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[bringsuffering]

[Pain is back from his training vacation with Alek, and with Vespa in bed at home, he and Alek are in a kitchen room, where Pain is making pasta while Alek hangs around, watching. He's been working on improving Alek's skills in both combat and spying, and tonight's dinner is about the latter.]

/Domestic training is important for intelligence work.

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[bringsuffering]

[...well, he probably deserved that.]

I thought Mother would tell you I was on vacation for the past week. Although I may get killed shortly, but it's part of my plan, so don't worry.

[He pats his back.]

It's ok; I'm here.

[helll_patrol]

[WHAT THE HELL?! Why is his commander hugging that asshole who killed him twice? Alek slams the glass he was holding against the counter, more than a little irritated.]

where there is food, there is Bogart

[cargo_corvid]

[There is a Bogart poking his beak curiously into the kitchen. The raven's feathers are still patchy and scraggly-looking from his bout of obsessive-compulsive preening in the Insanity Room.]

[bringsuffering]

[He grabs some pasta and offers it to Bogart.]

Hello, old friend.

[It's good to see the bird again.]

[cargo_corvid]

[He tests a bit, experimentally. Deciding he likes it, the bird starts downing the pasta with enthusiasm.

Bogart can always rely on Pains to provide interesting foodstuffs~]

[bringsuffering]

[Pains like feeding birds.

Meanwhile, this Pain has a chicken liver for Bogart if he wants some.]

[darksideofwar]

[Boss comes in with a sorrowinwar slung over her shoulder. Blood speckled with broken tooth enamel smeared over her back where his mouth bumped against the leather as she strode. Her smirk as crooked as the jagged cracks of a mirror's broken surface.]

Look who I ran into.

[bringsuffering]

A Sorrow~?

[He looks up, tapping the chopping knife in his hand against the table.]

I assume you have something in mind~

[sorrowinwar]

[x_x]

cripes I'm full of fail

[darksideofwar]

He's reckless and doesn't heed the ground he stands on. Do you know what he said to me?

"Fuck you".

[Boss scowls as she tosses the body on the table. She holds a gloved hand to his mouth; prying his jaw open and showing her handiwork to Pain.]

As you can see, I've already reprimanded him for his insolence. However, I don't believe the lesson will stick with him. This place has proven that physical wounds are as permanent as paper...