🏴‍☠️ IC contact; Duplicity

[calicoat]

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[calicoat]

Sometimes [ often times, but he can be diplomatic about it ] being on your side means telling you when you're acting a fool. That is a courtesy you extend to me with awful regularity so please, excuse me for returning the favor.

[ Jack, on the other hand, is glad not to be face to face, lest he give in to the growing temptation to throw the phone against the wall. ]

I need you to pull yourself together, please, and not stab anyone else until I can figure out how to smooth this over.

[brimmed]

Why the fuck would you want to?

[ Usually Jack can calm her down, the operative word here being usually. Most of the time. Maybe not immediately, maybe not in a way that's immediately obvious, but where nobody else can get through to her, Jack can. ]

What use is he to us, Jack? Why's it fucking matter whether it's smoothed over or not? He's been no fucking help to us so far. Nobody has.

[calicoat]

Whether you enjoy his company or not, he has more in common with us than anyone here. When trouble starts, or we get around to trying to build something here that's any more substantial than the stack of appliance manuals, that is a connection that could have been useful, had you not thrust your dagger through it.

[ She knows this. She's smarter than this. Maybe this is the trouble. God help him. ]

[brimmed]

Oh, and you think he would've just got into fucking bed with us, do you? [ She's sneering now, definitely, lip curled, and if he was right in front of her she'd be giving him the same furious, indignant face she's giving her phone. ] You're talking like I ruined some fucking alliance with him that was all set in place. I didn't.

[calicoat]

He might have, at some point. And that's all we've got, nothing but maybes!

[ He's raising his voice now, furious that Anne seems to have fried her brain using the microwave last night. What the fuck? ]

Did it ever occur to you that telling him to fuck off and walking away would suffice? How are you going to keep yourself out of fuck-jail and find a Submissive if you are stabbing them over the slightest of infractions? Use your fucking head, won't you, I can't always be thinking for the both of us!

[brimmed]

Fuck you.

[ She's already said it, but it bears repeating. If she was in her right mind she'd have ended this conversation already, cut him off halfway through a sentence and gone off to sulk somewhere, and maybe that's why she's still here. She's not in her right fucking mind, and the worst part is that she can feel it; she knows, at least some small part of her knows, that there's something pushing her in this direction, but she's completely helpless to stop it.

It's such an unpleasant feeling that it's a whole lot easier for her to just ignore it, to pretend that this is the way she'd be acting if she had a clear head. She doesn't want to think about what it says about her. Best to just ignore it. ]

I'm not stupid, Jack. Don't talk to me like I am.

[calicoat]

Fine, fuck me, Anne, fuck me. Just come home, won't you?

[ Before she manages to kill anyone else who didn't deserve it. He won't be here, but that's probably better for both of them. ]