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[meowminx]

WHO: James Bond and Selina Kyle
WHERE: Selina's apartment
WHEN: Night of the 24th
SUMMARY: Selina's bummed out about working for Black Mask. James pays her a visit.
WARNINGS: Bond?
FORMAT: Whatever

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[doubleoohbaby]

Whether she liked it or not, James was coming over. If she'd chosen to decline his request to visit, he would have still shown up to check on her.

When he arrives, he's good enough to knock, lingering at the door with the consideration of just breaking in instead, but that's apparently rude to do. So he's told.

[meowminx]

The door is more securely locked than usual, and it takes her a moment to let him in. And she does so quickly, pulling him in.

He might not be used to so many cats coming to investigate his arrival either, but it seems they're picking up Selina's paranoia as well. Hopefully he doesn't mind being sniffed by the leopard.

Selina's already poured him a glass before she bothers to speak. "Hey."

[doubleoohbaby]

James wasn't quite expecting to be hurried in as much as he was, nor was he expecting the cats to be quite so inquisitive. The leopard inside the apartment is something else entirely and even though he's got familiar with Ramus in the past, he can't help but be mildly hesitant at the close range.

"Looks like you started the party without me..."

[meowminx]

"Irena Dubrovna was hired by a new gang for a job," she says as she takes her seat again. Selina trusts James remembers the alias. It's how they met, after all. "Turned out to be Black Mask."

[doubleoohbaby]

Reaching for his glass as he trails after Selina carefully, dropping down in the space beside her while keeping an eye out for any cats he might get too close to. "Did she take on the job?"

[meowminx]

"Yeah. Shook his fucking hand and everything." She stares at her glass, setting it down instead of taking a drink. "Easiest way to find out what he's up to, right?"

Then, a little quieter. "Damn lucky he didn't recognize me."

[doubleoohbaby]

"Did he--" A pause, shaking his head as if he's not even sure what he was going to ask and merely covering for it with a sip of alcohol.

"Are you going to do it?"

[meowminx]

"It's diamonds. Still likes them." Ramus comes over to nudge her knee on the opposite side of James. She rests a hand on his head. "Yeah. Then I have to figure out what to do once I'm in. Killing him didn't help."

[doubleoohbaby]

He grunts softly in agreement, watching Ramus.

"Beyond fucking up his entire set-up, there's not much you can do. And even that'll just piss him off, I assume."

[meowminx]

"Of course it's going to piss him off." She glances over at him and the worry is clearly there in her eyes. Because it's James and the other people in her life that she's truly concerned for here.

[doubleoohbaby]

At least he can vaguely understand her concern, even if he feels it's not warranted.

"I can help. I have a talent for destruction."

[meowminx]

She does, more than he knows.

"I'd rather you stay out of it."

[doubleoohbaby]

"You seem to be worried I'll get involved either way. Surely it's best I do so of my own free will?" Innocent wine sip.

[meowminx]

Her face is in her hands now, which is a good indication of just how upset she is. "I don't fucking know anymore."

[doubleoohbaby]

"Selina. Darling."

He sighs lightly, leaning to get rid of his glass on a nearby table and curling his positioning in towards her with an arm looping around her shoulders. "There's no sodding way you or I are going to live with all this concern and fear. We strike out and if there's retaliation, so sodding what? We probably would have got it with or without our initial attack."

[meowminx]

She leans against him. "You might not be a target yet." Wishful thinking, probably.