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Jᴀᴄᴏʙ Fʀʏᴇ "I'm no criminal. I just do as I please."

 

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[handleyourshit]

She doesn't want that either, which is why she won't do anything to change it. But she's not so great at subversion that she can just not feel any kind of way about it, especially when it's more or less just the two of them.

"Why can't it be that you ask me to come by because you're head over heels for me?" she poses instead, although it's rhetorical. She knows. As the dealer between them he can't be asking her for anything, she supposes. But she's been in too many of these conversations throughout her life - she's been the side slut too often - to ignore it altogether.

"Jacob, it's fine. I just won't come here anymore and it'll solve it. But the contract can't go away so easily if someone decides to try and go after you."

[assassin_daddy]

Now that suggestion makes him smile, but it's not the wide grin of a good joke. It's something tinged with something deeper than that.

"Rosita, if you heard a rumour that I was in love with you, you'd run a mile."

Besides, if people thought he was so utterly besotted, they might think he'd be all the more willing to sell them out. And that puts them both in a dangerous position.

Her solution is the better one, and he nods to consent.

"I think that's best. For both of us- your superiors aren't going to like you coming down here, the Rubies won't want SIN guards on their patch, and no one here starts getting suspicious. But I still want a contract with you, if you'll have me."

[handleyourshit]

She has no idea, really, what to do with the odd expression he pulls first; her brow furrows and she points out, "I do know the difference between a rumor and the truth," but there's still... something there.

Maybe it doesn't matter. There's only the one solution regardless, and the one major decision to make with that resolved.

"Yeah," she says, clipped. Obviously, all of that. She reaches down and taps the folder with her finger. "Any changes?"