𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅.

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[redemptionarcs]

[ he’s been meaning to contact her, since the masquerade, but he hasn’t had an excuse to do so. it’s only just settling in—that maybe he doesn’t need one at the ready, in case she asks why he’s texting her. maybe he can just do it because he wants to, because quinn makes him feel less like a murderer, and more like the kid he was up in space. ]

hey.

[ and he figures he shouldn’t just leave it at that so : ] there's this show i've been watching. on netflix. it's about guys escaping from prison.

it's pretty badass.

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( the notion of asking "why" never even occurs when the little device in her purse finally beeps. because she considers him something almost, sort of, distantly as a friend --mostly because she's certain he'd despise that title. )

You know, I think I may have heard of that one. ( the urge to tease him is rising, but space. of course he wouldn't have heard of "prison break". ) Maybe I ought to check it out. You'd recommend it?

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not sure you'd like it.

[ the saddest part is that it isn’t even meant as a jab, he wonders if blood splatter is something that’d offend her sensibilities. maybe. he doesn’t know her well enough to make a call on it. ]

how do you feel about chalk outlines?

[ he would have said dead people a month ago.

what a difference time makes, huh? ]

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( as a general rule, quinn does her best to avoid blood in the rule world. but she's been forced to watch more than a few gruesome movies, by friends or by exes, and the fake stuff is usually ridiculous and incredibly obvious. too red, too water-y, too something. )

I suppose that depends. When they're fictional, it's not so bad. How gruesome is it?

( look, just because it's super fake and she can handle it doesn't mean she really wants to. )

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it could be worse. we might have different standards though, when it comes to gruesome.

[ if the interaction weren’t over text, she’d be privy to the wry twist of his mouth. because little does phase him, after being about a foot away from someone literally being blown to bits. hell, the guy’s arm had landed in front of him. he remembers looking at it, grossed out because who wouldn’t be—but doesn’t remember being particularly upset by it. maybe he hadn’t let himself by. that’s really what you get, for telling awful jokes in the middle of a minefield.

part of him considers saying that it’s not that bad in real time, instead of flashing on a screen, but he’s trying here. for what, he doesn’t know.

friendship, maybe.

isn’t that laughable. ]

i don’t watch it for the violence. [ half truth. ] it’s funny when the inmates escape and the guards turn purple like they’re going to explode at any minute.

[ it would be funny, if she knew what happened. but he isn’t going to tell her. some things are best left in the dead zone. ]