[There's a drip of something dry in that one-worded question that hangs in the air for a second before she waves her hand dismissively in a fashion that's meant to be nonchalant.]
Well, whatever... it doesn't matter, I suppose.
[Or so she says, but morbid curiosity gets to her. She can't help but actually think - it's what she gets, she supposes, for being that kind of person.
The girl who, for the longest time couldn't trust anybody.
Not people who she called her 'friends'. Or her family.
Always being afraid of something did that to someone to the point where she just wound up picking on the habit of analyzing the people around her, the situations around her, everything.
But she's not like that any longer. Yet - bad habits don't die off that easily, and neither does her curiosity. That's something she'll shelve for a later date; something she can remember for later in case things went awry.]
Well, it's not like either side is bad. [Although there's certainly more risk being on the running side of things.] But obviously I wouldn't put my neck out there for this sort of thing. The less people can figure out who's behind the curtain, the better.
[For multiple reasons that she could list on her fingers alone.]
But it has its benefits...?
[She can't help but arch a brow at that, once again curious. It isn't as if she hadn't thought about what those were herself, but given that he said that he was used to this sort of job, he probably has a different perspective on what those are.]
Well, I suppose that's true. But it's not like I'm paying you or anything like that.
[And then she grimaces for a second, hugging herself in feigned disgust.]
Unless this was your plan all along? You wanted to get something off of me?
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[There's a drip of something dry in that one-worded question that hangs in the air for a second before she waves her hand dismissively in a fashion that's meant to be nonchalant.]
Well, whatever... it doesn't matter, I suppose.
[Or so she says, but morbid curiosity gets to her. She can't help but actually think - it's what she gets, she supposes, for being that kind of person.
The girl who, for the longest time couldn't trust anybody.
Not people who she called her 'friends'. Or her family.
Always being afraid of something did that to someone to the point where she just wound up picking on the habit of analyzing the people around her, the situations around her, everything.
But she's not like that any longer. Yet - bad habits don't die off that easily, and neither does her curiosity. That's something she'll shelve for a later date; something she can remember for later in case things went awry.]
Well, it's not like either side is bad. [Although there's certainly more risk being on the running side of things.] But obviously I wouldn't put my neck out there for this sort of thing. The less people can figure out who's behind the curtain, the better.
[For multiple reasons that she could list on her fingers alone.]
But it has its benefits...?
[She can't help but arch a brow at that, once again curious. It isn't as if she hadn't thought about what those were herself, but given that he said that he was used to this sort of job, he probably has a different perspective on what those are.]
Well, I suppose that's true. But it's not like I'm paying you or anything like that.
[And then she grimaces for a second, hugging herself in feigned disgust.]
Unless this was your plan all along? You wanted to get something off of me?