not here.

[handelaar]

CAO » 002 » 026
NED

text | voice | video | action

Comments

voice;

[jilt]

So I believe we should speak, when you've the time.

[ spoilers that time is now. ]

voice;

[handelaar]

Really. Why's that.

[lady what are you up to.]

voice;

[jilt]

I seem to have come into possession of something that isn't mine.

voice;

[handelaar]

[Too bad this is voice, he's narrowing his eyes so, so hard at the screen.]

Seem to. You gonna give it back?

voice;

[jilt]

If I find myself in a forgiving mood, perhaps.

voice;

[handelaar]

If. [That sure is a huff.] Just call it blackmail. Or bribin'. Whatever it is ya want. Don't like riddles.

voice;

[jilt]

I'd never be so crass.

[ lies yes she should. ]

voice;

[handelaar]

[It doesn't really matter if she would or not, he's still just as impatient as ever. Unwilling to play along when there's something on the line that he cares for.]

Try it.

voice;

[jilt]

[ she laughs softly, more at his impatience than the suggestion. ]

What if I said what I wanted was for you to play the game? What then?

voice;

[handelaar]

[He has to dial himself back enough to think about it, rather than snap out the first thing that comes to mind.]

I'd wonder what the hell the game was.

[HE ALREADY SAID THAT he is so, so irritated.]

voice;

[jilt]

If you have to ask I doubt you'd be very good at it.

[ irene that isn't very nice. ]

voice;

[handelaar]

Just want the prize. Was mine already. 'Case you forgot.

[This is the voice of someone who would loooove to smash his comms device into the nearest wall.]

voice;

[jilt]

It was, yes. But now I've got it, haven't I?

voice;

[handelaar]

Yeah, y'said that.

[And in the background, a lighter and a cigarette both flare themselves to life.]

So what's your game.

[Looks like he's got no choice but to tag in.]

voice;

[jilt]

Cat and mouse, naturally.

[ what a shame she doesn't have holmes' pipe. ]

Although regrettably it can't be done to scale aboard this ship.

voice;

[handelaar]

Cat an' mouse. But I'm doing the chasing.

[...yeah he'd call that rabbit and carrot, but then again, he's usually got rabbits on the brain.]

voice;

[jilt]

What woman doesn't like to be chased?

[ nevermind that that isn't exactly the point here. ]

voice;

[handelaar]

[Grudgingly - ]

Think you know.

[Because he knows that she's smart enough to put one and two together and then come up with five. And Jesus Christ that sketchbook.]

voice;

[jilt]

Yes, I do.

[ she couldn't sound more delighted he's brought that up. ]

Tell me, what would you trade for it?

voice;

[handelaar]

[Face. In. Hands.]

Got - three small canvases an' oil paints. Most of a bottle of laudanum. Won't trade all of that.

voice;

[jilt]

Mm. Not to my taste either, I'm afraid.

voice;

[handelaar]

Jesus, just say it.

DISCONNECT.

[jilt]

[ there's just a laugh and then she hangs up. trololololo ]