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[annarr]

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[annarr]

One hopes one's planned fires will be a bit of a surprise for someone else.

Will we match?

[white_widow]

True, but I don't really count them.

That is possible. Depends on how stylish you're feeling, I suppose.

[annarr]

Fair dos.

First of all, how dare you?

[white_widow]

Oh, you know I always dare.

[annarr]

But why so often in my direction? Incredibly cruel and unusual. :(

[white_widow]

Hmm.
Okay.
Come here and I will make it better.

[annarr]

Will it be by adding mundane and usual cruelty to balance things out?

[white_widow]

No, it will not. It will require you to trust me, though.

[annarr]

Interesting.





Fine. If it will get us close to the fires.

[white_widow]

What if it's completely unrelated to the fires?

[annarr]

Will it also make me laugh?

[white_widow]

I think it will at least make you smile.

[annarr]

What, like it's hard?

[honestly, it is. but only for other people.]

[white_widow]

Well, that depends on if you were pouting beforehand or not.

[annarr]

Barely, just now.

[white_widow]

Mmhm, sure.

[annarr]

Where am I coming so full of trust, then?

[white_widow]

I'm at home, and save the trust for when you get here, please and thank you.

[annarr]

[well, then she'll be getting a polite little knock at the door from a god too currently curious to be actually pouting. just normal things.]

[white_widow]

[and she'll be answering the door grinning that it worked but only a little smug] Hi there.

[annarr]

[in fairness, he'd be less full of trust if she didn't look at least a little smug.]

Well?

[white_widow]

[Oh, this is going to be a gamble.]

Well, you have to come in first, and then you have to close your eyes.

[annarr]

[The obvious nose-wrinkle of distrust is, itself, fairly trusting. The slight lean back from the door is, admittedly, less trusting.]

...is this going to ruin my boots?

[white_widow]

Oh, my goodness. No, it is not going to ruin your boots. It is not even going to touch your boots.

[annarr]

[Look, a bitch has to ask.

And also has to take a few more lingering moments before sighing and shifting to take a step into the apartment, eyes squinting but not quite closing.]