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𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑳𝑨𝑽𝑬.
…for the time being.

Would he like her to leave?
Not presently, no.
Well, hopefully I ain’t keepin ya from doing what you need to.
I had a feeling you’d come around.
I’m a busy woman.
Mm. You again? Thought you’d run off.
Man after my heart, here.
Yes, Parker has always been very generous with their perception of her. She’s not sure anyone else would agree that she’s a good candidate for ruling the world.

“What have you done in my absence? Aside from pester the uninitiated.”

She’s changing the subject.
“Active investigation?”

Asks the woman, sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the crime scene. Too…uptown to be here, but she is anyways.

“I’m visiting a friend. They live through here.”

And stealing a peek at this active crime scene, but that’s not important.
@comeswithblades.bsky.social

“Freeze!” I yell, although it seems like she refuses to listen. “You’re trespassing on an active investigation - - don’t take another step.”
Man after my heart, here.
Hungover - -

Waffles. Chocolate chip. Black coffee.
Where does the time go…

“Ah, fret not. It would be easily neutralized anyhow.”

A dismissive wave of her hand. It’s entirely possible she’s not joking, but perhaps it’s an answer Parker truly doesn’t want.
Has it been that long?

“I believe it’s going to be destroyed.”

She says with a small nod, considering the idea. Global dominance and they worry about Florida…funny.
“Ah, I did not see an established perimeter.”

She lifts her head to look around, as if there’d be little flags noting the ‘perimeter’. Smiling to herself slightly. She looks back at the woman as she speaks next.

“I work for big paper, and my name is not important.”

Joking.
❝ Well the whole thing is scuttled now, fucking... perimeter breach and all - ❞

She's trying not to pout. Her face is just naturally long, that's not dejection or anything, she's fine. Already working on a new angle -

❝ Hey, what's your name? Who 𝙖𝙧𝙚 you? ❞
She seems quite satisfied with this quiet defeat, or perhaps surrender. This is why she keeps all her secrets in her head. Far safer than a…’journal’.

“I do hope you have a successful…mission.”
She looks from his face to the flashed tags, and then back towards his eyes. She had a set like that once, but they were more for her keeper’s identification than her own.

“Logan. That’s a fine name.”
Logan. [ Reaching for the dog tag around his neck, jetting it forward with his thumb. ]

Or at least this thing tells me that.
You can call me El. What do I call you?
She’s not sure she’d find anything more jarring than peace. It’s so foreign to her. Nothing else seems as surprising.

“Flattery is not all physical.”

She argues, but smiles to herself at him leaning his head into her curls.

“I know.”
You can call me El. What do I call you?
Glad it could be so. .

. .kindred we are then. What’s your name?
We are kindred spirits, I think. I feel similar. Aimless is the word I attribute to it. Listless, maybe. Wandering purposeless in search of…whatever comes.

Don’t know shit about fuck…that’s funny.