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[doubleoohbaby]

[The sounds of outside filter through the network, distant with little to be heard beyond the faint rustle of the wind, but there nonetheless. A distinctive clink-fwoosh of a lighter disrupts anything further, followed by the slow crackle of burning paper and tobacco and a satisfied inhale and steady exhale. When he finally speaks, it's with a tone that lacks interest.]

Well, isn't this quaint. Doubt I would have believed it were I not seeing it with my own eyes. At least the woman greeting me was persuasive enough. [You can practically hear the dirty little smirk.]

Even so, I'm not quite sure how I feel out of my home and sent on my merry way towards college kid dorm rooms. Or rather, I'm perfectly aware of how I feel about it, just the words I'm looking for aren't for public ears.

Still. Judging by the archives on this thing, there's plenty of you about who know this world, so come on, share your wisdom with an outsider, would you? One can never know too much.

[A pause as he inhales another lungful of smoke, eventually adding with a thoughtful exhale:] Oh, and don't patronise me with the basics. I'm curious, not stupid.

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[doubleoohbaby]

[Uh. She's not another, is she? Why does everyone know him, what the fuck, its not fair, he's meant to be a SECRET agent.]

It wasn't meant to be.

[totallytrustworthy]

Oh.

[The shift in tone kills her amusement fairly quickly. You don't sound like Sean Connery, anyway. ]

Sorry, love, it's just-- well, with a name like that.

Never mind.

Import and export. Sounds...nice. Depending on how well you shoulder change, you might just manage to get a lot of business around here. If you plan on keeping up old habits, that is.

[doubleoohbaby]

[He grunts his response to his name.]

Don't worry, I'm starting to understand the name thing.

At least there's promise in the business side of things.

[totallytrustworthy]

Just don't steal any of my clients and I'm certain you and I will get along just fine.

The name's Chloe, by the way. Chloe Frazer.

[doubleoohbaby]

Perhaps we could go into business at some point, Chloe.

[totallytrustworthy]

I'm not exactly accepting applications at this point in time. [Sharing her profits with both Sully and Flynn is bad enough, and she has a sneaking suspicion that Mr. Bond is far too clever to work for next to nothing-- not even if she charms his ass into next week.]

But if you'd ever like to hire on an experienced hunter such as myself, I'm sure we can work out some kind of arrangement.

[doubleoohbaby]

[It won't be long before he finds his own money making scheme. Something beyond punching people and hoping money falls out.]

How about dinner?

[totallytrustworthy]

[And when he does, guess who will be there waiting to swipe a handful or two?]

So long as you're paying? Yeah. Why the hell not?

Probably easier than trying to talk over these things, anyway.

[doubleoohbaby]

A woman after my own heart, I see. I think I can manage to afford a good meal for the two of us.

How about tomorrow?

[totallytrustworthy]

Perfect. Try not to be late, yeah?

[Not that she's ever been on time for anything other than the occasional heist.]

[doubleoohbaby]

I'll do my best. See you outside the apartments?

[Considering he doesn't know where anywhere is yet.]