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savetheearth2013-08-27 08:48 pm
cava) wrote in savetheearth2013-08-27 08:48 pm
i gave it my best shot, what else could i do? no sign of life [closed]
Who: Cain and Calista Hashimoto
When: 8/26, early evening
Where: Probably Cain's apartment to start, from there who knows?
What: Calista has suspicions that Cain knows more than he's letting on, and her curiosity gets the better of her.
Warning: Hashimotos.
Cain was taking a night in to catch up on a coding job. He's placed some Chinese takeout on his desk, which he'd sort of absentmindedly pick at every few minutes instead of eating properly. Apart from his responses to that Bakura kid earlier, he hadn't spoken up on the network that day. He just hoped Calista hadn't seen it and put one-and-one together to make two.
If he told her the truth about the pulses--Echoes? which one was it, decide, Numbers Club--he'd been receiving, he wanted it to be on his own terms and not because he'd been found out.
Peu importe. He shakes his head, taking a long sip of his drink, cracking his fingers and staring down Notepad+ again. Python, his ancient nemesis...
Sure would be terrible if he was interrupted, wouldn't it?
Right?
Right???
When: 8/26, early evening
Where: Probably Cain's apartment to start, from there who knows?
What: Calista has suspicions that Cain knows more than he's letting on, and her curiosity gets the better of her.
Warning: Hashimotos.
Cain was taking a night in to catch up on a coding job. He's placed some Chinese takeout on his desk, which he'd sort of absentmindedly pick at every few minutes instead of eating properly. Apart from his responses to that Bakura kid earlier, he hadn't spoken up on the network that day. He just hoped Calista hadn't seen it and put one-and-one together to make two.
If he told her the truth about the pulses--Echoes? which one was it, decide, Numbers Club--he'd been receiving, he wanted it to be on his own terms and not because he'd been found out.
Peu importe. He shakes his head, taking a long sip of his drink, cracking his fingers and staring down Notepad+ again. Python, his ancient nemesis...
Sure would be terrible if he was interrupted, wouldn't it?
Right?
Right???
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