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[ Draft 5 ] Taking Initiative
Several files have been taken from my quarters.
[There's some rustling in the background. Meth is searching for something, somewhere.]
I will forgive the intrusion in my room if my things are returned immediately--
[She breaks off abruptly, and then there's another loud noise as something drops to the ground where she's searching.]
These must be returned without further delay. Any information on the whereabouts of my things will be greatly appreciated.
[There's some rustling in the background. Meth is searching for something, somewhere.]
I will forgive the intrusion in my room if my things are returned immediately--
[She breaks off abruptly, and then there's another loud noise as something drops to the ground where she's searching.]
These must be returned without further delay. Any information on the whereabouts of my things will be greatly appreciated.
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Making an annoyed sound, she moved on from the dresser and started pulling the covers off his bed.]
[1/2]
[Deer in headlights deer in headlights--]
[2/2]
Oh my god what the hell are you doing in my stuff!?
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[Hmm, nothing under the top cover, or the sheet. Meth reached under a corner of the mattress and stripped off the bottom sheet. Nothing.]
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I think you should leave.
Like--
[He approaches, intending on putting a hand on her shoulder and leading her out;]
Right now.
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[She ducks out of reach of his hand and flips the mattress with a small grunt. Her eyes widen at first, expression lighting up at finding something beneath...]
There we are...
[Meth grabbed the papers before he could stop her, and flipped them over to find...
...porn.
Her eyes widened a moment and she looked over at Chase with an amused smirk, waving them about.]
Interesting reading materials.
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[And then he was perfectly still - saying nothing, grip on the mattress not relenting, holding it down forcefully as if drowning a man.]
[Hot girl found your porn, Chase.]
[Hot girl found your porn.]
. . .
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Feeling a bit tired however, she dug into her pocket, pulled out something green and popped it into her mouth. After chewing a moment, Meth took a deep breath, looking around Chase's room. It had been messy before, but now it was even worse. Not that she cared. What mattered was that she hadn't found the files yet. She took another step back and took a seat on Chase's bed, looking around critically.]
If you hide those under your mattress...where would you hide files that weren't yours, that I haven't checked? Hm.
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[When he spoke to Meth, he spoke slowly, somewhat sternly, so that there would be no misunderstandings here:]
I didn't.
Take.
Your files.
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I have no reason to believe that on your word alone.
[Hm. Perhaps there was more under the mattress. She moved off the bed and yanked it up to reveal a journal of sorts. Meth reached for it...]
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Seriously.
[Chase - you are striking out, here. You sure?]
Like, get out.
[She's unapologetically all up in his personal space.]
[Yep, he's sure.]
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Hm, are you sure that's what you want?
[Something had changed in her demeanor, and Meth moved in front of Chase a moment before pushing him back against his bed.]
I thought you offered to help me find my things.
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W-well, yeah, but...
[Shifty eyes.]
..."Help" doesn't mean "stand by while you bust into my place because you think I stole your stuff."
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I had to establish your innocence for myself.
[Her other knee rose up and rested on the other side of his legs. She leaned over him, holding herself up with the heel of her hand pressed into the mattress.]
By any means necessary.
RAEP
...
[His recovery from shock-induced paralysis subsided to general skepticism. Yes, this was happening - and it was happening to him. So he murmured to himself, because it seemed like the only logical thing to do in this exquisite, exquisite Twilight Zone.]
O-kaaay, am I dreaming, orrr...?
[But Chase knew an opportunity when he saw one, and "innocently" one free hand slinked down to slip around the back of the woman's thigh, just above the knee...]
8}
[Her tone was a bit more firm. Meth reached back, grabbed his hand and moved it up. She shifted her weight to hold it against the bed. It left her other hand free.]
So are you still offering to help me...Chase?
[Slowly she trailed her fingertips down from his neck, down his chest, lower until pausing just at his navel...]
Bj <3
Yes.
[He answered quickly, because it's not something he had to think about.]
[This was a thing he wasn't thinking about.]
83
Meth's free hand traveled up, stopping to cup his cheek. She leaned in, lips parted, eyes starting to close...]
I'll be in touch.
[Meth pulled away, trying very hard not to smirk in amusement.]
Re: 83
[...wait, what?]
[Left there to flounder for a moment with lips puckered, Chase sat up quite abruptly and propped himself there with his arms out behind him.]
But I thought that--
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Shhh...No. I have work to get back to. See what you can find out about my files.
[She made her way to the door, careful not to step on anything, and turned the knob. There, she paused and looked back at him.]
Come find me on site if you find anything. You need to work quietly and discreetly, understand?
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[He blinked as she flounced off, leaving him to ponder all of the goings on of the past-- what, ten minutes? Tops? And when he was positive that she was completely gone, he just sat there some more, not quite sure of what to do with himself just yet.]
[...What just happened, here.]
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She pulled a set of dog-tags on a chain out of her pocket and began whistling to herself as she sauntered down the hallway to head back to the temple.
It had been time well spent, in her opinion.]