🏴‍☠️ IC contact; Duplicity

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[brimmed]

Jack?

[ There's a lightly inquisitive tone to her voice as she makes herself known in his apartment, holding something tightly in cupped hands. ]

D'you know what rats like to eat?

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Whatever they can get their paws on, as far as I know.

[ Why the rat questions? She'd be  quicker to stab one for poking around her things, at sea. ]

...what's that?

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[ For a moment, Anne closes her hands around the rat like she's about to try to hide it from him, which is a completely ridiculous thing to do, and so out of spite against her instincts she just takes one hand away and holds the other out to show him. ]

Rat.

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[ Yeah, that sure is...a rat. Jack wrinkles his brow at her, some combination of confusion and disgust. ]

What are you doing with that thing?

[ Anne, they don't have to deal with rats anymore, that's a perk of modernity that Jack, personally, is quite thankful for. ]

[brimmed]

Dunno.

[ Well, she knows. It could have run off a while ago, but it hasn't, and she's introducing it to Jack now. So: ]

I'm keeping him.

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[ They're all cracking up now, aren't they? Is Anne...smiling at it? ]

You wouldn't rather keep a cat, or something?

[brimmed]

You think I should just send him back out onto the fucking street?

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The half-eaten rat in your hand? Oh no, couldn't possibly do that.

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When'd you get so high and mighty about not taking in strays?

[ Anne glances down at the rat, who's looking back up at her in an all-knowing sort of way. A little haughty, almost, but he's wearing it like that's justifiable. ]

I'm calling him Jack.

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[ Alright. Anne is devoted to a rat. Fuck it, he knows when to pick his battles. He puts his hands up and steps close enough to get a good look at the thing, and wiggles one finger at it. ]

Why? I've still got both ears.

[brimmed]

[ The rat looks back at him with a kind of placid curiosity, nose twitching as it stretches out to sniff a little, and Anne flattens out her hand so it can settle on her palm. ]

Just reminded me of you.

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A rat reminded you of me?

[ His first instinct is to take offense, but there's no point in that, is there? Anne was reminded of Jack, so she took the thing home. That's as grand a gesture as he's going to get out of her, isn't it? ]

I don't want it pissing in corners in here.