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[cactusy]

[If I don't have an active post up, feel free to use this post to have your character call, videochat, text, or knock on Shaw's door.]

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[themostfun]

[ Root starts rubbing Shaw's shoulders. ]

Sixty.

[ Aren't you proud she didn't say sixty-nine? ]

[cactusy]

Fifty's already a lot; don't underestimate my skills.

[She cups her palm over Root, pressing down lightly.]

Fifty-two.

[themostfun]

All right. [ She rocks her hips a little, fingers pressing down harder against Shaw's muscles. ] Fifty-two.

[cactusy]

Deal.

[She says, as she sloooooooowly but insistently rubs her thumb over Root's clit.]

You start edging towards fifty-three and I'm shutting this whole thing down.

[themostfun]

[ Root's chuckle comes out shuddery. She keeps working at Shaw's shoulders, and tilts her head enough that she can nip at Shaw's earlobe. ]

Okay. Deal.

[cactusy]

[There's a thing that Shaw has discovered that she really likes to do to Root, and that's combine softness with roughness. So she increases the pressure on Root's clit, dips a finger lower, makes sure Root is worked up and wet enough for a sudden deep thrust in... but she does it right alongside a sweet, gentle kiss to Root's neck, followed by a nuzzle.]

[ slightly backdated to day of Root brawl ]

[handleyourshit]

Hey.

You want to ask me something, fucking ask me, don't go behind my back.

[ slightly backdated to day of Root brawl ]

[cactusy]

[A confused pause.

What are you talking about?

[handleyourshit]

Jesus told me that you asked him if I was okay and if I intended to keep starting shit with Root.

Seems like those are both questions I would be better suited to answering, don't they?

[cactusy]

Oh, that. I asked him how you were doing because I wanted a straight answer instead of defensive posturing. And would you look at that. Seems like I made a good choice.

-- He said I asked him if you were going to keep starting shit with Root?

[handleyourshit]

See, I've heard a few things about you the suggest that you actually may have been going to my warden friend to deal with my inmate fussiness.

I'm not posturing. And I'm not defensive. I'm pissed because I'm not some kid that the parents need to talk over the head of.

[cactusy]

And I guess I need to clear things up with him, because I know she was the one who attacked you. No idea where he got the idea I thought you were the one who started shit. More conversations about this crap. Cool. My favorite thing.

[This is all said in the driest, most deadpan tone possible.]

You've been posturing and defensive every other time I talked to you, and I've never been able to get a straight answer from you about anything. Wasn't personal. I just didn't feel like getting the full Rosita Espinosa experience.

[handleyourshit]

You mean right after I died?

My bad. Yeah, that's pretty representative of me as a person.

I don't know what you need to clarify with him. I wasn't fucking there, was I?

So congratulations. Now you get full bitchtits for the chickenshit attempt to avoid asking me a pretty straightforward question.

[cactusy]

I don't know, I asked him a straightforward question and I got a straightforward answer. Kinda seems like my goals were met.

[handleyourshit]

And I'm telling you, don't involve him when it's me you want to know something about.

[cactusy]

Here's something I wanna know about you - would you care about this if you didn't think it was a sign that I look down on inmates?

I bet they told you I want to raid every inmate cabin and steal all their stuff too, huh.

[handleyourshit]

Yeah, I would. I like when people talk to me when they want to know something about me.

I didn't start getting pissed about the inmate-warden thing until Jesus told me he would talk to you and make sure it wasn't going to be a problem on Root's end.

I heard something like that. And the speakeasy.

[cactusy]

You ever think that, I dunno, we were just trying to help out? She'd just attacked you, and I didn't know how bad off you were or if you were in any shape to field messages. He probably didn't know if Root would be too pissed off to hear from him, either. Nobody thinks you guys are kids.

[handleyourshit]

You told me you wanted to avoid defensive posturing.

I believe that more than I believe whatever the fuck you think helping is, from a woman that seems to assume I'm always going to act the same way I did freshly fucking kidnapped.

[cactusy]

More than one thing can be true at the same time. You're aggressive and Rovia isn't, you're more of an unknown to me than Rovia is, and I didn't know if you were moaning in pain in a hospital bed.

[handleyourshit]

[God, she fucking hates... this. All of this.

All of it.]

Look, just because I don't like it doesn't mean I don't get it.

Doesn't change that I prefer to be dealt with directly. Actually, I prefer to just be left the fuck out of it.

[cactusy]

You were already in it, dude. And if there's one thing I've learned about this place, everyone's all tangled up in a really annoying small-town way. No avoiding it.

[handleyourshit]

Yeah.

Whatever.

[cactusy]

Just wait 'till your first breach when you have fake siblings or you're hooking up with somebody; it's gonna be the worst.

[And she nearly just leaves it there, but.]

The thing with the speakeasy and the cabins was... part misunderstanding, part me not getting this place's weird-ass job standards. I'm not raiding anything. Hasn't stopped some people from thinking I'm just laying low and biding my time, but I can't do anything about that.

[handleyourshit]

Look, I don't really care about the speakeasy or the cabins. I don't care about this warden vs inmate bullshit, wherever or however it shows up. I don't care about grudges, or bad blood, or whatever here.

Jesus was trying to help because that's what Jesus does. I don't need that, and I don't need people getting used to going to him with my bullshit just because he's got the eyes. I've fought scarier dead things than your wife.

I've survived worse things than fake siblings and I could do with a hookup.