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

 
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Date: 2022-10-26 07:27 am (UTC)
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Her smile goes rueful when he mentions that line, because yeah, she knows.

"It may not fly," she agrees, "But if no one strikes it down outright, I might be able to argue off it if I ever need to try." She meets his mischievous glance head on, raising an eyebrow in reply as if to challenge it: don't. But then she makes a motion with her hand for him to slide the papers over to her, picking up the pen she brought over for further edits.

"I'll talk to Vrenille, see what needs to happen to transfer those properties officially over so you won't get any shade about being there. And we can add a reassessment option just in case," she offers, because she liked that idea.

"Although - I know with the housing situation, a lot of the city expects us to live in the same place, to spend time together. I don't care about that, I'm not exactly using the spare room, so if something did come up and you need a space - this is what I have but it's fine if you needed to use it. Just I should warn you about a few things if that's the case."

Date: 2022-10-26 08:14 am (UTC)
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"That's what she said," she mutters mostly under her breath, flipping to the right page of the draft and beginning to write in the margins under her previous notes. This is how she almost misses the way Jacob reacts to Vrenille's name, except she glances up right at the end to see how serious he's being about his comments about the transfer, if he really thought she was trying to say what he's saying in hyperbole.

It doesn't make her happy, stepping right in that sore spot; but she can't possibly avoid it altogether, and she wasn't being malicious. Better, she thinks, that he builds up a callus sooner than later - or decide to do something about it. Not her problem, yet. Certainly not where she's been invited, either.

"They do," she confirms, going back to writing. "Also that if you think I'm asleep, don't try to sneak in. Just wake me up. I'll go right back to sleep and we'll both be a lot happier if I know you're here from the drop. And that Jesus has a key, but he likes to break in anyway sometimes. Wherever I am, he's welcome as far as I'm concerned."

No one else gets this consideration from her, but she offers the warning because she's aware that considering Jesus's involvement with Vrenille, that might be a sore spot, too.

Date: 2022-10-27 06:14 am (UTC)
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"He won't get stabbed," Rosita chuckles, fond and exasperated. She worries about Jesus, she'll chew him out for being reckless, but he's one of the most competent people she knows, too.

Then again, he got stabbed by a walker. She shakes her head. "We'll have to hang a sock on the doorknob or something. And for the record - historically, no, they haven't." Survived breaking into her home. She might have to take a longer game than she likes, but with only one glaring exception, she's put down every asshole that tried to take what was hers - or did.

She slides the contract back over for Jacob to look over with the additions, holding the pen out to him. "It's not that I want to put Jesus above everyone, all the time, just so you know. It's just really important to me he never doubts I'll back him up, or that he's safe with me."

Date: 2022-10-27 07:05 am (UTC)
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She doesn't know Jacob very well, doesn't know what he's capable of; she makes a note to figure that out sooner rather than later, but it'll keep. Unless he's much better at lying than she is at seeing through bullshit, he just seems... tired. He seems like he just wants to take some time to breathe, and honestly? She gets that.

She blows out a breath and picks up her fork to pick at the cake, though she doesn't eat any yet. He had to go and say the S word.

"Jesus and I don't have sex," she says, just so that's there; he didn't say that explicitly, but people do wonder. Now he doesn't have to. "Do you and I need to talk about the rest though? Is there even anything to talk about? I've been assuming I'm surrounded by men that are only into each other, but that is an assumption."

Date: 2022-10-27 09:12 am (UTC)
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She snorts, because even before she turned up in Duplicity, she wasn't shy about that particular facet of what she considers normal life.

"Oh viejo, the day I have trouble with quota is the day I up and move to Oceanside," she chuckles, but there's no real rancor in it. The look she gives him is amused.

"I'm just trying to figure out where the boundaries are. I know mine."

Date: 2022-10-27 10:36 am (UTC)
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"Fine, keep your secrets. I like flattery as much as the next girl." Its the second or third time since the contract has come out that Jacob has politely declined to answer a question or not comment on a topic, and she understands, she's not angry in the least, but she hasn't failed to notice either.

He can have his British spellings, too, but she watches him a moment anyway before finally taking a bite of her cake.

She hasn't had a cake like this before, she doesn't know what to expect, but - it's good. It's really good, and she pushes another piece of it around her plate a moment before taking another bite and chewing thoughtfully.

"I get it and all," she says, and the humor is gone from her voice. How many times has she said outright that she doesn't trust anyone? But he brought her cake, which she told him she dreams about from the old world, and they're in a strange situation, and she can let it slide. She clears her throat. "Before my group found the community we finally settled in, we moved around, just trying to stay alive. We'd meet people out on the road, and we'd have to make a call about whether to trust them or not. Whether to take them with us and hope they didn't steal from us or try to kill us - or leave them knowing they'd probably die."

Date: 2022-10-27 12:15 pm (UTC)
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"I don't mind," she tells him. She means it. "Some things have to be earned, or built, or both. The best things." She shrugs with her good shoulder.

It doesn't mean she'll tolerate lying in some situations, but it does mean she doesn't think she's owed anything at this point. It does mean she pays attention when he answers anyway.

And she wasn't expecting assassin to come out of his mouth.

"So if you weren't hired, what - why?"

Date: 2022-10-27 01:17 pm (UTC)
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She listens, but she wonders if this is how others feel when she starts talking about walkers: she knows these words, she understands these concepts, but she can't really imagine it. She has to work hard to imagine it.

She chews on another mouthful of cake while she does, brow furrowing with the effort; she's helped plan small battles, worked out small skirmishes with big groups of walkers, but never anything on the scale he seems to be talking about.

"So - what? How ancient are we talking? In London?"

Date: 2022-10-27 02:52 pm (UTC)
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She hesitates, filling in this new information, watching Jacob's face to take in as much of the context his having lived it can tell her; she shakes her head at the offer, none for her thanks, and makes a dismissive motion with her hand.

"Actually, I was just thinking how very controlling a wildly contagious virus would be," she comments - not because she thinks that's what happened, but because yeah, she knows. Just because she's struggling with it doesn't mean it didn't happen.

"So - you're just going back and forth killing each other, trying to get the one up?"

Date: 2022-10-28 05:54 am (UTC)
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"I never get that, but then, people will believe what they want." This is not as dismissive as it might be in someone else - she's seen it, after all. People will do anything to rationalize what they want to be true, and ignoring worsening symptoms to focus on one thing that might improve? Not the worst way Rosita has seen people lie to themselves.

"So you two really cleaned house?" she prompts, saving how two native Londoners can arrive there for if the answers don't come on their own.

Date: 2022-10-28 01:41 pm (UTC)
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She's seen that, so Rosita just nods. Hope is a brutally dangerous thing - the presence of only a sliver of it makes people do insane things to try to save it, and the absence of it makes them do worse things because what is the point? It's easy to judge when she's outside of it. She finishes her cake, reminds herself to be grateful, and listens to the story he has to tell.

She barely remembers any of her high school history, and it's been years since any other part of the world - England or India or, shit, Mexico or Canada - seemed like even the same planet for all that they could reach it physically or by radio of any kind. She does eye the way he's dressed as he speaks - he talks about gangs and she remembers they're different from the American version, though maybe not so much as everyone would wish - and finally, she nods.

"I probably would have clutched my pearls once upon a time, but - " That Rosita Espinosa might as well be as dead as the rest, so she only adds, "I can think of a few times we could have used someone willing and able to do that. I'm sorry your family raised you up into it though. Did you ever get a choice not to, if you wanted?"

Date: 2022-10-28 04:07 pm (UTC)
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Jacob laughs, and Rosita smiles tolerantly, a dry, understated expression that isn't exactly disingenuine but isn't her most sincere, either. "I'm not who I used to be," she answers simply. If he can't understand that - and she thinks maybe he can, with everything going on now - she can't explain it any better.

Besides, this is more important just now. She's not surprised, not with comments she's already heard, but she also has to be careful which questions she chooses from here.

So, watchful: "Boys? How many kids do you have?"

Date: 2022-10-28 05:17 pm (UTC)
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Kids die first and hard these days. It's difficult enough to get through a full term pregnancy, to get through a birth with minimal complications, but winters are hard, food is scarce, and walkers are everywhere. Of all the women she's seen start to swell, of all the babies she's seen born, she's seen maybe two handfuls make it to learning to walk, barely more than half of those making it to double digits. It used to just be depressing, mostly, to hear someone has lost their child; but now something seizes in her that feels more like fear.

She barely manages not to look down, and to delay moving her good arm across her own stomach protectively until she's already answered, until it's on a delay.

"I'm sorry," she says, not pity, but sincere. And, a subtle edge that might be anger on his behalf: "However they make choices for this program, they're certainly not doing you any favors."

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