bothbarrels | Duplicity IC Contact

[ Okay. Okay. Not ignoring her. She lets out a breath, holds her device against her face, then reins in her expectations. There's not enough to go off in that message to tell anything else (though perhaps that says something in itself) and her turning up in a shithole like this seems like exactly the shit that'd make him break the agreement. ]

surprise, i guess! the others let me know you were here. york gave me your handle

~~he also said you told him you came from somewhere else before here, was it the~~

~~do you remember the rig~~

~~what's the last thing you~~

[ She types, erases, types again... finally actually sends: ]

are you busy?

Nah, I'm not doing anything. Did you want to meet up?

no, clearly i asked because i was hoping to avoid you

[ Snark snark. ]

yeah, i wanna meet up. wherever's best for you. i uh

ended up in the up. and also blanked out a lot of the official tour

I can come to the up if that's what you'd like. I'm flexible.

sure. why not. i'm just in my apartment, you come up and i can come let you into the building or whatever

Okay, I'll be there after a bit.

[ And true to his word, he arrives there after a little less than half an hour. When he arrives, he knocks on her door. ]

[ She spends the entire time steeling herself, because no matter what, this isn't going to be easy. God, and she thought their first reunion was messy...

But she's been pacing by the door since she buzzed him into the building, so none of the hesitation shows when she opens it before his fist's actually off the surface.

She stares at him. Just— stares, for a few seconds, then finds herself pulling him into a hug before she even consciously makes the choice to. ]

Heyy.

[ He returns the hug, clinging to her as tightly as she's clinging to him. ]

You okay?

[ She nods, buries her face in his shoulder and clings as tightly as she dares. He's here, he's here and he's hugging her back and fuck, she's missed him. ]

M'fine. I just— I just fuckin' missed you, s'all.

[ He nestles his head against her hair. ]

I missed you, too.

[ He doesn't know whether this is his South—the one who'd been taken by Bifrons into their headquarters and disappeared—but it's a true fact and something they evidently share. They can clarify their experiences later. ]

[ The horrid thing is that it's him hugging her back like this, clinging to her as desperately as she's clinging to him, that starts to make it settle in that something's different. That this isn't the North she left behind.

Her fists ball tighter in his clothes and she buries the thought for a little while longer. She just— she needs this. ]

I— we should probably— actually get inside.

[ But she doesn't let go. ]

[ He chuckles a little, starting to pull back and realizing quickly that it wasn't happening. ]

Oh— shush, asshole.

[ There's no venom, even comes with a little laugh under her breath at her own expensive. She buries her face a little deeper into his shoulder and breathes deep, steeling herself to actually let go. The last time she let him go was...

She gives him as tight a squeeze as she can, then finally lets go, pulling back to look him in the face. ]

[ He stands there, waiting a moment for her to get her fill of looking at him. Then he raises an eyebrow and motions into her place. ]

[ She exhales, finally nods and steps back so he can follow her in. Once he's inside she shuts the door, takes another breath, then leads him through to the sitting area. ]

I barely know what the fuck to do with this place. Like— ugh, not complaining, I got the better end of the stick here, but it's just so...

[ She gestures vaguely. She's hardly used to nice, fancy living. ]

[ He follows her, taking a seat on the couch when she leads him there. ]

It's a fair sight from what we grew up with, huh?

Sure fuckin' is. Couldn't be fucking further from it, really.

[ She sits down right next to him, rather than on one of the other seats. She wants to stick close, for now. ]

Watch me fuckin'— break something in a week just trying to do some basic housework.

[ He chuckles softly. ]

That'd be their fault for having so many knick-knacks around in here.

Oh, no, not even the fuckin' knick-knacks. I'm gonna try do the dishes or something and break the faucet, somehow, just watch.

[ There's things they need to talk about. She knows there are. But this— this is the most normal conversation she's had with him in months. ]

Well, you know what they say. 'Sometimes things that are expensive are worse.'

[ She snorts a little laugh, bumps him with her shoulder. ]

Y'know I was trying to drag myself there, but sure, let's blame their stupid expensive tastes anyway.

[ She pulls her legs up onto the chair, leans against his side. Casual closeness like she hasn't really leant into in years, no matter whose perspective you're looking from. ]

...I'd say I'm glad you're here, but that feels so fucking wrong to say in a place like this.

...Yeah

[ He pauses. ]

You know we have to talk about the last thing we remember and all that.

[ He's done this song and dance before with her. ]

[ She swallows, nods instead of speaking at first. She scrunches her eyes shut, breathes in, breathes out. ]

Yeah. I know. I don't think either of us are about to get the answer we expect, though.

[ He let her hug him. He's letting her lean against him. There's no way he's from the rig. ]

[ That's already a bad sign. But all he can do is take the plunge. ]

Last thing I remember was being in a place called Proles, where the corporation in charge had taken you into their custody. I tried breaking into headquarters with some people to rescue you, but we got caught.

I never did see you again.

[ He looks down, fiddling with his fingernails. ]

That was months ago now.

[ She sucks in a hissing breath between her teeth and digs her fingers into her calf so hard it actually hurts. She doesn't even know if she wanted to be right or wrong, but it's like a sucker punch either way. ]

...last thing I remember was being on a big old oil rig moving through a fucking dystopian nightmare world. We'd just broken free of the asshole corporation that enslaved us when we turned up. You were there.

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