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[dignity_misery]

[Settled back on her couch, Carla is fussing with a split lip with her tongue absentmindedly and shuffling through a series of photos like it's a hand of cards.]

I've got a Rosella barbecue, a cowboy with a gun in his eye, a few pairs of little boys getting up close and personal with each other, practically autoerotic. And... [She holds up a picture of M. Eames.] On a scale of 1 to 7, where are we going with this?

[She clearly hasn't accounted for all the pictures she was holding, but she puts the rest aside, moving on to another set.]

The rest are mine. [She holds one up briefly.] I haven't seen some of these in over half a decade. [She doesn't sound entirely pleased about that, and sits back again with a frown to look through them.] They've got a date with my garbage disposal.

[As one last distracted note she adds,] I didn't pick up anything of yours this time, Rapahel, I'm disappointed.

//private to 'the lady of lannister'

[She displays the picture she's found.]

Do you want it? Or should I add it to the pile to be disposed of?

[[ooc; Here is what's up for grabs if you want it.]]

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[dignity_misery]

[Her smile is a little thin and cold. That's a very good question.]

Would you like to find out?

[othersdie]

[He doesn't like that smile. And no, he doesn't actually want to find out.]

Yes.

[dignity_misery]

I can go first, if you like.

[She's really incapable of not mocking him.]

[othersdie]

[She would hardly be Carla if she stopped mocking him.]

Fine. [And he shows a picture of snuggly Carla and Blonde. Carla's also cuddling something that looks vaguely dog-like to Justin.] I can't imagine you being so comfortable and unguarded.

[dignity_misery]

[She tilts her head. Does not compute. That... is not the worst thing she could have imagined. But the fact that she hadn't really imagined something like that at all is probably what strikes her the most. She wonders how many pictures like it are floating around... Look at how small Rex is in that picture...]

I'm sure you can't imagine sleeping with me either.

[othersdie]

[If Carla's goal was to startle him, good job!]

Wh--no, I can't.

[dignity_misery]

[For once, she actually wasn't... The intention was the make the point about her relationship with Blonde being vastly different, but she gives Justin an amused and unsurprised look.]

You can keep that, if you want.

[othersdie]

[They couldn't be more different. Odd, isn't it, how the two City psychopaths seem to have a healthier relationship than two supposedly normal teenage boys.]

No thank you.

[dignity_misery]

[She smiles faintly, going through her pile of pictures for Justin's little... moment.]

A friend of yours?

[othersdie]

No. Burn that.

[dignity_misery]

You think that's necessary?

[othersdie]

Throwing it away would be just as good.

[dignity_misery]

[She laughs.]

All right.

[othersdie]

[A laughing Carla is a suspicious Carla.]

What?

[dignity_misery]

[It amuses her, to make others suspicious.]

I'll do it.

[othersdie]

Thank you, Carla.

[dignity_misery]

You're welcome.