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[tinsoldiered]

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[bramblesgaveway]

Moving?

Work real late. Not too many people up.

[tinsoldiered]

Yeah. I might be.

Well, I'm awake. You know. Working on cases. Slinking around in the shadows. It's a 24-hour job.

[bramblesgaveway]

Particular reason?

Reassuring. Trying to keep away from creepers.

[tinsoldiered]

Need more space. Feel like I'm living in a shoebox.

So I guess ushering you into my unmarked white van is out of the question?

[bramblesgaveway]

Know the feeling.

There candy and puppies?

[tinsoldiered]

Well, I guess NYC isn't know for spacious living quarters.

Would saying 'you'll have to come into the van and find out' be too overly disturbing?

[...]

Scratch that. I just wrote it and I already regret it.

[bramblesgaveway]

[an awkward pen streak]

oh my god what is WRONG with you haha

[tinsoldiered]

[A bit messier scrawling.]

there's nothing WRONG with me! I swear I'm not a creeper.

[bramblesgaveway]

[an arrow pointing back up to 'unmarked white van']

[tinsoldiered]

[A long pause.]

Well you know I don't actually have a white van! That's so cliche. If I was going to kidnap someone, I'd-

[...]

I'm not helping myself much, am I.

[bramblesgaveway]

Nope.

[tinsoldiered]

[...]

Well. I'm not a creeper.

[bramblesgaveway]

Figured.

[tinsoldiered]

[Pause. A few awkward starts of the pen.]

Well. Are you working tonight?

[bramblesgaveway]

10-3.

[tinsoldiered]

[Another awkward pause. It's a little like pulling teeth.]

I'll be there at closing time. If um, you don't have any plans.