Juggling Jobs (5/?)
Title: Juggling Jobs (5/?)
Fandom: Big Bang
Pairing/Characters: GTOP, Jiyong, Seunghyun, Daesung, Youngbae, Seungri, (SUJU): Heechul, Leeteuk
Warning: Romance. Action. Eventual NC-17. Crude language eventually.
Summary: Kwon Jiyong was a genius when it came to love. Well, he thought he was a genius when it came to love. Everyone else thought he was a genius when it came to solving crimes. In the end, it was all the same thing, right?
Author's Note: See any mistakes? Tell me about them, please.
Previous Chapter = |1|2|3|4|
Jiyong turned back to Youngbae and felt a smile reach his lips. “I wish I could dance,” he mused.
“You can't dance, Yungwon?” the other asked, a little shocked.
Jiyong chuckled and shrugged his shoulder sheepishly. “It's probably one of the few things I can't do.” 'Lie,' he thought to himself. He knew he could dance. And he was good at it, if he said so himself. But he would not give something out like that.
“Lies!” Youngbae said with a laugh. “Actually, if you watch Seunghyun, you'll realize that he can't dance either. He tries, but he can't. But damn it does he try.”
Jiyong looked back at the dance floor and looked for Seunghyun. He frowned when he saw a girl dancing with the man. He didn't want to contradict his words from earlier, but Seunghyun was his, damnit.
Growling, he stood up and shook his head. “I'll try too,” he announced. He left, but caught sight of Youngbae's smile just in time. It was a mix between triumph and creep. It scared him, honestly.
Pushing the thoughts aside, Jiyong stomped across the dance floor to where Seunghyun dance. Taking the girl's shoulder, he pulled her back. Seunghyun's face showed amusement, Jiyong noticed, but he didn't do anything to stop Jiyong.
“Bitch,” he accused the girl. “Get off my man.”
He could hear Daesung laughing in the throng of people, but he paid no mind. Instead, he focused in on the girl and sneered. She was dressed like every other girl here, like a whore. And he didn't like whores on his man, especially now that Seunghyun was his.
“How is he your man?” the girl replied. Her own lips played a sneer and Jiyong quickly got rid of his. He didn't want the same facial expression as the girl. Instead, he frowned.
“How is he not?” he asked. “My boyfriend,” he explained as he pointed at Seunghyun. “My man.” This time he pulled Seunghyun to him and walked him off to another area on the dance floor.
“Possessive?” Seunghyun asked with a smirk. “I like it.”
Jiyong glared up at Seunghyun, now with a sneer. “Don't push it.”
“Why?” Seunghyun asked. “Because I need you to protect me from the world?”
Jiyong smiled and nodded. “Anyway, I can't dance, so teach me.” It was the perfect plan, in his head, but he wasn't sure how it would play out. He would somehow get Seunghyun.
The world froze for Jiyong as he thought about it. He was acting like a child. Like he did when he had first entered the business. It felt odd to play so childishly, but he couldn't find a reason for it. Maybe it was his possessiveness over Seunghyun? The only thing Jiyong liked about Seunghyun was his face.
And his raw power, something mentioned in the back of his brain. Shaking his head physically, he tried to banish the voice from his head. But it was to no avail. He has something you can't have.
The thought stuck to Jiyong's head as hee looked up into Seunghyun's eyes.
“Let's dance,” he whispered, an edge of insanity on his voice.
_-_-_
Minutes, maybe hours, later Jiyong was at the bar again when he felt the telltale buzzing from his pocket. All information had been copied from Seunghyun's phone and had been ready to be returned. Slipping his hand into his pocket, he unhinged the mobile and pulled it out to hand to Seunghyun.
“Phone?” he asked.
Seunghyun raised an eyebrow and something in Jiyong's head thumped. Something about this man and his eyebrows was enticing. It excited the younger boy to find out how much control the other had on the rest of his body.
“Because my plan is to follow you home and maybe have you fuck me. If you don't mind.” He hadn't meant to say that. Actually, he had. He just didn't want it to sound that crude and emotionless.
“Is this also for my protection?” Seunghyun asked.
“Yes,” Jiyong replied, and he wasn't lying. It would be safer for the other man for Jiyong to always be there. But Jiyong also wanted to tap what was Seunghyun. “And I want you,” he added truthfully.
“Much better,” Seunghyun replied as he leaned forward. Their lips almost met in a kiss, but Seunghyun pulled back before he could start anything.
“Let's go back to my place, then.”
Seunghyun spoke to the bartender, then grabbed Jiyong my the wrist and led him out of the club.
By the moment the two were breathing fresh air, Jiyong knew Seunghyun wanted to say something, maybe even ask a question.
“Just say it,” Jiyong grumbled.
“What?” Seunghyun asked.
“What's on your mind! Something's bothering you, so just tell me! Or ask me!”
There was a pause in the moment before Seunghyun nodded his head. The two were still walking with Seunghyun leading Jiyong by the wrist.
“Are you a compulsive liar?”
Jiyong's feet stopped, which forced Seunghyun to stop before he fell.
“What?”
“Do you lie without realizing it?”
Jiyong's eyes moved from the street ahead of them to the ground just before his shoes. Moments later, he looked up at Seunghyun.
“I think I may love you,” he replied.
_-_-_
One mouth was sucking on a neck while the other was breathing out lusty moans that filled the air.
“How did we end up here?” Jiyong asked. The other man made a groan in noise before he went back to Jiyong's neck. “You found out I was a compulsive liar, which is a feat no one has yet to see. Or say to my face.”
At a harsh nip, Jiyong cried out in surprise and passion. “It's been a long time sense I've felt this way for someone, especially a guy. Don't ruin this for me,” Seunghyun growled.
But something was off with Jiyong. For some reason, this night was going too smoothly, and it shouldn't.
Because he had thought Seunghyun would have been a challenge to face. That was why he chose Seunghyun.
But still, something was wrong. Why was Jiyong winning and not losing?
And suddenly it became clear to Jiyong. The files, they were too clean. His friends, they were too artificial. And his words...
The pain first hit him in the heart. Where he usually felt strong emotions, he noticed. Pain so thick that he couldn't remember what it was about.
Then the kiss at his lips reminded him that he had been lied to. Played.
By who?
Seunghyun.
Choi Seunghyun wasn't Choi Seunghyun.
Then the pain hit him in the head. He had missed something. Missed it. He was supposed to be a genius. How could he miss it?
But pleasure soon interrupted the pain in his head. He knew he had chosen Seunghyun for some reason. It was because the man could easily beat him. Like just now.
And maybe you might have liked him.
That damn voice! It was in his head again! It had always been in his head! Why would it not leave him alone? Was he going crazy?
You were always crazy.
Black encrusted his vision from the side and Jiyong knew what came next. A long rest where he could not be bothered to worry about things.
_-_-_
“He's a mad man.”
“He's crazy.”
“Crazy smart.”
“Doesn't help the fact that he's a schizo.”
“Don't be crude. We caught him, didn't we?”
“That we did.”
“He got away with so much. Fraud. Impersonation. Thievery.”
“Murder.”
“That hasn't been decided yet, has it?”
“It's not definite.”
“What did Seunghyun want to do with him?”
“Put him in a white room.”
“Why?”
“To keep as a prize to show off.”
“That man is odd.”
“Another crazy loon.”
“What do you expect? We do work at an institue full of them.”
“Now who's being crude?”
_-_-_
The next time Jiyong woke up, he could hear sounds that just fit a hospital. The beeping of a heart thing, because he didn't know what they were called, and the sound of a trolly rolling in the hall. It was the sound of a mental hospital. Something that he had grown up with. He was so used to these sounds.
It was exactly what he had ran away from. And he was back.
“The patient is away, doctor.”
The voice came from somewhere near his head, but he wasn't sure what it was. A nurse? Another doctor? He wasn't sure, but he didn't really want to know, because if he did, it would make everything that much more real.
He had tried to think of what events had led up to this. He remembered the voices that talked about some sort of white room, but he couldn't remember much.
“He got away with so much. Fraud. Impersonation. Thievery.”
The words were true enough, Jiyong admitted to himself.
“Doesn't help the fact that he's a schizo.”
Was he really that crazy? He didn't think he was.
You were always crazy.
Which explained a lot. If he was always crazy, then he couldn't feel bad for being back here. Between four neat, white walls that suppressed any sort of growth.
“I think I may love you.”
That had been a mistake on his part. Not saying it, no, that had not been the mistake. Falling in love had been a mistake. The rush of feeling he got when he thought about Seunghyun. The way that he had so easily fallen for the man with just a glance and a few words.
And then saying it to Seunghyun without any regrets. So brashly. The man probably didn't believe him. Probably pushed it aside and continued to drug him.
Because he realized now that he was here because of the drugs. Something in his system had knocked him out, and it wasn't the drink he had earlier.
He opened his eyes to the brightness of the room and winced a little. He felt that he was in a medical robe and that he had been cleaned of any makeup. The contacts were gone and his hair felt natural.
He was completely wiped of any disguise.
“Hello, Kwon Jiyong,” a voice called out to him. Jiyong turned to see a doctor in a white coat loom over a clipboard. “I see you're awake.”
“No shit, Sherlock,” he grumbled. His mood was dark and he couldn't think correctly.
“You were found with only a cell phone on you. But we're glad we caught you.”
The words weren't right. Where was his gun? His badge? The device he needed to give to Se7en?
Shit. Se7en.
Had he imagined everything? Made everything up in his head? Then what about Hero's number?
“We also found a card. One that said 'hero' on it. And has a number on it. Who's number?”
Jiyong stared at the doctor and shook his head. “Hero's,” he replied. At least he wasn't crazy. Mostly.
“Is that his name?”
Jiyong nodded his head and adopted a face of content and laziness. He could play this game. Where he woke up and wasn't sure where or what was going on. He wasn't sure if he was sane or crazy.
He knew he was in love, but that wouldn't help this situation.
“He doesn't seem to repsond.”
Jiyong looked at the male nurse that spoke up and nearly choked on air. It was Hero, the same man who had saved him at the restaurant.
“Then, I'll leave him to you.” The other man, the doctor, walked out and closed the door.
Quickly, Hero began speaking. “I took your badge and gun, so don't worry about that. I also delivered the device to Se7en when he landed this morning, so that's not to worry about.” He paused to look Jiyong once over. “I only have a few minutes before I have to leave. Here.” He handed over a a duffle bag. “Put this on in the bathroom and make it out as quickly as possible.”
Jiyong took the bag without question. There was nothing to say, actually. He knew what he had to do. It felt like it was programmed into his body. Take the bag, change, leave. Repeat.
“What about Seunghyun?” he whispered.
“What about him?” Hero asked. “He's the one that brought you in here. The damn American CIA that he is. Couldn't keep to his own country.”
The pain was something he had felt earlier. When he had realized that he was being lied to. Because Seunghyun was probably not his real name. Probably not his real face. He had fallen in love with some fake man from another country.
“Are they after Se7en?” he asked.
“And you,” Hero replied. “They just haven't realized that they caught you. To think that World's biggest gang operative was in their grasp the whole time. They would cry.”
Jiyong gave out a choked chuckle and nodded. “I guess,” he replied. He stood up to move to the bathroom before a hand on his shoulder stopped him.
“He was a heartthrob, wasn't he?” Hero asked him. Jiyong's whole frame shook with a silent sob and he shook his head.
“Was,” he agreed.
_-_-_
“The patient's gone missing!”
“I need to find him! Do not let him get far.”
Jiyong picked out Seunghyun's voice in the crowd as he watched from the air vents above. He was fitted in a black suit, almost like a spandex jogging suit. He had two guns at his hip and one strapped to his leg, though that one was getting a little uncomfortable.
“Did he escape?” a doctor asked Seunghyun. He shook his head and sighed.
“I have an odd feeling that he's waiting for me to do something.”
Not really, but if Seunghyun wanted to believe that, there was nothing holding him back.
_-_-_
“Did you make it out alive?”
“It's why I could call you.”
“Good. Now, where are you?”
“I would rather not say.”
“Why not? Are you hiding something from me?”
“No, I'm just really embarrassed. Don't worry, if it were anywhere else, I would tell you.”
“Alright. I trust my partner to do well. We just need to corrupt the Americans.”
“Wait, you knew he was an American operative?”
“I should have told you, I know, but I had just found out when Hero told me, so I didn't know either. But this gives us a clear opportunity.”
“To take down their government?”
“Why not? It's not below us.”
“No, it's much above us. This is suicide!”
“Are you backing out?”
“Of course not.”
“Alright. Then we can climb our way up that ladder.”
“You deal with that. Just give me something to do here.”
“Hang tight.”
“Alright.”
_-_-_
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Fandom: Big Bang
Pairing/Characters: GTOP, Jiyong, Seunghyun, Daesung, Youngbae, Seungri, (SUJU): Heechul, Leeteuk
Warning: Romance. Action. Eventual NC-17. Crude language eventually.
Summary: Kwon Jiyong was a genius when it came to love. Well, he thought he was a genius when it came to love. Everyone else thought he was a genius when it came to solving crimes. In the end, it was all the same thing, right?
Author's Note: See any mistakes? Tell me about them, please.
Previous Chapter = |1|2|3|4|
Jiyong turned back to Youngbae and felt a smile reach his lips. “I wish I could dance,” he mused.
“You can't dance, Yungwon?” the other asked, a little shocked.
Jiyong chuckled and shrugged his shoulder sheepishly. “It's probably one of the few things I can't do.” 'Lie,' he thought to himself. He knew he could dance. And he was good at it, if he said so himself. But he would not give something out like that.
“Lies!” Youngbae said with a laugh. “Actually, if you watch Seunghyun, you'll realize that he can't dance either. He tries, but he can't. But damn it does he try.”
Jiyong looked back at the dance floor and looked for Seunghyun. He frowned when he saw a girl dancing with the man. He didn't want to contradict his words from earlier, but Seunghyun was his, damnit.
Growling, he stood up and shook his head. “I'll try too,” he announced. He left, but caught sight of Youngbae's smile just in time. It was a mix between triumph and creep. It scared him, honestly.
Pushing the thoughts aside, Jiyong stomped across the dance floor to where Seunghyun dance. Taking the girl's shoulder, he pulled her back. Seunghyun's face showed amusement, Jiyong noticed, but he didn't do anything to stop Jiyong.
“Bitch,” he accused the girl. “Get off my man.”
He could hear Daesung laughing in the throng of people, but he paid no mind. Instead, he focused in on the girl and sneered. She was dressed like every other girl here, like a whore. And he didn't like whores on his man, especially now that Seunghyun was his.
“How is he your man?” the girl replied. Her own lips played a sneer and Jiyong quickly got rid of his. He didn't want the same facial expression as the girl. Instead, he frowned.
“How is he not?” he asked. “My boyfriend,” he explained as he pointed at Seunghyun. “My man.” This time he pulled Seunghyun to him and walked him off to another area on the dance floor.
“Possessive?” Seunghyun asked with a smirk. “I like it.”
Jiyong glared up at Seunghyun, now with a sneer. “Don't push it.”
“Why?” Seunghyun asked. “Because I need you to protect me from the world?”
Jiyong smiled and nodded. “Anyway, I can't dance, so teach me.” It was the perfect plan, in his head, but he wasn't sure how it would play out. He would somehow get Seunghyun.
The world froze for Jiyong as he thought about it. He was acting like a child. Like he did when he had first entered the business. It felt odd to play so childishly, but he couldn't find a reason for it. Maybe it was his possessiveness over Seunghyun? The only thing Jiyong liked about Seunghyun was his face.
And his raw power, something mentioned in the back of his brain. Shaking his head physically, he tried to banish the voice from his head. But it was to no avail. He has something you can't have.
The thought stuck to Jiyong's head as hee looked up into Seunghyun's eyes.
“Let's dance,” he whispered, an edge of insanity on his voice.
_-_-_
Minutes, maybe hours, later Jiyong was at the bar again when he felt the telltale buzzing from his pocket. All information had been copied from Seunghyun's phone and had been ready to be returned. Slipping his hand into his pocket, he unhinged the mobile and pulled it out to hand to Seunghyun.
“Phone?” he asked.
Seunghyun raised an eyebrow and something in Jiyong's head thumped. Something about this man and his eyebrows was enticing. It excited the younger boy to find out how much control the other had on the rest of his body.
“Because my plan is to follow you home and maybe have you fuck me. If you don't mind.” He hadn't meant to say that. Actually, he had. He just didn't want it to sound that crude and emotionless.
“Is this also for my protection?” Seunghyun asked.
“Yes,” Jiyong replied, and he wasn't lying. It would be safer for the other man for Jiyong to always be there. But Jiyong also wanted to tap what was Seunghyun. “And I want you,” he added truthfully.
“Much better,” Seunghyun replied as he leaned forward. Their lips almost met in a kiss, but Seunghyun pulled back before he could start anything.
“Let's go back to my place, then.”
Seunghyun spoke to the bartender, then grabbed Jiyong my the wrist and led him out of the club.
By the moment the two were breathing fresh air, Jiyong knew Seunghyun wanted to say something, maybe even ask a question.
“Just say it,” Jiyong grumbled.
“What?” Seunghyun asked.
“What's on your mind! Something's bothering you, so just tell me! Or ask me!”
There was a pause in the moment before Seunghyun nodded his head. The two were still walking with Seunghyun leading Jiyong by the wrist.
“Are you a compulsive liar?”
Jiyong's feet stopped, which forced Seunghyun to stop before he fell.
“What?”
“Do you lie without realizing it?”
Jiyong's eyes moved from the street ahead of them to the ground just before his shoes. Moments later, he looked up at Seunghyun.
“I think I may love you,” he replied.
_-_-_
One mouth was sucking on a neck while the other was breathing out lusty moans that filled the air.
“How did we end up here?” Jiyong asked. The other man made a groan in noise before he went back to Jiyong's neck. “You found out I was a compulsive liar, which is a feat no one has yet to see. Or say to my face.”
At a harsh nip, Jiyong cried out in surprise and passion. “It's been a long time sense I've felt this way for someone, especially a guy. Don't ruin this for me,” Seunghyun growled.
But something was off with Jiyong. For some reason, this night was going too smoothly, and it shouldn't.
Because he had thought Seunghyun would have been a challenge to face. That was why he chose Seunghyun.
But still, something was wrong. Why was Jiyong winning and not losing?
And suddenly it became clear to Jiyong. The files, they were too clean. His friends, they were too artificial. And his words...
The pain first hit him in the heart. Where he usually felt strong emotions, he noticed. Pain so thick that he couldn't remember what it was about.
Then the kiss at his lips reminded him that he had been lied to. Played.
By who?
Seunghyun.
Choi Seunghyun wasn't Choi Seunghyun.
Then the pain hit him in the head. He had missed something. Missed it. He was supposed to be a genius. How could he miss it?
But pleasure soon interrupted the pain in his head. He knew he had chosen Seunghyun for some reason. It was because the man could easily beat him. Like just now.
And maybe you might have liked him.
That damn voice! It was in his head again! It had always been in his head! Why would it not leave him alone? Was he going crazy?
You were always crazy.
Black encrusted his vision from the side and Jiyong knew what came next. A long rest where he could not be bothered to worry about things.
_-_-_
“He's a mad man.”
“He's crazy.”
“Crazy smart.”
“Doesn't help the fact that he's a schizo.”
“Don't be crude. We caught him, didn't we?”
“That we did.”
“He got away with so much. Fraud. Impersonation. Thievery.”
“Murder.”
“That hasn't been decided yet, has it?”
“It's not definite.”
“What did Seunghyun want to do with him?”
“Put him in a white room.”
“Why?”
“To keep as a prize to show off.”
“That man is odd.”
“Another crazy loon.”
“What do you expect? We do work at an institue full of them.”
“Now who's being crude?”
_-_-_
The next time Jiyong woke up, he could hear sounds that just fit a hospital. The beeping of a heart thing, because he didn't know what they were called, and the sound of a trolly rolling in the hall. It was the sound of a mental hospital. Something that he had grown up with. He was so used to these sounds.
It was exactly what he had ran away from. And he was back.
“The patient is away, doctor.”
The voice came from somewhere near his head, but he wasn't sure what it was. A nurse? Another doctor? He wasn't sure, but he didn't really want to know, because if he did, it would make everything that much more real.
He had tried to think of what events had led up to this. He remembered the voices that talked about some sort of white room, but he couldn't remember much.
“He got away with so much. Fraud. Impersonation. Thievery.”
The words were true enough, Jiyong admitted to himself.
“Doesn't help the fact that he's a schizo.”
Was he really that crazy? He didn't think he was.
You were always crazy.
Which explained a lot. If he was always crazy, then he couldn't feel bad for being back here. Between four neat, white walls that suppressed any sort of growth.
“I think I may love you.”
That had been a mistake on his part. Not saying it, no, that had not been the mistake. Falling in love had been a mistake. The rush of feeling he got when he thought about Seunghyun. The way that he had so easily fallen for the man with just a glance and a few words.
And then saying it to Seunghyun without any regrets. So brashly. The man probably didn't believe him. Probably pushed it aside and continued to drug him.
Because he realized now that he was here because of the drugs. Something in his system had knocked him out, and it wasn't the drink he had earlier.
He opened his eyes to the brightness of the room and winced a little. He felt that he was in a medical robe and that he had been cleaned of any makeup. The contacts were gone and his hair felt natural.
He was completely wiped of any disguise.
“Hello, Kwon Jiyong,” a voice called out to him. Jiyong turned to see a doctor in a white coat loom over a clipboard. “I see you're awake.”
“No shit, Sherlock,” he grumbled. His mood was dark and he couldn't think correctly.
“You were found with only a cell phone on you. But we're glad we caught you.”
The words weren't right. Where was his gun? His badge? The device he needed to give to Se7en?
Shit. Se7en.
Had he imagined everything? Made everything up in his head? Then what about Hero's number?
“We also found a card. One that said 'hero' on it. And has a number on it. Who's number?”
Jiyong stared at the doctor and shook his head. “Hero's,” he replied. At least he wasn't crazy. Mostly.
“Is that his name?”
Jiyong nodded his head and adopted a face of content and laziness. He could play this game. Where he woke up and wasn't sure where or what was going on. He wasn't sure if he was sane or crazy.
He knew he was in love, but that wouldn't help this situation.
“He doesn't seem to repsond.”
Jiyong looked at the male nurse that spoke up and nearly choked on air. It was Hero, the same man who had saved him at the restaurant.
“Then, I'll leave him to you.” The other man, the doctor, walked out and closed the door.
Quickly, Hero began speaking. “I took your badge and gun, so don't worry about that. I also delivered the device to Se7en when he landed this morning, so that's not to worry about.” He paused to look Jiyong once over. “I only have a few minutes before I have to leave. Here.” He handed over a a duffle bag. “Put this on in the bathroom and make it out as quickly as possible.”
Jiyong took the bag without question. There was nothing to say, actually. He knew what he had to do. It felt like it was programmed into his body. Take the bag, change, leave. Repeat.
“What about Seunghyun?” he whispered.
“What about him?” Hero asked. “He's the one that brought you in here. The damn American CIA that he is. Couldn't keep to his own country.”
The pain was something he had felt earlier. When he had realized that he was being lied to. Because Seunghyun was probably not his real name. Probably not his real face. He had fallen in love with some fake man from another country.
“Are they after Se7en?” he asked.
“And you,” Hero replied. “They just haven't realized that they caught you. To think that World's biggest gang operative was in their grasp the whole time. They would cry.”
Jiyong gave out a choked chuckle and nodded. “I guess,” he replied. He stood up to move to the bathroom before a hand on his shoulder stopped him.
“He was a heartthrob, wasn't he?” Hero asked him. Jiyong's whole frame shook with a silent sob and he shook his head.
“Was,” he agreed.
_-_-_
“The patient's gone missing!”
“I need to find him! Do not let him get far.”
Jiyong picked out Seunghyun's voice in the crowd as he watched from the air vents above. He was fitted in a black suit, almost like a spandex jogging suit. He had two guns at his hip and one strapped to his leg, though that one was getting a little uncomfortable.
“Did he escape?” a doctor asked Seunghyun. He shook his head and sighed.
“I have an odd feeling that he's waiting for me to do something.”
Not really, but if Seunghyun wanted to believe that, there was nothing holding him back.
_-_-_
“Did you make it out alive?”
“It's why I could call you.”
“Good. Now, where are you?”
“I would rather not say.”
“Why not? Are you hiding something from me?”
“No, I'm just really embarrassed. Don't worry, if it were anywhere else, I would tell you.”
“Alright. I trust my partner to do well. We just need to corrupt the Americans.”
“Wait, you knew he was an American operative?”
“I should have told you, I know, but I had just found out when Hero told me, so I didn't know either. But this gives us a clear opportunity.”
“To take down their government?”
“Why not? It's not below us.”
“No, it's much above us. This is suicide!”
“Are you backing out?”
“Of course not.”
“Alright. Then we can climb our way up that ladder.”
“You deal with that. Just give me something to do here.”
“Hang tight.”
“Alright.”
_-_-_
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