#playingaheistinggame

[spoocyy]

@playingaheistinggame cont. from here

“The only thing I’m hiding is whatever romantic feelings that exist for an ahem crewmate and other files that I’ve requested Locke to dispose of via water bath should I kick the bucket.”

Joy blinked for a second, then picking back up her trail of thought.

“Oh, and about a metric fuckton of ‘subtle’ graphic t-shirts. Ugh.”

What kind of files could this little hacker possibly have that she wants erased in a worst case scenario? Oh, Spook was definitely going to have a crack at finding them later.

She skipped past the t-shirt thing, deciding she’d probably prefer not to know what horrible clothes the girl had, and chose to latch on to the first statement. “Now it looks like I definitely have to bother you. Romance brewing in the Payday gang? I’ll need to put that in my file.” By ‘file’, she means ‘private information for personal use’. She was never one to respect others’ privacy.

[vape-x-mirrors-blog]

(playingaheistinggame) “What do you think you’re doing to him?” (let’s assume Joy is talking to someone messing with bain...)

He looked back and forth from Joy to the Murky that had a firm grip on his shoulder. Newly being in a wheelchair wasn’t the best way to gain his orientation back, but he wasn’t concerned about himself. 

He was concerned about Joy. 

“Just.. discussing things with the poor old man, that’s all.” He spoke with a grin, cutting a glance to the younger girl.  

“Hey, sweetheart.. What’ya need?” Bain was speaking as calmly as he could, but he was nervous about the man.  

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[playingaheistinggame] "Houston...? jacket punched the shit out of me."

He looks up, immediately grabbing a medical pack after hearing ‘Jacket punched’ purely out of reflex. 

“Oh jesus.. how hard and where?..”