8D guess who's going to The Box~

[notblayde]

You're still not funny.

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[notblayde]

Well... Yes.

[He couldn't really argue that. Either of the statements, really.]

What kind of cake.

[wills]

Hey, here's a possibility. Non-crime.

[Matt, you may be in for a youth outreach program in a minute.]

And all kinds of cake. Particularly Devil's Food.

[notblayde]

Hey! I worked for the government, thank you very much! [Yeah, he knows that the two aren't mutually exclusive, but.]

I... Don't think there'll be much cake where I'm going.

[wills]

....That's inhuman.

[Yes, she did just derail onto lamenting the availability of cake to a complete stranger. No, this isn't the first time.]

[notblayde]

I wasn't exactly pleased with the position myself, but I wouldn't go quite that far.

[No, he doesn't quite catch on that she's referring to the lack of dessert items]

[wills]

But that's just -- I mean, how do even --

[It is too appalling for words, really.

...And wait a minute, didn't he say -- ]

Wait, you worked for the government?

[notblayde]

That's what I said, yes. MI6, actually. [He puffs his little chest up in pride.]

[wills]

No way!

[Except not in the tone that would imply disbelief. Instead it manages to be excited and impressed at the same time.]

[notblayde]

[He did it. He found the person who was impressed with his being in MI6. His chest somehow manages to puff up even more.]

Absolutely! [There's a flash of a grin and Matt kicks in whatever it is he thinks 'suave' might be] You know, living a life of danger, working with international secrets, working with super-spies, [A dismissive laugh] all in a day's work, you know?

[wills]

Do you have an exploding pen?

[You're already James Bond in her mind, Matt, it's fine.]

[notblayde]

An exploding -

[Yeah he's not the one to go to for James Bond-y stuff]

Why on earth would I need an exploding pen?

[wills]

Okay, take it you're not a Bond fan. Uh, but super spies! That's gotta be great. You know, in a oh god I could die sort of way. God, that came out wrong. Willow, you're babbling. What I mean is, that's gotta be really exciting. How did you get into it?

Er, I mean like, what made you think you could, or that you should or that that was the path for you? I mean obviously it must have been thought, right? Well, obviously. Stop me if I'm babbling. Oh god, I'm already babbling.

[notblayde]

[Alright, maybe she was a little too impressed about the whole secret agent thing. This could be a moment of self-reflection for Matt, if only he were capable of recognizing it... And wasn't so busy soaking in it.]

Oh, well, you know... The usual, I suppose. [There isn't a hint of irony or joking in his tone as he speaks,] Running a cyber-gang in your teen years, getting swept up with a criminal empire, almost dying in your own virtual simulation, [A nervous chuckle] fleeing back to England for amnesty, exchanging international government knowledge and hacking expertise for personal safety and freedom... [He trails off a moment, weighing everything he's said.

When he finally clears his throat, it's abrupt.]

Not really where I saw my life going, as you can imagine.

[wills]

[This silence? It is awe.

Pure, unironic awe.]

[notblayde]

[This posing?

Completely unironic, as well.]

I take it you're interested?

[wills]

That'ssofuckingcool. Uhhh, well, you know, I've wanted to work for the FBI for forever and that's just. Way cooler. All I've done is... the high school thing.

And, I guess, abducted by vampires thing. But that's less cool and more terrifying.