possibly apping at ataraxion.

[ex_manipulatings887]

Space? I can't say I'm particularly thrilled by the idea. I might be the only child who never had a preoccupation with the stars at a young age, and you expect me to welcome the chance to see them up close?

If that's your only selling point, I suggest you head back to the drawing board and find better bait with which to lure me in.

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[wiretap]

[ She's not smiling. But when does she ever? ]

Better bait.

[ex_manipulatings887]

That was the general suggestion. But it seems I'll be going whether I like the taste of the bait or not.

[wiretap]

[ Still, not smiling. Though ther corner of her mouth quirks. Her voice remains as flat as ever, though, when she asks: ] And if I'm there?

[ex_manipulatings887]

I'd never call you bait, Aberdeen.

But your company is incentive, as always.

[wiretap]

She does.

[ 'She'. The operator. The one pulling the proverbial strings. ]

Doesn't yours?

[ex_manipulatings887]

Yes, but I don't consult her opinion. Especially when she uses such crass terminology.

[ ever the gentleman, but only when it suits him. ]

[wiretap]

[ She stares at him for a long moment then lifts her face, up towards his. Not offering anything, just looking. ]

I don't mind.

[ex_manipulatings887]

I do.

[ because it matters to him, what people say about her. ]