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Jolly Roger Pirate Flag Waving
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"Do you collect more than just the pigeons? Or is there, like. Anything that you, uh. Haven't found yet that you're really looking for?" He sounds politely curious, if not authentically curious. He is Trying His Best. He sits down. Near enough to hold conversation but not so close that he
"Oh! NoโI'm not that into pigeons," he says, though he flicks through a couple more pictures, names the breeds of pigeon depicted by the little figures. "I collect capsule toys. This is the 'global plump pigeon' line, I have all of them." He sets his PHS down, then pops open the bag on his thigh, โ
"Didn't order it that way. They fucked it up. Yours now." Leaning back in the seat. Casually.
she gives him another little glare, wrinkling her nose and sticking her tongue out. "Saying that I like you a bunch won't make it come true, you know," she says, peering at the coffee offered, "Well why'd you make it so sweet?" But she takes it anyway, drinking a small sip.
ooc. I did sad solo on Biggs the other day. What if sad solo on Reno today?
"Sure, yeah. Up and over, let's go." Reno darts through the alley, grabbing the lowest rung of a ladder that hangs down from the building nearby. With an unnatural speed, he climbs up the ladder, onto the roof, which gives him a vantage point on what's going on around them. "Quick question --
"I've been told it's one of my more endearing qualities." Though they tried to give him half a smirk, the sound of pursuit getting closer immediately dashed it. "Hopefully you've already got an escape route planned? Multiple?" Even though they'd asked the question they weren't really โ
laying casually on the couch in Rufus's office.
"Nah, you just like me too much." sliding into a seat across from her and setting a cup of coffee down in front of her. "Take this. It's too sweet."
instantly whips her head around to shoot off a glare at whoever dared to laugh, hand held up and still clutching her burrito as though she was about to throw it at the offender's head "... you're lucky I wouldn't waste a good burrito on you, dickhead."
"What the fuck?" Reno takes a second -- maybe less, half a second, maybe -- to assess the scene. He'd been told that this was a quick job. That this wouldn't be a challenge, especially for seasoned Turks, so he hadn't been entirely on guard. On guard, sure, he always is, but not like he'd been
crashed right into him. "Reno!" Taking a precious moment to catch her breath, she glanced over her shoulder and then back at him. "We need to go. Likeโฆ now. I don't know what tipped them off but we need to get as scarce as possible."
"Is that a compliment? Because I don't need it." Taking the shot.
"you know, you're not that annoying when you're quiet." sliding a shot towards him.
Okay. This, somehow, is not the strangest experience Reno has had involving Amos, so he's pretty content with this. He eyes each of the pictures with a slightly raised eyebrow, head tilting. "Huh. So you're . . . pretty into studying pigeons, then. You ever considered having them as pets, or. . ."
"Wellโalmostโ" he leans his PHS towards himself at a funky angle while he scrolls through his gallery. Presumably trying to prevent peeping. Who knows what's in there. "Here we go! Soโ" he shows the screen. It's...it's a plastic figure of a pigeon sitting in Amos' palm. "That one's a standard โ
[ Awake. Alive. Clocked into work. But at what cost. ]
"Wasn't just the job. Hell, if not for Mr. President, I don't think I'd be doing this job at all anymore."
"Wasn't going to. And I'd be a hypocrite besides." Takes another sip. "Some jabs just hit harder than others."
"You don't gotta tell me I lost my temper. I already know."
Nods when her drink shows up and takes a sip. Doesn't havs anything to offer, no quips or jokes. Just quietly offering her presence.
he is nursing a whiskey that he does not seem terribly interested in drinking. quietly.
Slinks up to the seat beside him and signals an order to the bartender.
it's just a bar. He spends a lot of time in those.
Presses x to doubt. And just quietly shadows him.