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BRANCH & ROOT / prompt 3
[Heine's content to eavesdrop; he's at home, reclining at the far end of the bar, inconspicuous -- though there's no need to be, merely listening to what the buzz is about.. He's wary about the suspicions regarding the resistance, though he's reluctant to engage anyone outside of his table. He eyes Badou over the rim of his mug, not overly fond of the swill within, but it's part of socializing. Infogathering.
It all helps with his career -- their career, in a roundabout way. He's entirely to passe about their circumstances; he hasn't been roused to fight, train or vouch for one side over the other (logically speaking, however, the resistance is least of all to blame). Matter of fact, he's remaining quiet, focusing on a scene beyond Badou involving a Scarback and an ordinary patron, unidentifiable by faction with a mere glance. Their interaction isn't a hostile one, but it's interesting on principle.]
Have you been feeling any different?
[With his eyes elsewhere. Regarding talks of that pandemic. The query is void of actual concern.]
It all helps with his career -- their career, in a roundabout way. He's entirely to passe about their circumstances; he hasn't been roused to fight, train or vouch for one side over the other (logically speaking, however, the resistance is least of all to blame). Matter of fact, he's remaining quiet, focusing on a scene beyond Badou involving a Scarback and an ordinary patron, unidentifiable by faction with a mere glance. Their interaction isn't a hostile one, but it's interesting on principle.]
Have you been feeling any different?
[With his eyes elsewhere. Regarding talks of that pandemic. The query is void of actual concern.]
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His attention turns back to his partner.]
What, like whether or not these wings are gonna give me mud butt later? Thought you didn't get sick.
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If that's what you're thinking about, there's nothing to worry about.
[His shoulders rise and fall in a shrug, half-disguised with an audible exhale. He's further deflating into his seat.]
They're all yours.
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A sigh.]
I'm kidding. Help me eat these-- pay for em, mostly. I feel fine, by the way. How are you.
[said robotically like he can't believe this.]
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I'm not hungry.
[Or maybe he is, and he's at that stage of hunger where he's unable to recognize how hungry he is anymore? He can't recall the last meal he ate, and not at all due to a lack of income. He's got better things to fuss about.
A moment of deliberation has him half-heartedly poking at a drumstick.]
But I've felt fine.
[In case that wasn't rhetorical.]
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He hums vaguely.]
Alright...that's good, isn't it? Don't tell me you've grown a conscience and feel bad you're not like the rest of em, laid up.
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Besides, it's chicken wings (etc). Badou earns a look while bringing the leg to his mouth. There's a tentative bite, followed by another. He's definitely not mourning anything, he's just...
Considering a few things. Maybe the atmosphere's getting to him. Hopefully they'll earn a client out of this, at least. He won't tend to his drink again until he's cleaned the bone of meat. When he does, it's a generous draft.]
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He's buying seconds if that's the case.]
So? You're normally a freak anyway, this ain't much different.
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What's that about?
[While setting that chicken bone down in the main...serving dish, which is unhygienic as it is impolite. They were probably given individual plates, too, stacked up off to the side...unused entirely.]
Don't blow my cover in a place like this.
[It's sarcastic, unconcerned as ever -- since the start of their pit stop.]
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White hair and Eyepatch remember? Pretty sure everyone knows you're a freak when they put two and two together. Just gotta breathe the same air as you and know....
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Not that he's been to etiquette school himself. For example, he's moving to flick the speck of juice-spat-chicken back into Badou's general direction.]
They wouldn't know if you'd stick to the plan for once.
[Now he's just kindling the flames.]
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Eat shit-- you're the one who didn't stick to the plan! You were thirty goddamn minutes late! I'm gonna take that game of yours and-- and--
[well he realizes who he's talking to]
And give it a nice home.
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[He straightens his posture, just a bit, glad he's still clutching his drink -- not that Badou's outburst would've been enough to topple it.
Speaking of, he'll drain the mug entirely while trying to unlock a double meaning behind his partner's words...but not for long. He'd rather not digress.]
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[he's doing a real good job of keeping under the radar with all this shouting]
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When?
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THE OTHER DAY! WHENEVER YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT-- what are you talking about.
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I'm talking about last week.
[Cue the waitress, who's just here to ask how the wings were. He's gonna leave this to Badou.]
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[he still doesn't believe the Timeline of this by the way]
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He's lost interest in nettling about their continuous stream of botched (which isn't even the right word, they're good at completing things) plans. It's a weekly topic anyway.]
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it always fails WHAT ARE THEY DOING WRONG
maybe its no use trying to have business meetings like this]
You hear about the company dude caught fucking something interesting?