusiast i suppose {` mumbles to herself as her slender fingers tap on the desk, cant help but to wonder how her lab partner for the rest of the year would be like, hoping for him to not be the other senior that kept on harassing her the other day— more like girls falling head over heel for him that annoys her most, but she guess with that face and bad-boy personality she understands the reason why} — {` it was an introductory lesson therefore she can manage to zone off into her own thoughts, while hearing fragments of the teacher’s speech of how they are suppose to research or interview the lab partner to know them better, though he is still nowhere to be seen} — {` snickers, knowing how that would be an exceptionally hard task for the straight A student like her to achieve}

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( ; late as always, the guy walks faster—but still calm—to his biology class. usually, he would just walk exceptionally slower, but that was the first class of the new semester, so he guessed it would be good if he managed to get there not too late ) – ( ; walks by a few other senior, mostly girls, and simply ignores them greeting him—that was the kind of attitude he held anyways. and still, that would attract those girls to him. they always loved the bad guys, he knew that ) – ( ; as he walks into the classroom, he notices the teacher was already talking ) Apologies… ( ; mutters as he takes a look on the board and sees his new seat arrangement ) May I come in? ( ; asks the teacher with his nicer tone—though he acted like a rebel, it didn’t mean he wasn’t a good student. he was smart, not the best or straight A kind of student, but still good. he was a bully to others, but to teachers, he was a normal guy—or so was the image he passed. normal and always late ) – ( ; with the agreement and roll of eyes—yet with a smile—of the older woman, patch walks to his seat and, stops for a small second ) No freaking way ( ; he thinks, already putting on a smirk on his face as he slid and takes his seat next to the blonde girl )

If I knew you were my new biology partner I’d not be late at all ( ; he mutters to her—harassing her as he did earlier that week. she was pretty—beautiful, actually—and though he didn’t admit, he liked her… especially because she wasn’t like the other girls who threw themselves on him ) So… What did I miss so far? ( ; whispers at her, seeing the teacher stopped talking about whatever they were supposed to do and saw their classmates talking randomly )

[wumingsflower]

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Killian Jones in 4.15 “Poor Unfortunate Soul” (x)

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the boy next door ,

[noraverlac]

she stops. what the actual fuck.

 “are we actually going to fight about this, now,” it was the time that was ticking by that has flamed her annoyance. “this is the reason why we wont ever work, patrick! we are never near compatible with each other” nora found herself not being able to control her speech ( more like anger she gained from his ), though only wondering if he would feel hurt by what she has said— since the girl herself was still feeling a tad of sadness stirring in her stomach— probably about how those words are actually legit, the most accurate description of their relationship even. 

“consider me being the unfortunate one here, patrick” nora balls her hands up into two small fists, apparently trying her hardest to plainly suppress all the emotion “why wont you just let me sign that piece of god damn paper and get it over with if you are so tired of me” her tone almost hurt— though she would hate for the other to notice as her pride wont allow so— the girl is just too tired to hide it today. it was almost hard for her to plainly stand there still to listen to his words that hurts more than it ever does to her vulnerable self, therefore to walk away would be the best choice— since to run away from problems was her forte— according to him.

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It takes Patrick a few seconds to notice what suddenly started going on. In all honestly, he had no idea how his words could get her so—mad? Or was that more like hurt? Somehow, he could hear the pain in her voice, so maybe that made more sense. This is the reason why we won’t ever work, we’re never near compatible. Though his bad choice of words and sarcasm had caused her to just storm at him like that, he doesn’t help in feeling a bit—hurt himself with what she says. Besides, he disagreed on that.

“I didn’t say you’re the unfortunate one, I said our first meeting here was an unfortune—because of the arresting me thing.” Patrick points that out calmly, looking straight at her. In a second, he walks towards her and stops a way too close—enough to probably make her uncomfortable. He was about to answer about the divorce papers when he decides not to. His pride had messed up a lot for a few minutes of talking, so he simply let go. “Don’t say I am the one tired of you. I am not. And you’d had noticed that if you hadn’t built a damn wall to protect yourself from me.” With that said, he breaths loudly to calm himself and turn his back. “Have a good day at work, will ya’? Sorry for making you later.”

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the boy next door ,

[noraverlac]

two years apart from each other has almost washed off the familiarity between the two of them, except for the fact that she would still stare into the lock screen of her phone (which apparently is still a photo of him, of them) and dwell in the almost overwhelming sweetness of all the memories before it all gone downhill. “dont take it personal, although i think it would only make sense it you did—” she frowns, almost feeling frustrated at not being able to make sense out of her words “i mean, after all, my soon-to-be-ex husband has managed to track me down and move in right next to me, neighbour” the short chat between the two has been lasting longer than she would expect it to be— and to be frank this does not appeal to nora quite a lot, seeing how she is already late to work 

“see, patch—” frowns before she starts again “please dont take this personal, really— i would like to help you..” not, the girl continued— though in her mind “…but im really running late to work, so i guess you’ve been right about lacking of luck for the past since you could have picked a better day to move in…”…or not move in at all, once again nora completed the comment in her mind as she decided that it would only be the best if it stays to herself.

she walks away after bidding a short goodbye, it was surly once in a thousand year where she feels rather relieved for not having to stay home and to actually work.

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“Oh, don’t worry. I am taking it personal, but I’ll just pretend I don’t—because I am nice and for the sake of it.” It’s what he says. It was inevitable—how not to take it personal when it clearly was, because of their past, because of their relationship? Yet, Patrick just smiles, trying to make that easier for both of them—he still needed to keep going with that annoying cocky and flirty kind of attitude anyways. “But le’mme just remind you that you’re the one who tracks people down—not me…” He points out, shrugging. “I just knew you lived in this city—knowing the exact place was a total coincidence by seeing you with your daughter and her father around here…” Once defending himself, his voice trailing off, he drops the serious expression and goes back on smiling.

“Also, Nora…” He starts with the sarcasm, taking a box on his arms after her turning his ‘invitation’ down. “Don’t be so full of yourself, ‘k. I am already in lucky since I arrived in Chatswin—besides the unfortunate event of when we met again, of course.” Patrick piles the few boxes on his porch, making it easy to get them inside.

[breeef]

Visit Original Link

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Cause if one day you wake up and find that you’re missing me, And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be, Thinking maybe you'd come back here to the place that we'd meet, And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.

[mpfreyr]

ikea.

ah, ikea. the best store ever. he waltzed into the store, eager to find a new bookcase for his living room so that he could organize his novels and his textbooks. but of course, he got distracted. ikea was a horrible place and of course, he got distracted by al the comfortable beds in the bedroom part of ikea. He flopped on the bed close by and rolled around on it. “Oooh~” he exclaimed. He felt no guilt.

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There just to get a few things for his new place, Patrick walked around the store. He knew how that kind of places got him distracted with a lot to look at, so it was expected when he started seeing the bedroom department. Patch got himself thinking on a few decoration he could give to his own bedroom when heard a man flopping on the bed beside the small space he was. With a brow raised, he chuckled at the man. “I guess that bed is really good, right, mate?”

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the boy next door ,

[noraverlac]

she woke up with a bad feeling of things not going in her way at all. first it was the cold water streaming out from the tap thats supposed to be supplying her with warm water, then it was the coffee machine breaking down, lastly it was the clock stopping to work and she is not extremely late. omen she said. 

nora hasnt even got the time to change into something decent before time is running short until her next shift comes, and this might lead her to being late— which she abhors. this morning was not at all peaceful, with all the boxes unloading to the empty house next door— probably a new neighbour and she should most definitely bake some new cookies, nora noted to self as she rushes out of the house, though stopping herself at the sight of her new neighbour (which is not exactly the best thing to start her day with) “hi…patch— neighbour? are you moving here, hey what part of moving in is one month”

she decided that running late would be inevitable

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The sound of the deadline he had given himself in staying in Chatswin makes him frown a bit—it was true, he had mentioned to her about that the other day at the station… even though at that point he was already planning in moving in. “Well—I guess that means I’m putting up an extension.” He simply says, his shoulders shrugging, making a face.

“You don’t look happy on seeing me, should I take this personal, Nora?” Patrick seemed to like to poke on her wounds—though he had not that plenty idea of how she really felt around him. All he knew was: she acted different around him, mostly annoyed—pretty much like when they were just biology partners in high school.

“On a side note, however, I’m pretty sure we will have a pleasant time by living so close… what a coincidence, don’t you think?” Clearly joking on that, he places his hands on his hips, looking around the boxes he had there and still needed to put inside. “You busy? I could use a hand…”

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the boy next door ,

8 Wisteria Lane, that was his new house, which now seemed the right to get. At first, when he had arrived in Chatswin, his plans were clear and straight: finish what they had started in the past (in other words, get separated for reals with the divorce), even being against it, and go away from her life forever. Things had obviously changed after a few factors, which could be easily described in “he still had strong feelings for his wife and seeing her had made them come up to the surface”. Especially when he had seen her around that same neighborhood with the daughter and the other man.

Now moving a few more boxes on the house’s porch—he had brought pretty much everything he had at that point, decorating the house exactly as it was the one he got himself in New Jersey during the last two years—Patrick hears the other house’s door opening. Quickly as ever, with a smirk showing on his face as it would always do when seeing her, his eyes meet hers—his hand then going up in a greeting. “Hello neighbor!” Had he just moved into the next door of his soon to be ex-wife? Obviously.

[noraverlac]

here we go again;

[noraverlac]

his reply to her made her silence, could that possibly mean something else? it was faint, but the girl can most certainty seek the trace of sadness in his voice— for he is the one she woke up to for three years straight until everything went downhill. “hey, im immune to all of that” nora mumbles, while scrunching her nose— finding it frustrating to get that thought off her mind. “so dont waste your breath, and oh?” she raises her brow, clearly interested at what he mentioned about the duration of his stay.

“a month..” she muses after him, the two simple words consists of a mix of feelings, both happy and a tad of disappointment “..so we better get the papers signed quickly.” she collects herself, not letting the smallest hint of her unwillingness and lingering of feelings for the other to show. she turns away from him— mostly to hide her expression from him since he would always notice when she is telling lies— but to also bail him out. “if i bail you out now, will you stop harassing me?” and with a quick sign on the papers, the routine was done and he should be free for now, though a sudden urge of not wanting to let him out so soon has hit her she still manages to free him from the cell— now he can go wherever he wants. “now, go before i change my mind”

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“No one is harassing you here, Nora.” He turns to look at her, his cocky smile back on his face. In a few more seconds, the cell was open and Patrick, walking free—though he clearly had to simply stop in front of her. Though he doesn’t really force it, he could breathe the scent of her perfume… the same one she used when they met, the same one when they were married—the one he loved to be able to smell. That sent a few shivers down his arms, though that was pretty hidden with his jacked covering any sight of them. “A month,” he says again, starting to walk again and letting his hand brush on hers, passing by her a way too close.

With his back turned at her, he smiled kind convinced and also sad. He really wanted things to just get back on normal, but that was quite impossible. She made a mistake, but he did a lot of worse by announcing what he would do as a payback—and having it done, of course. Patrick didn’t like losing—and he knew that his pride would tear them apart at some point. Maybe that was it, he just couldn’t bring himself into saying the real things he wanted. Turning his head lightly at her, Patch sends her a smile—a true one this time. “It was good to see you, Mrs. Verlac. Looking for our next possible random meeting,” it’s what he says before getting out of the station.

[colinandjosh]

[noraverlac]

here we go again;

[noraverlac]

“doing..what thing” she questions, almost sounding innocent— except of the fact that she isnt. to speak non-stop has been a bad habit of hers and only would the closest person with her would know— and in that case, patch is the closest person with her. “and oh, believe me, everything has changed..”

without you here, the loneliness, the sleepless night thinking about you, wondering if you are doing well, maybe way better without a woman like me, patrick..everything is different without you..

quickly, the girl collects her thoughts together and stopped herself from dwelling on the sorrow as what he said next has caught her attention “and an interesting fact would be” she said, studying a file in her hands as she approaches the cell “..the fact that i am off shift in another few hours, so tough luck again my friend. it does seem to me that today is not your lucky day, but i should seriously consider your idea seeing what a few hundred bucks can bring me— hours of peace” she mutters, while placing her hands on the grids, studying her husband— and soon to be ex-husband, he was right, not much has changed— he still looks good, handsome as always, though she misses his eyes the most, as his pair of eyes was weirdly similar with the ones of riley’s (and its only now when she realised)— no one’s eyes has ever been as clear as theirs. “and if you do think i would still fall for your flirty self like how i did for the first meeting, you are underestimating me, partrick”

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Now not helping a frown at her, Patrick quietly stares at her, his face leaning against the grid while he watches her. “Ye’, it seems I’m lacking of lucky lately—the last two years to be exactly.” He smiles almost sadly, though that expression quickly changes fast—he didn’t want her to notice how he had been feeling. Even when, looking into her eyes, he concluded that he wasn’t doing as well as he was… there was still a chance and he would try it. It clearly would be harder than the first time, once she knew all his moves and sayings, but that didn’t stop his mind into processing.

“On another point, you’ll have as many hours of peace as you wish once I’m gone again. I’m staying here for just a month.” Verlac smirks, not that cocky this time, his shoulders raising lightly. “Oh, beautiful, I know you could fall for it sooner or later.” He whispers, tilting his head. “You didn’t like my flirty self when we were younger either, yet, you fell for it later. Now, you hate it—again, things can always change.” Winking at that, he laughs softly. “Anyways—so are you bailing me out?” He then changes his face again, moving a bit away from the grid.

[noraverlac]

here we go again;

[noraverlac]

she turns to him— he is still the same, that playful smirk and never serious tone would always be around— and nora is completely aware of how that would be just to annoy her “well how about this, as you have said before, pleasant touch, not much conversation” she almost have to control herself for not walking there and expressing how much she has missed him and how miserable she has been— fighting for the guard alone, without him next to her, the latter was affecting her the most though.”and i do believe staying in the cell quietly and learning your lesson does just the same, so” she trails off, returning to her paperwork before deciding to start talking again— there are so much she wanted to tell him, yet it so happens that all the words coming out are the completely opposite of how she feels. 

“you will have to tell me the contact of someone who can bail you out of here, or you are staying here with me, i mean..in this cell, with me out here..” nora frowns, realising how her old self has reappeared along with him reappearing in her life— the side of nora verlac that nobody knows except for him, since she has been trying hard to conceal the side of her that blabbers when she feels nervous. “but i think the only person in relation with you is me..so, tough luck my friend, dont think im going to bail you out” nora crosses her arms, leaning back on the chair, with legs crossed “i mean..its not that i want to stay with you here, alone…god i just want to say im not that nice, and i did not intend for that alone part to happen, but yes patch i should stop speaking in three..two…one”

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It was helpless—Patrick just smiles at her non-stop talking, though deep inside he is laughing really hard. He wished that he didn’t need to hide how amused he was, but that was what he needed to do. He needed to seem good enough now—thing he never really considered himself—just to prove her a point: that he could do ok with or without her. That was clearly a lie, but what didn’t pride do to people?

“Hey.” He finally says, his smile still there as he placed his head against the grids. “You’re doing that thing again—blabbering. It seems nothing changed that much, did it?” With his cocky side coming up, he tilts his head, watching on her carefully. For some reason, she didn’t seem as happy as she looked when he first noticed her in the city—but that could be also because she wasn’t pleased in seeing him. Or he could be wrong and she was just making that thing she usually did, building a wall to cover what she had been really feeling lately.

“Well—that’s indeed true…” Patch frowns with that thought. “But I don’t think it would be so bad to stay here, as long as you’re there… though there is plenty space for both of us on this side, you should come, look, there is a bench!” Again, with that flirty face of his, he gesticulates to the cell around him. “Or you could bail me out and don’t see me again till… we get that stuff done. That not so fun stuff, I might add.”