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[puffing]

[ first off: don't ask questions about the username. Bigby assumes it's subtle enough considering no one here knows him as the Big Bad Wolf, but he doesn't really... realize... the implications of the abbreviation he chose. oh well.

there's more pressing matters to attend to. ]

Not even here a goddamn month and shit goes to hell. Because of course. So much for peace.

[ on camera is a man who doesn't seem very pleased with the current chaos of the recent bombing. a moment is given to take a drag of his cigarette between words, blowing a puff of smoke straight towards whoever is watching. ]

I need information on the fugitives. Don't care if you're best friends or you've crossed paths with them once. Backgrounds, real names, affiliations, common hangouts. Also addresses on where they live. Give me a scent to work with and they'll be found.

[ another inhale of nicotine before he smothers the embers on a nearby surface. he's still as displeased as five seconds ago. ]

Also don't really care if they're in deep with this Shady Fucker or just a matter of "wrong place, wrong time". They have questions to answer one way or another. Got a problem with that? Take a wild guess on how I feel.

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[unweave]

Why else would you stick your nose where it doesn't belong?

[ She has concerns. Money at least was a driver — a motivator for her. ]

Mmmm. It may be prime real estate but - [ Her voice turns into a sing-song, a sultry roll of her words. ] I'm on vacation. Doctor's orders to let this heal at least for a little while.

[ But, if she's really bored, she would help him, but since he's ASKING .... she gives him a hard time. ]

[puffing]

Plenty of reasons. Maybe you have a soft spot for someone. If you're a guy, maybe you're thinking with your other head and hoping to get laid. Maybe you're just eager for the hunt.

[ not. speaking for himself or anything. neeeever. ]

Vacation. A... what, week after advertising your group's get-together? Two? Shit. Must be nice being the boss.

[ are you tired of him giving you shit, Aranea. politely let him know and he'll probably stop. maybe. ]

[unweave]

I somehow don't think those apply to this one.

[ She calls his bluff. ]

Always welcome to start your own business. Hey, maybe you can hire some bloodhounds and have a tracking business proper. Then you can get all the vacation days you'd like.

That or get stabbed.

[puffing]

I wouldn't know. Not going to guess what head you could be thinking with.

[ hardy harhar, he made a funny. as did she when she mentions bloodhounds. that's enough to warrant a snort of amusement; one that she probably can't appreciate to its fullness. ]

You lost me just when you were getting somewhere. Mutts would be a waste of money. [ remember the nose? yeeeeah. piece things together, Ms. Highwind. ] Besides, making me my own boss removes the challenge of you eventually hiring me. I thought you didn't want that.

[ HE'S STILL WANTING TO KNOW HOW THE FUCK SHE GOT STABBED. Bigby isn't going to give her shit about him until she spills the beans on her whole deal. ]

[unweave]

Riiight. [ YOU'RE STARTING TO BORE HER, BIGBY. She's not sure why hounds wouldn't work — they would be nice competition for a guy asking for a scent. Figuratively or literally. ] Seems like you're warming up to the idea of working for me. I can live without that challenge just fine.

[ A dismissive handwave and she's tilting her head to the side. ]

If you find out anymore info, give me a heads up.

[puffing]

[ well, he's soooo fucking sorry. ask politely and maybe he'll give you the deets, god. ]

I never said I warmed up to anything. I just wanted to see what tricks you had under your sleeve that would eventually convince me.

[ but since you're getting so bored, he'll just give a dismissive shrug of his own. two can do that, punk. ]

Same to you. Preferably for free.

[unweave]

Mmm? Sounds like you're curious on my methods.

[ A pause: ]

But, fair — I'm curious of yours too.

[puffing]

[ he hesitates.

even Bigby can't help but imagine there's a twang of innuendo in there. cue him clearing his throat as he tries to not think about that too much. ]

You're supposed to be the one charming me, last I recall. Ladies first.

[unweave]

What? That's not charming?

[ Consider her offended!! ]

[puffing]

Being curious is supposed to be charming?

[ be offended, punk. ]

For a flirty lady, I was expecting more from you. Tsk.