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[alwayskayaking]

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You've reached Tim Stoker. I'm out at the moment. Leave me a message and I'll return your call soon.

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[alwayskayaking]

Like I said, I bet he deserved it.

[But on a more serious note.] I can easily take care of the fine for you, but the realignment? [His mouth forms a thin line.] I've heard that place can make you crave certain things sexually. If that happens? I want you to know I'm here for you.

[notnotsasha]

I don't know. Maybe he did? [She hums a note of thought.] He didn't trust me when I said I wouldn't let you have a stripper at his party. That you actually do care about him. It's... [A sigh.] It was very frustrating, and I let it get to me.

[She nods, frowning about the realignment business and wishing she were a whole lot smaller.] Thank you. I'm not sure I'd trust anyone else.

[alwayskayaking]

He really didn't trust you or me? [Tim makes no effort to hide the disappointment on his face.] I know I was teasing him at the start, but I would have thought after everything that happened with Prentiss and the worms that he could trust us at least that much. At least trust you enough when it came to something small like this.

[notnotsasha]

Me. Didn't believe me because of the times you'd play a prank at the Institute, and I had let you. [She leans her head against Tim's shoulder and sighs.] It really hurt to know that he just didn't think I cared enough. Or you, either, I suppose. We both know Jon doesn't like surprises. Guess I should have talked you out of it or something.

[alwayskayaking]

That's not your fault! He can't blame you for my actions!

It's not like I would have let you stop me. Besides, you did try! I nearly had to grovel for his real age! In the end I didn't even tell the network his real age. [Making him younger ended up being funnier to Tim.] So he had no reason to not trust you.

[notnotsasha]

It's Jon. To him? Because you've played pranks in the past, and because we're so close, that means that we're clearly in cahoots.

[Sasha sighs, leaning her head back against the sofa.] He was seemingly contrite when I saw him at the party. He was also drunk, but I'll take it. I don't hate him, but it's upsetting that he'd think that of me.

[alwayskayaking]

Still not fair. [He argues with a pout. Still annoyed on her behalf.]

Do you know? He told me that he once thought I was trying to plan his murder? After I nearly died trying to help him escape the worms!

[notnotsasha]

[She blinks at him, feeling a little dumbfounded.] He--seriously? What the hell, Tim?

[alwayskayaking]

I don't know! You'll have to ask him! Martin found Gertrude's body while me and Jon were being eaten alive by worms and somehow that means I was planning on killing him! [He throws his hands up in exasperation.]

[notnotsasha]

[She shakes her head, looking a might horrified that Martin was the one to find Gertrude. It shouldn't have been Martin; shouldn't have been any of them. And no one found you, Sasha...]

What did you end up doing?

[alwayskayaking]

About Jon? Nothing. The last thing I remember from home was coming out of quarantine. I'd only been back to work for a couple weeks and I hadn't noticed anything was off yet. [He gives her a guilty sidelong glance. He hadn't even noticed that anything was off about her, let along Jon.]

[notnotsasha]

[She lets that go, for if that's the last thing Tim remembers (even if it wasn't really her) before coming here? There's no reason to go on about it.]

Jon doesn't do well with suspicion or paranoia, as we can see. And that's how I got a citation. I'll go tomorrow. I don't want to, but.

[alwayskayaking]

But it will only get worse if you don't. [He frowns. So worried about what they'll do to her.] I'll go with you? As far as they'll let me accompany you.

[notnotsasha]

I won't complain if you want to come with me. Just... [A worried expression darkens her features slightly.] I don't know what's going to happen, and I don't want you to react poorly if something bad comes out. Like... I dunno. Shock collars or mind fuckery, I guess. I don't want you to get into trouble, too.

[alwayskayaking]

Whatever happens? [He pauses to take her hand and bring them up to his mouth. Gently placing a kiss on each of her knuckles before he continues.] We'll get through it together.

[notnotsasha]

[There's no real shock collars, per se, at Sasha's punishment. She's given a bracelet that does send shocks if she forgets to address a Dominant in proper fashion. Something to the effect of, I'm hungry and I would like to have dinner. If it pleases you, Sir. Or Madam, depending. Fail? There's a shock of a reminder to mind her manners from the bracelet. It's all about as exciting as sitting through a boring lecture, but Sasha recognizes that it could be so much worse. Only three days of irritating.]


(ooc: We can ftb.)