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[gotyourwallet]

[The comm clicks on. Someone sounds tired.]

Do I dare to ask what's happening now? This week has been eventful enough without the sudden burst of new passengers.

[She sighs.]

Alright. I'm just going to go read.

[Vie is in the library, curled up in her usual pile of pillows and making a fair attempt at ignoring all the strangeness.]

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[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[COMM FUMBLE, WHAT.]

Frek!?

[watusay.livejournal.com]

This is a strange little beeping device, isn't it? Listen!

[Frek pushes another button.]

Beep beep.

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

Wait-- Frek. Stop that, please.

[She's trying not to laugh.]

Don't cut the conversation off before you tell me where you are!

[watusay.livejournal.com]

If my lady insists. This is very different, no?

[Frek does stop, but he rattles the comm before putting it to his ear, grinning.]

I am in the... is this the mess room? Never before have I seen such variety!

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

Mess-- Ah! The buffet. I'll be right there!

[SHE'S SPRINTING. And when she arrives, Vie will stop and stare and look him up and down and circle around him, expression amazed.]

Are you really you?

[watusay.livejournal.com]

What, you do not believe I am me?

[Frek hangs his head and sighs heavily. He's not as depressed as his airs would suggest, which she surely picks up on-- it takes a hell of a lot more to dampen his infectious and frustrating cheer.]

If you must, you may touch me.

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[She laughs, as she always does when Frek is around.]

How about... you answer a question instead? What is the name of our common employer?

[watusay.livejournal.com]

Okay, no touching. [Frek gives the briefest of pouts and then he's beaming again.]

Shad the generous!

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[She grins.]

I'm not sure that's quite the word to use for him...

[Vie puts her hands on her hips.]

And his second in command?

[watusay.livejournal.com]

[Frek dips into a sweeping bow.] To me, he is generous. Mama would never have her oils without his purse.

And the second in command you speak of must be the balding Tarquin.

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[Vie cracks up laughing, strides forward and flings her arms around his neck. It's more of a tackle than a hug. Good luck keeping your footing, Frek.]

It would do you well not to let him hear you say that, Frek.

[/SNUG]

[watusay.livejournal.com]

[Frek is like one of those blow-up clowns you punch that pop right back up again. He stumbles, but manages to stay on his feet, and is glad to wrap his arms around her and spin.]

Say what? That our feathered friends in the sky may be attracted to his head under sunlight?

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[She laughs when he spins her. Normally she wouldn't get this personal with Frek but he's the first sign of home that she's seen.

Vie hasn't been this happy in a while. She loosens her grip and leans back a bit but doesn't let him go. Her grin fades, Vie frowns a little.]

Do you remember the Ontari Assualt?

[He won't of course, since he's referring to Shad and Tarquin as alive and well.]

[watusay.livejournal.com]

[Confused at her change in enthusiasm but happy that she's letting him hold her, Frek blinks and rewards her with a curious look.]

Ontari Assault? No. They have been assaulting?

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[She faceplants into his chest.]

Then it hasn't happened yet. If you see Shad, tell him to avoid the Otu'shan Temple. It will not end well.

[Frek is one of the few Clansman that Vie genuinely adores. <3]

[watusay.livejournal.com]

[Frek is not much of a Clansman, and he will be among the first to laughingly explain so. He likes that Vie doesn't treat him with any undeserved reference.

Hands looping gently behind the small of her back, he tilts his head to try and catch her expression.]

I will... tell him. But how shall I explain I know it will go badly? This kind of thing, I must name my supplier.

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[She looks up at him and tries for a smile. It doesn't reach her eyes. Vie is worried.]

So tell him Kuarik came to you with the warning. Or speak to me about it beforehand. Expain this day. I will... question your Vanush uptake but if you stress the importance I will listen.

[Vie knows it'll take more than that. It's time for a threat.]

If I still don't listen, tell me you know my secret.

[watusay.livejournal.com]

[This is relevant to his interests. He chuckles but does not deny that his vanush is precious to him. His favorite hallucinatory plant, it is.

But SECRETS. Secrets intrigue him. Frek smiles in spite of himself.]

May I know this secret? I wouldn't want to be called on my bluff. You're a clever girl, Vie.

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[She leans to whisper in his ear.]

Tell me that you know I kept the Xiar coins for myself.

[Vie smirks. She feels so sneaky.]

If I ask where they are hidden, tell me the third floorboard of the meeting room.

[watusay.livejournal.com]

Oooooh, clever and sly. Your virtues grow with every passing day.

[He knows it's not the wisest course of action, but Frek thinks the harm in stroking her spine worth it and waits for pain.]

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[She actually laughs and detatches a little more from her comrade. Vie is however, very careful not to let him go entirely. Holding his arm is cool, right?]

It's not my fault they think me innocent.

[Vie looks up at him. You know those sweet, pleading, innocent eyes? She has them.]

You'll keep this secret, yes?