[She comes back a few minutes after he makes the post, freshly showered and in some nicer clothes that she keeps with her when she works, just for instances like these. She has tea for him.]
When we are so close to finishing these? [ A clawed hand indicates the stack of papers, which are almost done-- comparatively, at least.] It would be remiss of me not to see this through.
Hi, I'd like an order to be placed for delivery to the police station. I'd like a stack of blueberry pancakes and a yogurt parfait. We'll take a cinnamon bun too. Re-l Mayer. Thank you.
[She hangs up and goes back to her tea, rifling through the papers.]
We let everyone live and we have to fill out the most amount of paperwork. Where's the justice in that.
[ Fratley studies his claws. His moogle NV, which has apparently grown bored of watching them putter around, 'dozes' on the corner of the desk. ]
I cannot remember if I have killed, before I lost my memories. [ His brows knit together. ] I suppose I must have-- but it is odd, not to have the memory of it.
Though I would prefer to avoid it, except when there is no other course of action. [ He lets his hand drop, and turns back to the business of filling out his stack of forms. Most of them are repetitive; he still doesn't understand why everything needs to be in triplicate. ]
Rest well?
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Ah-- yes. I apologize. [ For resting or falling asleep, it isn't really clear. ]
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[She sits down, sipping her tea.]
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[She sighs, grabbing up her phone.]
I'm ordering some breakfast. What would you like?
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Blueberry pancakes.
[ Suddenly self-conscious, his ears flick back. ]
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All right.
[Her attention's drawn to the phone.]
Hi, I'd like an order to be placed for delivery to the police station. I'd like a stack of blueberry pancakes and a yogurt parfait. We'll take a cinnamon bun too. Re-l Mayer. Thank you.
[She hangs up and goes back to her tea, rifling through the papers.]
We let everyone live and we have to fill out the most amount of paperwork. Where's the justice in that.
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[ He picks up the top leaf of a stack of forms, apparently content to leave it at that... and speaks again, quietly: ]
Even so, I am glad we did not kill them. [ He had, very briefly, wanted to hurt them. Badly. ]
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I'm glad we did too. I'm no lover of bloodshed.
[She's never killed a human before. She doesn't want to start now.]
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I cannot remember if I have killed, before I lost my memories. [ His brows knit together. ] I suppose I must have-- but it is odd, not to have the memory of it.
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[There's no disdain in her voice but simple understanding.]
That's good.
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Though I would prefer to avoid it, except when there is no other course of action. [ He lets his hand drop, and turns back to the business of filling out his stack of forms. Most of them are repetitive; he still doesn't understand why everything needs to be in triplicate. ]
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Admirable. You're willing to do what's necessary but would rather refrain. Good.
[She signs off on a few more papers and puts a rubber band around the third stack.]
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Do you think that you ever could?
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