schiz
(ID: 6h8+vAfV)
10/19/2025, 7:31:42 PM
No.6320394
Coffee. A couple particulars we could agree on. A second he already has in mind. And a few choice words. And the steady, fast click of his shoes against old wood follows him out the door.
“So. That’s that, then?” Baiyok turns to watch Xong as he leaves, her forefinger lesiurely tapping the wax tablets.
“For now.” Having satisfied myself with one last look, I return to the cup of chaculato. With how many egg yolks are this thing, it’s practically supper.
“Good.”
Ow. I don’t recall her being this hard on Ging.
“You’re insufferable, you know that. THIS afternoon what did I say. I said Ging should not risk his life and limb for no reason and here you are, gambling - doing the same fuckin’ thing.” She seethes and droops her head. The only thing stopping her lips from kissing the table is the hand on the side of her throat.
“He pushed his luck. I had no quarrel with him until he started abusing his seniority. That is not how the older ought to behave. I have to stand against that.” My thumb brushes against the spot where she struck my scalp. It still stings.
“No. That’s not. It’s— it’s not that. Not really. It’s him. Him being Night Watch. I couldn’t care less if it was anyone else. Hell, even a peace officer.” Unspoken but loudly enough said is her meaning. I’m sure her, through her father, knows the fullest breadth and length of their crookedness. “It’s going to be a huge pain in the cunt when it's dark. They’ll back up on us and beat us bloody because the fuckin’ cunt won’t be able to take a loss- hell. He. He and his folk don't even -NEED- to do that.”
They need only to be elsewhere when we need them the most being the other unspoken words.
“I know his character. He’s not doing that. And if he does, well…” Baiyok returns my gaze. I can almost see the fangs from down here.
“Ugh. Fine.”
“But this is the last time. Swear on it. Don’t get into affrays with folks like him. And when I mean affray, I mean quarrels and brawls and whatever the fuck it gets called in court and whatever the fuck the broadsheets puke out. I won’t always be there. Got it?” A light nod dispels the growing tenseness on her brows.
“You have.”
“My word.”
Then again, is it really her place to say such things? For someone so critical of Ging being so miserly, she sure took her time in that store. Were she present with—
A slap to my waist briefly dispels that thought. He’s lucky I like him.
“So. That’s that, then?” Baiyok turns to watch Xong as he leaves, her forefinger lesiurely tapping the wax tablets.
“For now.” Having satisfied myself with one last look, I return to the cup of chaculato. With how many egg yolks are this thing, it’s practically supper.
“Good.”
Ow. I don’t recall her being this hard on Ging.
“You’re insufferable, you know that. THIS afternoon what did I say. I said Ging should not risk his life and limb for no reason and here you are, gambling - doing the same fuckin’ thing.” She seethes and droops her head. The only thing stopping her lips from kissing the table is the hand on the side of her throat.
“He pushed his luck. I had no quarrel with him until he started abusing his seniority. That is not how the older ought to behave. I have to stand against that.” My thumb brushes against the spot where she struck my scalp. It still stings.
“No. That’s not. It’s— it’s not that. Not really. It’s him. Him being Night Watch. I couldn’t care less if it was anyone else. Hell, even a peace officer.” Unspoken but loudly enough said is her meaning. I’m sure her, through her father, knows the fullest breadth and length of their crookedness. “It’s going to be a huge pain in the cunt when it's dark. They’ll back up on us and beat us bloody because the fuckin’ cunt won’t be able to take a loss- hell. He. He and his folk don't even -NEED- to do that.”
They need only to be elsewhere when we need them the most being the other unspoken words.
“I know his character. He’s not doing that. And if he does, well…” Baiyok returns my gaze. I can almost see the fangs from down here.
“Ugh. Fine.”
“But this is the last time. Swear on it. Don’t get into affrays with folks like him. And when I mean affray, I mean quarrels and brawls and whatever the fuck it gets called in court and whatever the fuck the broadsheets puke out. I won’t always be there. Got it?” A light nod dispels the growing tenseness on her brows.
“You have.”
“My word.”
Then again, is it really her place to say such things? For someone so critical of Ging being so miserly, she sure took her time in that store. Were she present with—
A slap to my waist briefly dispels that thought. He’s lucky I like him.