IC CONTACT ⟶ duplicity.

[runnerupper]

❝ Ｌｅａｖｅ ａ ｍｅｓｓａｇｅ ｆｏｒ ｔｈｅ Ａ－ＴＲＡＩＮ， ｂａｂｙ！𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚢
𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝟿-𝟷-𝟷; 𝙸'𝚖 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍. ❞ ( ♪ )

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god now we just need a match's (something) let's keep this theme going......

[runnerupper]

[ This is what he gets for not paying closer attention to the actual layout of the building once he finally pin-balled toward Rey's location, but frankly, he's never been too focused on little details like that unless he thinks he has to--

(Which arguably, yes, is very probably exactly how accidents like "running through a person" come about, but never mind)

--So if he's not paying very close attention, he won't end up realizing exactly where he is until the same moment the other person does, which can sometimes get a little awkward. ]

No I'm not fucking following you, I ran here. [ His tone, and the flippant wave of his hand, have the subtext of: duh. ] I'm A-Train, the world's fastest man.

and that's the story of how i never got a business name correct again 😭

[forcevisions]

[ she looks between him and the door, slowly gathering his meaning. ]

... You ran here?

[ what in the fuck. she shakes her head. ]

Most people don't literally mean one second. [ she still refuses to be blamed for her role in misunderstanding. ] I would have waited if I'd known. Just give me a moment.

[ and she starts towards the lockers.

and stops halfway, just past a-train.

because it's an incredibly stupid thing, isn't it? to get dressed when the whole point of calling him had been quite the opposite of that. ]

[runnerupper]

Right, well...

[ He bumps his shoulders in a shrug as if to say, I'm not most people, but opts not to actually say anything to that sort of obnoxious effect since, sigh, by now he's much more used to people not knowing who he is here. ]

Guess I'll just hafta be more specific next time, huh. [ he adds in a lighthearted-haha-not-gonna-make-this-awkward sort of way, ] But yeah, fine, go ahead.

[ A-Train realizes he doesn't actually know exactly what she wanted to meet up for, and he's admittedly getting increasingly curious, but not so much that he can't wait the couple of minutes it'll take her to (presumably) put some clothes on. He turns his head slightly as she passes, watching her go without making it too obvious he's also stealth checking her out, but then she stops and he has to whip his head almost painfully sharp in the other direction, trying to maintain the guise of Respectfully Not Looking. ]

You, uh... everything still good?

[forcevisions]

[ her skin prickles. it's ... this isn't what she usually does. usually, rey makes her quota by finding people first, spending time with them, getting to know them. but kylo's death leaves her feeling like being anyone but herself. crawling out of her own skin. erratic. unlike herself.

she'd almost done this once. she'd wound up in an insecurity room with cy, spitting venom at him, and she'd never set food in there again. ]

... Do I really need to get dressed?

[ she turns to look back at him, expression open to match her bluntness. she unwraps the towel, bundles it in her arms. ]

[runnerupper]

[ The question gives A-Train pause, though not so much to stop him from looking over at Rey now, right as she's shedding her towel, his gaze quickly traveling down and back up her body. ]

Hell no you don't, no way. [ With a bit of a smile, flirty and encouraging. ] As long as you're not gonna get, like, cold or somethin'...?

[ But it begs the question: ]

And so, uh, what about me?

[runnerupper]

Oh, yeah, ve—rrry funny...

[ But if it's his cock she's waiting to see then she's in luck, because it's his pants that disappear next, betraying the tent that's been growing in his boxers off-screen. A-Train strokes his hand up it slowly, but doesn't pull it out just yet. ]

And exactly where are you missing it?

[forcevisions]

You can warm me up.

[ the worst part of this terrible line is that rey has not idea it's a cliché terrible line. pour one out for her rep.

she approaches him then, though, looping the towel over one of the racks by the showers so she can free up her hands to reach for the hem of his shirt. ]

[runnerupper]

[ The thing about nudity, though, is that it can really help distract from how good or bad any particular line is, because certainly that's currently the furthest thing from A-Train's mind.

(And let it be known, he can be very judgemental.)

He lets his eyes travel down, then up, her body again, more slowly and appreciatively this time, a flirty grin curving at the corners of his mouth. ]

Well, you do know what they say about body heat, right? The way two people can share it the most effectively with each other is if they both take their clothes off, [ he says, gaze dropping to her hand on his shirt, eyebrows bumping encouragingly. ] According to like, the experts an' shit.

[forcevisions]

"The experts and shit."

[ she cannot help the real, wide smile that brings to her face. very authoritative. very persuasive. in the end, that's not what matters, but it helps matters that he's properly charming.

rey tugs at his shirt then, as if to put abed any confusion as to whether her comment were a critique of his approach. she doesn't waste time. there's no slow peeling, no loving caress. she gets it out of the way in the same manner someone would clean trash off a picnic table. ]

[killersong]

[Dinah's grin becomes huge.]

Oh baby, you know me so well. You know exactly where I'm missing it. And it looks like you're missing me too.

[Dinah sets down her phone carefully, and stands back, making sure A-Train can see her little show of slipping out of the dark leggings she'd shoved on after her run-in with Roman. She'd left her fishnet holdups on beneath the leggings, too lazy to take them off after her gig'd finished. Probably a good thing now that she's stood in lacy underwear and body chain. Dinah smiles seductively.]

Let me see it. Come on, A-T. Let me see.

un: alias / text

[grunge]

I'm opening up an office.

[ Wouldn't it be nice if he could just leave that at read and let them both move on with their day middle of the night ]

@a-trainofficial

[runnerupper]

is this your way of asking if I'll pay for it

[grunge]

I've got another D-bag lined up to foot the bill.
This is my way of telling you it's unrelated to our contract and I'm not gonna be adding it if we renew again.

[runnerupper]

cool. then we ain't got an issue
the fuck you even need an office for anyway

[grunge]

Private investigations.
It was my job back home.

[runnerupper]

is there actually a market for that sorta shit here?
what the hell do you investigate

[grunge]

[ He can take her omission of an answer to that first question as a yes. Or not. Whatever. ]

Here?
I'm thinking contract breaches, false representation, and a lot of tracking down stolen shit.

[runnerupper]

well try investigating me and you'll be out on your ass, got that

good money tho?

[ He's still constantly trying to suss out what the best hustles are around here because like hell is he going to suffer getting a "real job." ]

[grunge]

Please.
I already know too much about you.

[ despite the fact that they never talk. the dream girlfriend experience was more than enough for her... even if she is curious how that relationship ended. ]

[runnerupper]

good cuz that makes 2 of us

[ It also just seems safer that way... the way they have it now, keeping a distance, because Jess definitely lowkey gives off Billy Butcher "will fuck up your life over next to nothing" vibes. ]

[grunge]

[ And yet, it occurs to her to ask ]

Are you just living off Lance?

[runnerupper]

fuck no
I keep her happy as hell, ask her yourself
shit's been fine

[grunge]

Just making sure that raise she wanted was a matter of respect and not necessity.

[runnerupper]

oh yeah THAT shit's got nothing to do with me
seems like a fucked up situation tho

[grunge]

Seems like.
Good luck with that.