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[bloodandbrass]

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[hardlydead]

No, I said call me crazy.

[ ha ha ha. anyway. ]

Already been here a little bit.

[bloodandbrass]

didn't think i needed to say it.

so how many of those flying things she's got have your scent?

[hardlydead]

I see two left I haven't smashed yet. Could be more but I doubt it.
Don't do shit without her here though so I'm not worried just yet.

[bloodandbrass]

won't take her long to figure out something's up once she's back. you better have a good way to try and prove it wasn't you unless you want to get punctured.

[hardlydead]

Don't intend to be here much longer for a start.
This isn't a spur of the moment thing.

[bloodandbrass]

what'd she do to get you this mad?

[hardlydead]

I'm not.
Just trying to make a fucked up situation work in my favour for once.

[bloodandbrass]

gonna get yourself killed.

[ except that probably doesn't hold any weight anymore. ]

or you're gonna have two assholes with grudges on your case. other than me.

[hardlydead]

Already got her and that spooky cunt giving me extra shit anyway.
She's mad I smashed up the place, he's mad I used his face to do it. And that I apparently lost two of his knives.

Way I see it, either I point them at eachother or they escalate now instead of later.

[bloodandbrass]

you know what this sounds like to me?

[hardlydead]

Don't start.

[bloodandbrass]

you keep forgetting escalation here doesn't stop. they kill you, you don't stay dead. it's never finished for them.

[hardlydead]

So I'd better not get caught then, eh?

[bloodandbrass]

that ain't your specialty.

[hardlydead]

Easier when nobody's home.

[bloodandbrass]

won't stay that way forever.

be impressive if you actually pull it off.

[hardlydead]

I'm almost done here.

[bloodandbrass]

don't mean it's gonna work.

[hardlydead]

Might not.
Doesn't mean she'll know it was me who tore the place up either though.

[bloodandbrass]

no, she'll assume it was me if you can't prove enough it was him.

[hardlydead]

[ he sends a photo of her cabin. it's a mess, but the way a place gets messed up when somebody's looking for something specific. things pulled out, storage upturned, at least one "frustrated" hole from a knife being stabbed into the side of a container. ]

You often in here looking for stuff?

[bloodandbrass]

[ he could argue with that, but ultimately, david has a point. ]

no. just making her life miserable.

[ an old thought slithers in. ]

make it look like you checked under the bed.

[hardlydead]

[ it takes a few minutes, but david sends another photo of the room. this time the bed's been shoved to an angle, bedding rumpled and mattress pushed a bit off the frame too for good measure. ]

[bloodandbrass]

[ it's satisfying to see her shit in disarray, and the bed's going to drive her over the edge. but seeing it makes frustration stir inside him.

why did he suggest that? where did the thought come from? the answer starts to unfold, and when he realizes it he slams down on the memory until it cracks. ]

good. i'd say smash the wine but that's more me than him.

take something. hide it somewhere. he keeps trophies.

[ as if david wouldn't already know. ]

[hardlydead]

Good shout.

[ david honestly doesn't question it, assumes it's just something evan's picked up over the length of their feud. he just thinks on the trophy thing and digs around until he finds something that looks personal and then tucks it away where it's unlikely to be found for quite some time. he knew, but it slipped his mind. sort of. ]

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