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[dignity_misery]

[This message comes with an image attachment, one which is potentially gory and unpleasant. The scene is of a young boy, squeegeeing up the bloodied entranceway of an Underground establishment.]

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Mmm. [A hum of laughter, it doesn't go much farther than that, the sound half-hearted and tired.] Everyone needs to make a living. Don't they.

[She sighs, quiet for a moment before she adds,]

I need someone to walk my dog.


[[ooc; Carla is actually hoping for someone to walk her dog on a regular basis. She just won't be back above ground to deal with hiring you for a few days.]]

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[dignity_misery]

[The dog was the whole point of this, so she assumed so.]

I'm working.

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[intheblanks]

You're looking for something to smack you around so you don't have to. I said getting out might do you some good, not this.

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[dignity_misery]

I'm paid to smack people around. Occupational hazard.

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[intheblanks]

They paid you to move books around. Paper cuts didn't do it for you?

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[dignity_misery]

I was bored.

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[intheblanks]

And this is the only thing you think can challenge you?

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[dignity_misery]

No.

[It's not challenging.]

But there was business for it.

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[intheblanks]

[Silence at the end of the line, but it's still connected.]

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[dignity_misery]

[Jesus christ...]

Just leave it.

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[intheblanks]

[The response is tight.]

I'm planning on it.

[Planning - trying to convince himself. One of those.]

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[dignity_misery]

[This would silence, but not connected.]