IC: forward cut because bitchfight

[maleborgia]

*It might take a day or so but, yes, Cesare remembers he and Shaun were arguing and that it had quickly devolved into insults and maybe he should do something about all of that. Clashing world views and all that, but he might as well do the decent thing and make an overture.

In light of that, he's standing outside the Assassin cabin, one hand cupped to his mouth.*

Shaun? Are you in there?

Ed

OH GDI THIS IS JUST A CONTINUES POST FOR ALL BITCHFIGHTS EVER.

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[sharpasafawkes]

[Oh no, not dealing with it, in fact making sure the rooftop grate is closed and heading inside without a word. Not that cesare can see because well, no windows.]

[maleborgia]

* :| such the mature response, Shaun.*

I'm not sure if you can hear me. I need to speak with you.

[sharpasafawkes]

[Oh no, someone here didn't want his advice. But no indication that Shaun even is in the building.]

[maleborgia]

*sitting down against the side of the cabin in the shade, then. he can wait. in fact, he brought his laptop with him.

signing on to the network and if Shaun doesn't respond he'll just do other work here until Malik or someone shows up.*

[sharpasafawkes]

[It seems like either everyone's inside, or everyone's out for the day...]

[maleborgia]

*looking for Shaun in the barn*

[sharpasafawkes]

[NO THAT'S COOL, I CAN JUST DO WHAT YOU WANT AGAIN. IGNORE MY COMMENT, IT'S FINE. hooker]

[And in that vein, he's not there at all]

[maleborgia]

*then this will be a cut of another six hours or so because he has Things To Do and hunting your ass down isn't the only one.

trying that night at the cabin*

[sharpasafawkes]

[Oh he's there in the courtyard, but he's signed out of his normal communication services.]

[maleborgia]

*Back in his room, putting things away. Straighten that sheet, move those books--huh, what are those pieces of paper under the bed? They must have fallen out of the book he was reading when he dropped it...

Oh.*

[sharpasafawkes]

[doot doot doot, back in the library, reading is going on]

[maleborgia]

*...folding them up and going to get an envelope from Turnbull to put them in.*

[sharpasafawkes]

[well, actually make it napping.]

[maleborgia]

*a week or so after being changed into a child, there is a seven year old asleep in his bed in Camp. it's extra cozy because (after all) he makes a point of bringing bedmates in whenever possible.*

[sharpasafawkes]

[sleepin Shaun, sleepin Shaun, making sure tinies don't gorge on all the candy~]

[maleborgia]

*rolls onto his back and, as he does, suddenly gains ten years*

[sharpasafawkes]

[still dozing, god beds are so wonderful]

[sharpasafawkes]

[dum de dum, AT THE CAVES]

[maleborgia]

*shows up a little after, more or less empty handed* All right. Let's go.

[sharpasafawkes]

[hefting the shot gun.]

hopefully the bats will be asleep this time

[maleborgia]

With any luck. *passing by him into the caves*

[sharpasafawkes]

[TYPING IN THE MAIN ROOM, because yeah, now waiting at the grate]

[maleborgia]

*quietly testing--nope, locked.*

Shaun.

[sharpasafawkes]

[From the main room]

Yeah?

[maleborgia]

We agreed I would come to speak to you. Are you going to have this entire conversation shouted?