[ Wriothesley glances around them, at the flickering street lamps below them and the stretch of tall buildings beyond. Different sights that prompt a different lifestyle. And while he's always been adaptable, these things still take some time. ]
I guess you could say I'm not used to having this much free time. Or used to this much noise.
[ The Fortress is loud and creaking in its own ways, but it's still a different pace from actual city life. Still, he prefers this over the squeaky clean guise the upper levels of the Court put on. It feels a little more honest here. ]
You seem like you've settled in pretty well though. Maybe you can offer up some tips, if you're feeling generous.
[ Brooding hotness aside, the guy looks like he knows what he's doing. (Or maybe it's because of the appeal of said brooding hotness? Who can say.) ]
[The nice thing about these places in a city, they don't bother to put on pretense. Not so different, no matter where you end up. What you see is what you get...and then some. He levels Wriothesley with a searching look, like he's trying to suss out what he's usually doing with all his not-so-free time.]
That would be pretty magnanimous of me.
[Does he look like a generous guy to you? (It's not a no.) Of course—]
[ Hey, looks can be deceiving? But if he's learned anything from roughing it out on the streets, it's that nothing's ever given out for free. In a show of theatrics, Wriothesley pulls the (empty) pockets inside out of his sweatshirt. Nothing there but his sad beat-up phone. A tragedy. ]
Seeing as how I have nothing on my person right now, there's not a whole lot I can offer.
[ But. But!!!! ]
But if you don't mind an exchange of sorts, I'd be happy to share anything interesting I learn while I'm here.
[Now you're talking, Wriothesley. Information is always going to be a better bang for your metaphorical buck. Still, he makes a show of thinking it over, hands stuffed back into the pockets of his jacket, legs crossed at the ankle. But. (But!!!—) He swings his feet off the ledge of the roof to stand up properly.]
I think we could come to an arrangement.
[Time to find out what this guy counts as "interesting," I guess!]
[ Can't believe bartering still works in this economy. Amazing. He'll try not to look too excited by the prospect of his prospects turning around. Instead, he'll linger where he is, stuffing his pocket linings (and then his hands) back into his jacket pocket while Jason swings back around. ]
Anyone I should steer clear of. Anyone who might be more important than they look. [ Which could mean any number of things, really. ] Since I don't have anything to offer you right now, I can't exactly be picky, now can I?
[I mean he'll also take some fat stacks of cash if Wriothesley has them, but since that's off the table, apparently—
He hums, like he's still considering it. This is a negotiation, and all.]
I could manage some of that.
[It's shit he'll be keeping tabs on, anyway, and he's not in a position to turn down a source. And if he changes his mind, well. No one says he has to follow through. As for offers—]
Could start with a name.
[Don't know how you do business, bud, but he'd like a little something up front!]
[ At least that part's easy. (The name itself? Ehhhh, not so much.) ]
Wriothesley.
[ Said with an outstretched hand. Could his new buddy easily grab said hand and use the leverage to throw him off the roof? Sure, but he's willing to place a bit of trust in the guy, especially after they'd gone to all the trouble to work out a deal. ]
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jason.
[ Wriothesley glances around them, at the flickering street lamps below them and the stretch of tall buildings beyond. Different sights that prompt a different lifestyle. And while he's always been adaptable, these things still take some time. ]
I guess you could say I'm not used to having this much free time. Or used to this much noise.
[ The Fortress is loud and creaking in its own ways, but it's still a different pace from actual city life. Still, he prefers this over the squeaky clean guise the upper levels of the Court put on. It feels a little more honest here. ]
You seem like you've settled in pretty well though. Maybe you can offer up some tips, if you're feeling generous.
[ Brooding hotness aside, the guy looks like he knows what he's doing. (Or maybe it's because of the appeal of said brooding hotness? Who can say.) ]
why are you like this
That would be pretty magnanimous of me.
[Does he look like a generous guy to you? (It's not a no.) Of course—]
What's in it for me?
because i love and appreciate you 🥺
Seeing as how I have nothing on my person right now, there's not a whole lot I can offer.
[ But. But!!!! ]
But if you don't mind an exchange of sorts, I'd be happy to share anything interesting I learn while I'm here.
squints
I think we could come to an arrangement.
[Time to find out what this guy counts as "interesting," I guess!]
What d'you want to know?
🥺
Anyone I should steer clear of. Anyone who might be more important than they look. [ Which could mean any number of things, really. ] Since I don't have anything to offer you right now, I can't exactly be picky, now can I?
😑
He hums, like he's still considering it. This is a negotiation, and all.]
I could manage some of that.
[It's shit he'll be keeping tabs on, anyway, and he's not in a position to turn down a source. And if he changes his mind, well. No one says he has to follow through. As for offers—]
Could start with a name.
[Don't know how you do business, bud, but he'd like a little something up front!]
no subject
Wriothesley.
[ Said with an outstretched hand. Could his new buddy easily grab said hand and use the leverage to throw him off the roof? Sure, but he's willing to place a bit of trust in the guy, especially after they'd gone to all the trouble to work out a deal. ]
And you?