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[sinnersalwayspay]

[There's not much to tell about the girl leaning against a wall as if waiting for someone, a thick criminology textbook craddled in her arms. She's prepared this time, sweeping the room with a quick glance every once and awhile. It's staged just so to give the impression of patience, but she's clearly on edge. Whatever she's waiting for, she doesn't seem to be looking forward to it.]

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[stormbelow]

[he sighs and rolls his head back for a second.]

You sure? Because you'd be justified. I'm not saying you shouldn't be angry. And I'm not saying you should talk to him right now, either. Just give it some time, all right? Whatever you think about him, don't just write him off.

[sinnersalwayspay]

Don't write him off? You dead have an strange way of viewing time, don't you?

[stormbelow]

"You dead"? That's diplomatic. Look, I said what I wanted. You have a pleasant evening.

[sinnersalwayspay]

I'm not a diplomat. [You could almost hear the f-word in that. She resembles her father in more ways than one.] Whether or not you pass on the message, I don't want to see or speak to him. Period. He'll figure that out.

[stormbelow]

I heard you the first time. But I'm on his side, not yours.

[and he's not sticking around to hear any more things like this, because it makes him irritable.]