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From:

rathercommon

[ Even high as shit, morality compels her to protest - ]

Well, it - like - Our targets were stupid, and we did it all stupidly. So it wasn't ever great.

[ Bbbbut... ]

But Martin - Martin, once, he bombed a party the Prime Minister was at. It killed him - he drowned escaping - but it let 'em know we were out there. And that we weren't taking shit.

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From:

nastygram

[Blah blah blah, pussy protest, blah blah, Darlene is already rolling her eyes. Then she realizes Kitty is actually giving some deets and she starts listening.]

No shit.

[Good deets.]

Then what happened?

From:

rathercommon

Then they tried to crack down on us. Step up the hunt.

[ She shrugs. The gesture is fluidly arrogant. In spite of all her protestations of repudiation of her prior activities, there are things she is deadly-proud of. ]

Didn't work, of course. They weren't exactly good at their jobs.

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From:

nastygram

[So much a better version of Kitty, enough to get a grin out of Darlene. Destruction and explosions have a place in her heart; idealism and slow social change do not.]

You kept blowing their shit up, huh? Badass bitch.

From:

rathercommon

Well -

[ She's pleased by the praise, though of course she protests - ]

We were misaiming completely. Anyone actually worth killing was powerful enough to protect themselves. But - Yeah. We weren't ever scared.

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From:

nastygram

I mean it's a statement, right. "Fuck you, we're not going away"--even if it's not all underlined in human blood, or whatever.

[She flicks some crumbs onto the floor and then, outright, just asks--]

You don't have a thing for Elliot, do you.

From:

rathercommon

Ah -

[ She was about to respond to the first part; the second takes her by surprise. ]

A...thing? What, is he expecting something from me?

[ It's...a foreign sort of concept. ]

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From:

nastygram

[She blinks. Waits for a follow up. Then she grins.]

Oh, yeah. Wait, no-- you're expecting something from him. Like-- the-- shit. [She snorts, which turns into a laugh.] Ahh, man. I don't want to get into this, okay, whatever and whoever he wants to do is fine, it's whatever. Same for you. I don't want you thinking I am like so into you and want in your pants. Don't mistake this.

From:

rathercommon

Oh - oh. Oh.

[ She blinks, and then grins and laughs. There's a little flush of color in her cheeks, but she looks pleased. ]

What - does he like me?

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From:

nastygram

[The pleasant girlfriends at a sleepover air is slightly marred by Darlene's intense eyeroll.]

Um, why would I know. I'm asking you about yourself.

From:

rathercommon

He's cute. Really awkward, but very cute.

[ Kitty glances at Darlene, eyebrows raised - ]

Do you like him or something?

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From:

nastygram

Um, ew?

[This would be the part where she could make this clear and be like DUDE, HE'S MY BROTHER but instead she just curls her lip and loads all that don't-suggest-incest-at-me into her tone.]

No. Bu-ut, that's a yes from you. Are you still in your super progressive three-way?

From:

rathercommon

Hold on.

[ Kitty narrows her eyes slightly at Darlene. ]

Elliot isn't an ew. He's delightful.

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From:

nastygram

[Delightful. She rolls her eyes, again.]

Okay, Granny, and he's my frickin' brother so, ew. You can chill with the defensiveness.

From:

rathercommon

Your -

[ Um. ]

Like - actually your brother?

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From:

nastygram

Jesus, yes. This isn't like a homie thing. We slid out the same vag. Yes.

[Slowly, in the universal I-am-speaking-to-a-moron-so-I-will-speak-in-a-robotic-monotone:] Are you good with that or do you want a blood test.

From:

rathercommon

[ She puffs out her cheeks in irritation. ]

Don't be condescending. That just doesn't happen often here, all right.

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From:

nastygram

[Jazzhands.]

Hooray, the Aldersons are the special snowflake exception to the rule!

[She lets her hands slap onto her knees.]

Now that you have your deets, give me mine. Still got that threeway goin' on, Miss Thang? Y or N.

From:

rathercommon

[ Huffy sigh, but - ]

Yes. I have.

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From:

nastygram

Okay, well leave Elliot out of it.

[There. She's done her duty, or whatever. With a languid flop of her hand, she pulls her backpack closer to her so she can fumble with the front zipper, get out her cigarettes and another lighter. The one they've been using is way too far away.]

From:

rathercommon

[ Oh. Aw. The corner of Kitty's lip quirks up. ]

Sisterly protection?

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From:

nastygram

Fuck you.

[Casual, almost like a suggestion. Darlene yanks a cigarette out of the pack and sticks it in her mouth, lights up without asking.]

He doesn't need any drama which is all that your super progressive sexy arrangement is going mean for him, so.

From:

rathercommon

I actually tend to be pretty drama free.

[ No she doesn't. ]

Which is how this ends up working. Honestly, I'm quite an easygoing person.

[ No she isn't. ]

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From:

nastygram

[No she doesn't, and no she isn't, and Darlene knows it. She takes a sec to fix Kitty with a ok.jpg look, but not as fake cheerful.]

Bullshit.

[But.]

Prove it, bitch. If you're so easygoing, you'll be totally cool with leaving him out of the ménage à trois. Right?