Rotted out car shells lining the street means walking right down the center of the road is a perfectly acceptable practice. It gives the pair of them more room to wander (or stumble) and not have to worry about colliding with the nearest lamp post.]
Between you and me? I haven't the slightest. [But whether they snarked and snarled from the start or one of their earliest jobs pressed them to their breaking point, they've snapped at one another ever since.] Still, he gets the job done like nobody's business, and you can trust him to have your back through the worst of it.
[Things are starting to look a little more familiar now, at least. Slightly. If he squints. Which he is, because it is dark and London isn't as well lit as it used to be.]
Huh. [He doesn't really believe her.] Well that's all you can ask for. [Not true. He could ask for more.]
[This place is eerily quiet at night; subdued. He knows from experience the night is never as quiet as people think, but here? He supposes it's good for sneaking, if there were anything worth sneaking in to.]
[There is and there isn't: for the locals more than transports, but before everything went to shit between them, supplies from areas like this kept communication lined easy and open. These days it takes one hell of a lot more to win anything aside from a scowl.]
Like I don't know when you're bullshitting. [She nudges him for that one-- a quick elbow to the side that's a little sharper than she means for it to be owing to drunkenness.] Please, Victor, give me a little credit, yeah?
Alright alright easy! Your little boyfriend hasn't tried to kill me yet, I'm trying not to complain. [He's still not used to someone just outright not liking him. He'd tried his usual game- being charming and likable- but he found it hard not to push Charlie's buttons. He was just so touchy. Which probably didn't help.]
Change of subject, were we supposed to turn back there?
Probably. [That said, she doesn't change course. Sure, the exchange is pleasant enough (stumbling taken well into account) but having an old friend within reach? They could stand to take the scenic route.
Chloe shoulders a touch more of his weight, does her damndest to heft him over a particularly deep puddle.]
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Rotted out car shells lining the street means walking right down the center of the road is a perfectly acceptable practice. It gives the pair of them more room to wander (or stumble) and not have to worry about colliding with the nearest lamp post.]
Between you and me? I haven't the slightest. [But whether they snarked and snarled from the start or one of their earliest jobs pressed them to their breaking point, they've snapped at one another ever since.] Still, he gets the job done like nobody's business, and you can trust him to have your back through the worst of it.
And I do mean that in the collective sense.
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Huh. [He doesn't really believe her.] Well that's all you can ask for. [Not true. He could ask for more.]
[This place is eerily quiet at night; subdued. He knows from experience the night is never as quiet as people think, but here? He supposes it's good for sneaking, if there were anything worth sneaking in to.]
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Like I don't know when you're bullshitting. [She nudges him for that one-- a quick elbow to the side that's a little sharper than she means for it to be owing to drunkenness.] Please, Victor, give me a little credit, yeah?
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Change of subject, were we supposed to turn back there?
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Chloe shoulders a touch more of his weight, does her damndest to heft him over a particularly deep puddle.]
Bothers you that much, does it?