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go.

“your place has shitty security,” eiko says simply, gazing over scattered pages across the desk with a bored demeanor. an arm over broad shoulders, nail tracing the line of his jaw. “well, i wanted to see you, and you’re stuck here most of the fuckin’ time, anyway.”

go away.

i wouldn’t say it is.

your favorite, yeah.

certainly not making her way into @supercilix’s office —— that he definitely told her to leave be —— and plopping down onto his lap.

oh, i’m sorry, did you not hear me correctly? did i seem like i didn’t mean what i said? i can repeat it, if you need that.

you’re a dumbass.

it’s a sudden shift, hopping onto the countertop as she watches him with a steady gaze, almost warily. “i know that look you’ve got,” eiko murmurs, suddenly downing another shot before setting it down beside her. “y’got ghosts hauntin’ you. shitty mistake you made? hurt someone?”