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[synanthrope]

[It's already dark, almost midnight when this video starts. There's a wire between the Warehouse and Building Three, suspended from the roof. Saya's boots are just visible in the video, high heeled and clearly belonging to no one else.

There's the sound of wind, too, as she steps out, heel on the wire. She doesn't step all the way so her weight is on it. Just part of the way.]

It's not enough.

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[synanthrope]

For what purpose?

[intheblanks]

[It's tongue-in-cheek but he's interested to see how much she notices.]

Power.

[synanthrope]

[She looks over from the corner of her eye]

I hardly need to do that with you.

[intheblanks]

No?

[Now he leans forward, a little.]

[synanthrope]

No.

[Her smile upturns just a little.]

[intheblanks]

[And he nods, just a fraction.]

How's the suit going?

[synanthrope]

Almost done.

[intheblanks]

Maybe there'll be time for a rope after.

[Kneeling, he offers a hand to help her up.]

[synanthrope]

[She takes it and gets up, unfolding]

[intheblanks]

I was heading out when I caught your broadcast.

[synanthrope]

To?

[intheblanks]

Get a drink.

Want to come?

[synanthrope]

Yes.

[She lifts her feet, one after the other, to adjust her heels, but otherwise she's ready. No purse, but that doesn't matter. Someone will offer her a drink.]

[intheblanks]

[Yes, someone will, and he's switching plans from a dive bar to somewhere with tables and music even as he offers her his elbow.]

[synanthrope]

[She twines her arm around his. Sometimes she moves less like a spider and more like a cat, and tonight is that kind of night, where she knows just were to step to make it look effortless and companionable.]