rarely did she do drop in’s. but when she said that she’d find the other if needed, jaira had certainly meant that — cue the vampire currently lounging in the middle of her client’s living room, feet propped up carefully so that the bottom of her boots didn’t brush against the glassed coffee table nor the cloth of the more-than-likely expensive couch. without a glance directed towards the other, jaira raises her finger as if she were prepared to make a point before swiping a few more times against the screen of the device in her hand and tossing it harshly against a couch cushion as soon as she’d finished. “your boy’s a crook. and so are his fake ass servers.” the words came out dull, without feeling. her facial expression had been that of boredom, far from surprise as jaira leaned forward in her seat to relay the information of her latest field trip to lilith’s readily waiting ears. “not to mention that his real name? not charles morrison.” it’s then that she chooses to stand, figuring that pacing would be a better release of energy than remaining confined to the couch. “all of his databases look cute on the outside and tidy on the inside, but his encryption is shit. everything about him is shit. anything he uploads in files regarding his little...interest in you gets sent so easily to my laptop that it’s a little depressing. it’s too fucking easy to be worth my time. which leads me to ask — why would a man who doesn’t clean his messes be interested in a little myth like you?” • @thefirstwcman
