OPEN RP PART II: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

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[hackjack]

Ehh, sort of. [It's not necessarily a dodgy answer, just...unhelpful. Once the distance between them's closed Rhys smears a hand down along the side of his trousers, fingers flexing idly.] They said they're at the foot of a plateu. Found an old abandoned bandit cache and are keeping their heads down.

I just, uh-- can't get a fix on them without risking someone else listening in.

[tougher]

Well if it was easy, we'd be there already.

[She considers their layout options before gesturing passed him toward the opposite direction.]

We'll start out that way. We've got a fifty fifty chance of the bandit volume increasing after sundown, and I know the idea of sleeping on the ground would absolutely horrify you.

[hackjack]

Yeah, ha ha, very funny. I'm fine. I'll be fine if it means we'll get through this without getting eaten alive. [An argument that doesn't stop him from following her lead without any more prompting or pressing. Heels in sand-- heels full of sand-- but hey, that's Pandora, right? He's learning.

He's got this.]

[tougher]

Doubt it. Pandora gets chilly at night, y'know.

[But steady they go, following the signal. Once the sun really begins to disappear and the stars take over the sky, she speaks up again:]

Bet you ten dollars you don't last one hour without complaining about it.

[hackjack]

You don't have ten dollars. [Lips pursed, eyes narrowed, one brow purposefully raised.]

[tougher]

I will before the hour is up.

[Because there's no way Rhys isn't gonna fold into sobbing about how cold it is. Or, there was the alternative, which is hummed out innocently after just a few long seconds:]

Checked your pockets recently?

[hackjack]

I-- what? [His attention flicks nervously from her to his pockets and back again. She's a thief and a con, and some part of him wonders if she's playing a game with him (when isn't she anyway) that involves taking his stuff.

Or...leaving something.] Nnno. [The only thing warily muttered as metallic fingers move to frisk his own pockets.]

[tougher]

[Fiona does an exceptional job of passing off a cheesy villainous smile as she saunters ahead of him. Rhys has nothing easy to steal or anything worth any real value, aside from money itself, and he certainly didn't have much of that.

But that doesn't mean she can't play it off, all playful sway of her hips and exaggerated shrugging using both hands and shoulders.]

Best slow down there, cowboy. You're gonna shake yourself into a coma.

[hackjack]

You-- [Oh. Oh. He gets it, finally, narrowing his focus through a particularly pissy expression in her direction, fingers stuffing themselves down low in his pockets as an endpoint to that train of thought.] You have a crappy sense of humor, you know that?

[tougher]

I think your suspenders are a little tight there. Lighten up, sour-puss.

[She kicks back a heel and sends a rock toward his foot, still smirking over her shoulder.]

We probably got a long walk. I wouldn't want to spend it looking like you.

[hackjack]

Who even wears suspenders anymore? [Last season. Last century. Hello sense of style and fashion, asymmetry is all the rage right now (take a cue from his own alternating stripes, girl). Rhys waves off her suggestion with a snort and just the slightest shift in his brow upwards.]

[tougher]

Dunno, how 'bout we ask the hipster with the ECHO eye and the cybernetic arm?

[He makes it so easy to get under his skin. Fiona fights down a laugh by biting her lip and turning her head away from him.]