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[angelofthenight]

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[corkscrewed]

Probably not. [ he hesitates, and then adds: ] It's probably pointless. It's definitely pointless if we don't give it a shot.

[angelofthenight]

[Long-suffering sigh. At least this fool isn't hopelessly idealistic.]

Very well. But the first thing you'll need to know is that I keep late hours. I will rarely be awake before noon.

[corkscrewed]

Sure. I don't really have a proper schedule here, anyway. [ he hesitates, then adds: ] You work in the library, right?

[angelofthenight]

Yes. Generally in the evening. I will be working afternoons for a little while, also.

[She's taken on some extra shifts while Tris is recovering.]

[corkscrewed]

I thought so. Jon's mentioned you. I worked in a library for- god, years. It's more interesting than it sounds, isn't it?

[angelofthenight]

[And she's right back to being suspicious.]

What has he been saying about me?

[She hopes he means he worked in a library before he came on this ship. Unless he really has been here for years. Wouldn't that be sad...]

It's a way to pass the time. I only took the job to keep any more idiots from trying to burn the place down.

[corkscrewed]

[ it was back at the magnus institute, before he was an archival assistant. it feels like a lifetime ago now. ]

Um - that you work there, mostly? Jon doesn't really gossip much. And people really do seem to target the library a lot, huh.

[angelofthenight]

Fine... I imagine my appearance is remarkable enough to mention.

[She's pacified for now.]

They do. And seeing as it is one of the very few enjoyable distractions on this hellish vessel, I take protecting it personally.

Are you working in the library now? I haven't seen you.

[Or maybe she just hasn't noticed. You, humans, are all the same.]

[corkscrewed]

I'm not. [ he figures it's good for him and jon to have some level of space apart on what is ultimately a pretty small barge. ] I'm supervising laundry services. It's - certainly something.

Could we meet before one of your shifts? I'll bring mine and Jon's dog.

[angelofthenight]

[Laundry. Oh right. Some people use the facilities. She prefers to handwash her own usual attire of aged linen loincloth and halter top. It's a pain. But she hasn't branched out much in style since she got to the Barge.]

Very well. But why will you have Jon's dog?

[corkscrewed]

[ martin, personally, is delighted to be able to wear t-shirts and jeans all day every day. ]

Oh, uh, she's both of ours? We got her together.

[angelofthenight]

Got her together. Are you two... [She raises a brow suggestively.] ...together?

[corkscrewed]

[ he raises both of his own eyebrows in return, expression neutral. ]

Is that a problem?

[angelofthenight]

I don't care what you humans do with one another. As long as I don't have to hear about it.

[corkscrewed]

Have meals together and argue, mostly, but I'll try not to share all of that sordid titillation with you. You're fine with dogs then?

[angelofthenight]

[SIGH.] Your domesticity could not be of less interest to me.

I have nothing against dogs, except that they deserve better masters. Bring her, it will improve the company.

[corkscrewed]

You're not wrong - she does have the best personality on the ship.

Okay. We'll chat again soon. Thanks for, uh - you know. Accommodating. I know it's not fun.

[angelofthenight]

Don't thank me yet.

[Demona hangs up before she changes her mind about the whole thing.]