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Re: sometime after the chapel

[atowncalledtreffy]

I was just wondering if you had a plan in place.

Re: sometime after the chapel

[a_titanum]

Several. In a row. Also obviously.

I'm not even using letters because there's more than 26 of them.

Re: sometime after the chapel

[atowncalledtreffy]

The fuck did I do to deserve over 25 murder plans?

Re: sometime after the chapel

[a_titanum]

32. They get somewhat ridiculous after 14, however.

And you're going to tell me you won't chew through at least ten of them?

Forgive me my faith in you.

Re: sometime after the chapel

[atowncalledtreffy]

Is this about me calling out Kirei for being a shit weasel?

Re: sometime after the chapel

[a_titanum]

Partially.

Re: sometime after the chapel

[atowncalledtreffy]

And what else?

Re: sometime after the chapel

[a_titanum]

Why should I explain to someone I'm going to kill 14 times?

Why do you think?

[ Wherever he is is getting a knock. ]

Re: sometime after the chapel

[atowncalledtreffy]

[Trevor was removed to Zero until the floor passes. He scowls, getting up off the bed to come over to the bars]</small

Re: sometime after the chapel

[a_titanum]

[ He will get to see Florian's new hair, black enough to shine blue in the light. The dark hair lets the faintest suggestion of freckles show on his face and it brings out the blue in his eyes.

Trevor can't see the nails, however, given that he's wearing his gloves once again, so he will hear as much as see the way Florian's fingers squeeze the bars tight enough to squeak.

Florian doesn't speak at first; instead, he's staring at Trevor, looking him up and down, assuring himself that Trevor is all right. Once he's assured- ]

It had nothing to do with me. Yes?

flood not floor oops

[atowncalledtreffy]

[He comes over to within hitting distance, looping his arms through the bars to stare down at Florian]

'Course not.

Nice hair.

[a_titanum]

[ At this angle, Trevor might be able to see the cracks in the livid anger that reveal the terribly young fear beneath. He looks like he wants to touch him, but he won't dare. The white gloves creak. ]

At least I didn't burn anything down.

[ A fussy, lip-bitting huff. ]

How long are you in there for?

[atowncalledtreffy]

[shit. He hadn't regretted attacking Kirei until just now, when he sees how upset Florian is about it. Trevor rubs at his face a little]

Until the flood wears off, or Archer comes down to let me out. Or a week, if he's feeling punitive about it.

[a_titanum]

...I can bother him about it once the flood is over.

[atowncalledtreffy]

I'm all right here if he says no. This isn't exactly a torture chamber.

[a_titanum]

I bet you're getting extra sleep in there. [ That's a sniff. ]

[atowncalledtreffy]

Too much, if you ask me. But it's sort of funny to me that this is the same cell I used to frequent a lot as an inmate.

[a_titanum]

Providing such an example, Herr Belmont. [ And maybe there's a begrudging smile there. ] Trying to show me what trouble I ought to get up to to stay here?

[atowncalledtreffy]

Hey, most of my reasons were for fighting. I don't see you doing much of that.

[a_titanum]

[ He gives a delicate scrunching of his nose. ]

How many people do you have to fight here?

[atowncalledtreffy]

...Well, personally, I think I got into fights with about seventeen people in my first three months here. Things calmed down after that.

[a_titanum]

...no wonder Johann adores you.

[ But that is when he reaches into the assembled fluff of his outfit, into a pocket, and pulls from it a small wrapped bundle. He holds it up and through the bars. Within is a quantity of biscuits, some with bacon and others with butter and jam.

While he is certainly too small and frail to do so, his expression says he will jam it down Trevor's throat if he tries to fight him on this. ]

No one's in a fit state to remember to feed a troublemaker.

[atowncalledtreffy]

[Trevor is silent when he takes the bundle. He's not amazing at accepting gifts, always hunched and awkward and never knowing quite what to say, but food means something to him. The fact that Florian probably made it and brought it down here in the cells is big.

He gives a low exhale, and re-wraps the food to save for later, clearly touched and dealing with...a lot. Typical of him, he makes a joke to stave off the impending ache:]

What, no beer? I told Shaw to back off the speakeasy.

[a_titanum]

[ It means quite a lot to Florian as well. He knows how easy it is to forget those locked away. He watches Trevor for a moment more, through the joke, before he lets his pale eyes fill with amusement and roll. ]

You get beer with lunch, you sloppy heathen.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Heathen? I'm a heretic, thanks very much. You're the heathen to me.

[Trevor says, disappearing the food into his cloak. He'll eat it later, in privacy. Despite the joking, his eyes are an open book, clearly touched with gratitude]