BLUESCLUES PENDANT COMMUNICATIONS

[cluedin]

Well. You did it! Your pendants are yours to keep and you're able to reach out to anyone with a matching necklace. Maybe it's time to say hi? Or, you know...sometimes misfires happen.

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[miscakes]

That? [Hm.] It sounded like you were about to go on quite the tirade. Please, don't stop on my account.

[disreguarded]

Nope. You don't get any of my tirades. You didn't earn them.

So who did you kill?

[miscakes]

Didn't you say I was too scrawny for anything more than stealing?

[In a near imitation of her tone—]

No, you didn't earn the right to learn what I did.

[disreguarded]

I was trying to provoke you into telling me, but you're not enough of a dumbass to fall for that.

[ she!! is trying SO HARD NOT TO GET ANGRY. her voice is very deliberately cool. ] And I mean, I could ask Akira. I don't have to get my information from the source.

[miscakes]

[Haha, good luck, Beau... His tone is very placid.]

Akira knows my affairs are none of your concern, either. But you're welcome to try if you're so desperate for information.

[disreguarded]

Akira's not the only way I could figure it out. [ she shrugs, and it comes out in her tone. ]

Though I'm surprised you're not dying to gloat about what you did. Isn't that what stupid melodramatic villains pretending to be heroes love doing?

[miscakes]

No one will share that information with you. Give up while you're ahead.

[Cooly. And then, he clicks his tongue.]

Oh, is how you see me?

[disreguarded]

[ she's quiet for a moment. ]

I think you'd like that to be true. [ a short, frustrated sigh. ] But there wouldn't be so many good people trying to stand up for you if you were.

[miscakes]

[Ah.

What the fuck.]

That's rather presumptuous of you, don't you think? [Hm. Maybe she struck a nerve.] You're going to run into trouble if you make such assessments of people you barely know.

[disreguarded]

[ hah! ]

Oh, please. I don't have to know what your favorite color is to know that you cover up all that shit that hurts you on the inside with pretentiousness and a shitty attitude.

[miscakes]

[hewwo? police? i would like to report a murder.]

Are you projecting, Beauregard-san? If so, leave me out of it.

[disreguarded]

I fuckin' dare you to find someone who would describe me as pretentious, dude.

[ she gives an unconcerned sniff. ] Anyway. It's not projecting. But I can relate.

[miscakes]

Oh, but you don't deny the shitty attitude. [PETULANT.] Whatever it is, keep it to yourself. I didn't ask for your pity.

[disreguarded]

I've never denied my shitty attitude. [ shrug. ] And I don't pity you, either.

[miscakes]

Then why continue spewing such senseless garbage?

[disreguarded]

Man, I really hit a nerve, huh?

[miscakes]

... Don't be ridiculous. I have simply run out of patience to suffer through anyone's nonsense.

[disreguarded]

[ she just laughs now. ]

Uh huh. Okay, so like - if I told you I actually wanted to try to be friends with you, what would you say?

[miscakes]

[.............]

Are you mocking me?

[disreguarded]

[ another laugh. ]

Fuck, I - okay, fair. [ that's about right. ] No, I'm not, actually.