IC Contact || Siren's Pull

[hisoldgirl]

Hello? No, goodbye. Or is it both. Neither? Data entry should not be this confusing. It wasn't always this way, you know, but now it's gone and happened again. He always handled everything; that's the way this is supposed to work. He takes the calls, I store the data. I'm not supposed to do both. Thief? Thief, come here! [and the feed goes quiet as she disappears to find her thief, leaving it alone to click off later]

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[pawnofrassilon]

Are you offering something?

[hisoldgirl]

To you? No.

[pawnofrassilon]

Good. I prefer taking.

[hisoldgirl]

I've noticed.

[pawnofrassilon]

Still afraid of me?

[hisoldgirl]

I should think that's what you want, isn't it?

[pawnofrassilon]

That wasn't an answer.

[hisoldgirl]

No, it wasn't. Perhaps I won't give you one.

[pawnofrassilon]

And yet you have already.

[hisoldgirl]

Think what you will, Master.

[pawnofrassilon]

I will. Because I'm right.

[hisoldgirl]

Not always. [though this time it's true]