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[worldentire]

[For a moment there's the sound of a pencil scribbling on paper, but he pauses, takes a drag off his cigarette. The page rustles as he turns it

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[Video]

[leavingcyphers]

[She's not saying anything, but she's pouting into the video, her head peering over the top of the table it's resting on.

...She's not sure whether she'll upset you more or not, but she's REALLY sorry still.]

[audio]

[worldentire]

[stares at the video for a long time. Finally speaks, voice hoarse] Need somethin'?

[Video]

[leavingcyphers]

[She's just staring still, scared of what might come.]

Did I do something bad, Mister Bubbles?

[audio]

[worldentire]

[Damnit, she's still calling him that. He winces. His head is starting to cloud up again.] It's Sinclair, and no, you didn't do anythin' wrong.

[leavingcyphers]

[She blinks; she thought that was what she was calling him.]

You stopped talking and then talked again and then told me to go... I thought you were angry, mister bubbles.

[worldentire]

[twitches at the name again, grunts angrily in reply without even realizing it]

[leavingcyphers]

[She can't help it, it feels natural to her now that she's met him and now that she knows... it's like a sixth sense- okay, seventh if you count ADAM finding as the sixth.]

...

[Stareeee.]

[worldentire]

.... [is oddly fixated by her staring after a moment. He'd only looked up once but now he can't... stop... ] ........

I... [makes a strangled little noise and tears his gaze from the screen] 'Less you need somethin', little missy..

[leavingcyphers]

Please may I have my crayons back, Mister Bubbles?

[worldentire]

..... [coughs, looks up at her sadly, knowing she can't see him] .. I-I... [grunts in reply, an approving, odd sort of noise]

[leavingcyphers]

...

[She's staring silently again, a little embarrassed this time.]

I forgot how to find you.

[worldentire]

[wants to ask her where she is but can't form the words; instead, silently stands and begins to lope out of his room in an attempt to find her]

[kindly_done]

[Jack is on his way somewhere--quite possibly to see Sinclair himself about the dogs--when he pulls up short upon seeing the older man.]

Mister Sinclair!

[He waves, offers a small smile. All is forgiven...mostly.]

[worldentire]

[He looks up at Jack very slowly and his eyes look glossed over. He stares at Jack for a moment and something seems to snap into place - the glossed look is replaced by a very real terror. He seems to snap out of his reverie and he suddenly looks tired, ragged - and, most importantly, scared.]

Jack, y'gotta help me out. There's this damned Sister followin' me around, callin' me Mister Bubbles and - I can't - [pauses, gropes for words, settles on barking] I can't Goddamn say no to her, Jack!

[kindly_done]

[Jack stares at him, entirely unaccustomed to seeing Sinclair so upset--and more strikingly, not hiding his upset, not trying to appear smooth and collected.

He flinches at the last bit, hand twitching unconsciously toward his wrench.]

W...how do I...what am I supposed to do?

I fully expect Cindy to find ways to Sinclair anyways. I'm kind of betting on it. XD

[worldentire]

Just get rid'a her somehow. I don't care. I just need her t'leave me alone! [shaken visibly. Lights a cigarette and doesn't bother with the holder, just takes a long drag in an attempt to calm.] You don't understand, son. I can't handle this.