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[under_secretary]

Game of squash?

Really, this is one of the more idiot curses, simply gone out of hand. Spies. Who believes in spies?

Private to Operatives//unhackable

It seems he's taken to flagrant use of cameras in his attempt to tip the scales. I refuse to let this happen

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[razrsharp]

There's been enough noise in the City, a game would be lovely.

//Without Marmalade//

[under_secretary]

No.

[See icon]

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[razrsharp]

Good.

[See next frame.]

//Without Marmalade//

[under_secretary]

Shower?

[And the next one]

//Without Marmalade//

[razrsharp]

Don't mind if I do.

[And the next! Sort of walking Styles out with him. Careful glass door.]]

//Without Marmalade//

[under_secretary]

[Careful!]

How many did you bug?

//Without Marmalade//

[razrsharp]

None. From morning to late afternoon, everywhere I went I could swear I heard music. Not very subtle of you, sweetheart.

[Through the door, towards the showers.]

//Without Marmalade//

[under_secretary]

That wasn't me.

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[razrsharp]

[Now he's suspicious!]

Are you sure? I suppose you had nothing to do with bugging Foster and Nicholas' room either?

//Without Marmalade//

[under_secretary]

I'm sure.

I definitely had nothing to do with that.

//Without Marmalade//

[razrsharp]

Voyeurs, perhaps.

//Without Marmalade//

[under_secretary]

[Grab, pushes him into the showers]

I don't care about voyeurs.

//Without Marmalade//

[razrsharp]

[His elbow hits the warm knob, and his court clothes are still on!]

"Damn this war."

//Without Marmalade//

[under_secretary]

[Shirt off, shorts off, shoes off, then socks]

Come on, then.

//Without Marmalade//

[razrsharp]

[Declothesed in mere moments, and the water is very nice and warm.]

Ah, Christopher.

[Stealing a kiss!]

//Without Marmalade//

[under_secretary]

Yes?

[grab, kiss back]