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[pulitzerpanther]

"so many things are done instinctively, the way a bee makes honey or a fox dips his paws in a stream to fool dogs."

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“Hmm, now that you mention it,” Cat hums, eyes barely slitting as if she’s thinking to herself, “You do look a bit like a fox don’t you?”

[pulitzerpanther]

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"If I didn't know any better," The straw faintly clinks against the edge of her unmarred glass, reflection of the spear end that once held its crown of an olive catching along its shine. The sort of glass hotels stock in spades to appear rich, when they got them two cents off a dollar overseas, shipped with frigid sheets and career regret. Eyes flick up before settling forward in a hum. "I'd think you were following me."

[tiarawcman]

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“Oh.  I thought you were dead.  I guess I’m out of luck.”

[mindthemuse]

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So we’re just really starting to write after admiring each other for so long. And much of it is my fault, I’ve got Jane the Virgin on my watch list and I’d like to see the first few seasons (it sounds like the latest season is something to watch out for) because it sounds unique and fabulous.Parker is very sweet and very understanding and super willing to adapt to what I don’t know. Their Rose is wonderful and JtV is going to have to live up their interpenetration of the character for me. That’s kinda of a high bar to do, now. 

[mindthemuse]

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Clarice finds herself trying to impress Rose far more than she does with most people. Part of this is simply trying to gain an ally in Miami in dealing with the Sin Rostro case with the local officials giving the cold shoulder. 

Rose has also entered in the time of Clarice’s life where the high of catching Jame Gumb is in her system and still remembered in the national news cycle. Starling has very high hopes for herself and she’s finally broke into the middle class and she’s settling in well. 

Sure, she’s not a lawyer nor the wife of wealthy husband, but her money is her own and she doesn’t have to nail bite expenses anymore. 

[deincs-main]

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She is always surprised when the fox shows up.  She is.  Sometimes she doesn’t show it (she does.  she always shows it.  luisa couldn’t control her facial expressions if she tried, and most of the time she’s not trying), but she is surprised.  She keeps a look out, you know.  Because she wants to see her.  And she wants to see her before she randomly shows up.  But catching a fox is really, really hard. Her father should know.  He’s been hunting them. Maybe that’s part of the surprise, too.  She shouldn’t be here! “What’s wrong?”  Her eyes widen and she steps forward, cautious.  “You’re here.  So I need you.  So something’s wrong.  Can you tell me?  Do you need to hide?  Is there a good place to hide around here?”

[tiarawcman]

“Glad to see you’re out of prison.”

No, she’s not.  Rhea liked the other crime lord being in prison.  She had not missed their little chats.  She leans back in her chair.  “What do you want?”

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Starling will always consider herself a Southerner. There’re condensations with that label that carries baggage, but it's the truth. West Virginia. Born and raised to develop enough tastes to get confused when living in Montana or anywhere North of Dixie.

Miami is something else; sure, it's past the Dixie Line, way past Dixie, but it's a mishmash of Yankee and Southerner and she feels less confused in the recent days than anywhere else. It's just the taste for pastel that makes her just sigh.

There's an issue down here, whispers of a Cartel that the locals have desperately attempted to keep out of Washington and failed. When Clarice talked to Ardelia about it, her friend's dark eyes lit up with a brief smile. She knew someone who knew someone down in Miami who'd make it easier. Sure, lawyers were seen with some suspicion by locals, but the FBI needed allies.

Rose Solano was a well-known lawyer in Miami, but better known as a socialite in the recent years, and an ally that she could use in easing herself into the Sin Rostro situation. And while Starling had her particulars in dealing with traditional crime, drifting ever further from her original passion, a success might bring her back to where she wanted. So, at the agreed upon time Clarice Starling looked out of place in her FBI darks at the All-Day cafe while preparing herself for the brief meeting.

Not that Clarice ever cared. Even as the other woman approached and she stood up, slight, bright eyed, and golden. "Ms. Solano, I assume? Or do you still prefer a business name in these matters?" Clarice has a warm smile despite the warmth slowly dying to flames of anger in her career. Not Rose's problem now, was it?