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[Tuesdays are Justin's day off. He has decided to spend this particular Tuesday near the fountain. It's not the sort of place he favors--too many people, too much noise--but there is a perfectly good reason to brave the crowds today.

He's hunched over a book, glancing up occasionally to see if there are any familiar faces.]

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[derangetheworld]

There's things you can count on.

[He's a little ways off, calling out just loud enough to be sure you'll hear, Justin. Don't ask how long he's been watching, 'cause he'll tell you he hasn't.]

[derangetheworld]

It make a difference?

[Being alive, he means, though it could apply to his reaction as well. Something in his posture suggests a certain shifting discontentment. It bothers him that Justin seems to want it to bother him.]

[absinthe_eyed]

It might.

[If Richard had answered the first time, perhaps Justin wouldn't want to bother him. Or maybe Justin misses being thrown against walls and choked. He doesn't really know.]

[derangetheworld]

[He takes a bit to reach into the pocket of his jacket, find a new cigarette. It's not that he's making a show of it. He doesn't have to. Just taking his time-- what might be for someone else time to think, but is for him time to articulate an instinct as he lights it and takes a long draw.]

I dunno.

[It's a non-answer, which is why he goes for it. To Justin's benefit, for once, it happens to be the utter truth.]

[absinthe_eyed]

[Justin stares at Richard for a long moment, weighing the response's truthfulness. He nods slowly.]

That works.

[After a moment, he removes a flattened baggy full of an herb that Richard will immediately recognize from between the pages of his book and offers it to him.]

You can use this while you're here. Courtesy of a minor drug bust. I catalogued the evidence.

[derangetheworld]

[Richard can't help but smile at that, weirdly touched. He's used to getting kind of a cold shoulder from Justin during these intrusions into the City, not gifts. He steps a bit closer, ostensibly to take the weed but also just to close the distance between them.]

Enough here for both of us.

[absinthe_eyed]

[Guilt and nostalgia, Richard. Guilt and nostalgia. Justin returns the smile instead of stepping away.]

We'd have to go somewhere out of the way. I can't let my boss catch me.

[On second thought, Beckett might be pleased that her glorified secretary was loosening up. Or not. It's hard to tell with mercurial bosses and banned substances that weren't disposed of properly.]

The graveyard's quiet.

o hai sorry I suck D: I wrote this tag and saved it and... never posted it. /failboat

[derangetheworld]

[That's got kind of an old time ring to it, doesn't it? A little melancholic, a little rebellious. That is exactly how these things get started. Pushing all the wrong boundaries, but it starts small. Everything starts small.]

Cool.

[Truth be told it's safe enough. Richard lives his afterlife in two-day increments at best, and it's not like he wants to kill for killing's sake. It's about binding and bonding. It would almost be touching, if he wasn't viciously amoral and easily bored.]