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[synanthrope]

These days come around and all that happens is that everything gets loud. But there are so many interesting people.

You may come into the Garage as long as you don't touch. Sticky fingers make enormous messes.


[ooc: do what you will!]

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[synanthrope]

Come.

[The word is softer than her last words have been.]

You're not done. Do me up.

[She means her shirt, and her skirt.]

[featherstorn]

[He gives her an amused look, but he does submit terribly well for such a willful pest. The top of each breast receives a kiss from him before her bra is hitched back into place. Quick, warm hands follow to her shirt and its buttons.]

He won't just take pity on her?

[He knows perfectly well that relationship is built on something other than pity but it doesn't stop him from barbing at Carla anyway.]

Like always.

[synanthrope]

[Saya bends her legs back and gets up. She'll need to change into a skirt that isn't stretched out, but for now it'll do.]

Do you think she'll fail?

[featherstorn]

Of course.

[Didn't she always. Every day she continued to breathe was a day she was too cowardly to take her own life. His smile is brief and nasty. He fixes the jeans hang from his hips, they probably were Carla's.]

[synanthrope]

Hope springs eternal.

He won't take pity. I won't let him.

[featherstorn]

Promise?

[A terrible brat, that bird.]

[synanthrope]

Of course.

Find the other for me. I'll break him.

[featherstorn]

[His face lights up. So earnest and excited, like a child. He liked Barbet, rather a lot, but what he liked most was to see Barbet under duress, Barbet frazzled, Barbet annoyed, Barbet moaning. He's never seen him screaming before... It sounds interesting. He chuckles softly before agreeing,]

Yes, Saya.