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[worthyourwhile]

Mmm. [It's a non-committal sound, but she doesn't figure she'll be sticking her nose in the kid's business unless she asks. None of these seem dangerous, just embarrassing, anyway.]

Well, if you think you're getting out of me coming to see that sweater you're dead wrong.

[subsistere]

You can see the sweater if I get to see you dance.

[ because lets he real, of the two of them, that's infinitely funnier. ]

[worthyourwhile]

'fraid you're going to have to take that one up with my partner.

[Good try, though.]

[subsistere]

Your partner, huh? Who's it I gotta manhandle, then?

[worthyourwhile]

Some kid named Sturmhond. He's from one of those wackadoo worlds, if you couldn't tell by the name.

[Bet your sweet ass she read his file.]

wackadoo

[subsistere]

Oh, well then.

[ there's a tease in his voice, dry because lets be real, this situation was beyond bizarre. ]

wackadoo :|

[worthyourwhile]

What, you done fightin' for my honor already Texas?

[subsistere]

I know how much you love that.

[ har har boss. ]

You even know how to dance?

[worthyourwhile]

Not sure I want to tell you that. I've got to keep some of my mystique.

[subsistere]

Uh huh.

[worthyourwhile]

Uh huh.

Alright then. I'll let you know how it goes. You know, if I gotta kill the guy or something.

[subsistere]

Please do.