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❛ for a future spy, you might want to get more reliable sources. ❜ now this is just tragic if they really believed that. but it is kat, so she scans over their expression, knows not to underestimate just how fluidly they can bullshit. the demeanor she observes makes her lift an eyebrow curiously, though the glint in her eyes only reads daring. she wants kat to take the bait, to go along and humor her. ❛ kathik vohra trying to get away from all the dirty work ? groundbreaking. you’re honestly so predictable, you’re no fun tonight. ❜ sighs, her back hitting the wall next to them, mimicking the cross of their arms. ❛ but because i’m a good sport, i’ll help. i heard she’s a second year, so that erases a lot of names from your busy mind. ❜ she doesn’t ruffle their hair even if this is what she wants to do.
Kat didn’t protest that they wouldn’t get that far. Getting on the other side of four years was their part of the bargain; they had to. “And here you are, talkin’ to me,” they pointed out. They initiated the conversation but they’ll reframe it to look like she’s the intruder. “Are you suggestin’ there’s a correlation?” Come on, their lie was the oldest in the book. Kat often reshaped themselves in conversation, intentions as murky as polluted water, but they didn’t think Mary put actual weight on anything they said. “Get used to it,” they dismissed. “That’s more your thing. Don’t wanna steal your shine.” Kat wrestled down a chuckle when her arms fold, tearing their eyes away to the horde crushing the ballroom, breathing in all the good air. “So not Parker,” they intoned. Fuck that guy. “Christ, Mariko, should’a kept Connor’s yearbook on me.” They shook their head ruefully. Fuck that guy. “Her? No, her.” They shifted aim to some unfortunate randoms. “Gettin’ any warmer? I might need another hint.” Mary didn’t appreciate it but they were humoring her and they already regretted it.















