DATE: january 12th, 1:10am LOCATION: dining hall STATUS: closed for @vindictagloria
“dearest marci.” the boy’s singing, perching on the table that the woman was sitting in front of, his long legs dangling off the ledge with weight rested on his hands, leaned back casually to look at the woman.
“busy, busy night, no?” he tilts his head, posture lax though there’s a sharpness under the drawl of his words. “i can’t quite see you cutting wires around the train, though - are you sure you haven’t just been sipping your tea here while we did all the grunt work?”
a sigh, heavy and overdramatic, head tipped back as he brings a knee to his chin, keeping the other dangling from the table, nudging the woman slightly with the swing of his feet.
“though i suppose it doesn’t matter, no? the stratum threes take the fall for you and our favourite ringleader gets to perform all free and pretty when we reach vegas.” the words drip off his tongue like honey, like blood.
“do save me a performance or two, won’t you? i’ll be out of my cage soon enough to join you on the big stage.”
