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[interstellarnpcs]

[She is so not interested. She seems to make a note of that, and then carries right on.]

And how do you know about any "ghosts"?

[sharktrash]

[ A light shrug. ]

Not the first time I see things flying around here.

[ Also he's heard some things from the people who had gone missing on the very day he used for his fake story. Hey, just because he hadn't participated in the thing doesn't mean he's deaf and blind. ]

At least last time they talked instead of braining me with a fucking valve.

[ Of course we're back to him. Brainwashing overlords can't stop this vanity. ]

Oh, and there was something else.

[interstellarnpcs]

[She does not seem impressed.]

I'm waiting, Squalo.

[sharktrash]

[ Alright. This is what he stirred all this charade for. No backing out now. He clears his throat, looking nervous, but not exactly scared, and looks right at her, intent as if trying to see into her mind. ]

Koumei Ren. What happened to him?

[interstellarnpcs]

[She pounds her fist onto her desk hard enough to sort of shake the floor. She stands, looking like she might laser him to death on the spot.]

What did the ghost say, you moron?!

[This might have been the wrong way to go about this.]

[sharktrash]

[ LOOKS LIKE. Surprisingly enough, he doesn't reel back, and just keeps watching her. This temper feels very familiar. ]

Write, to be precise. "HELP".

[ He hasn't forgotten his own question. ]

[interstellarnpcs]

[She narrows her eyes.]

And that's it? And why do you think they have anything to do with me?

[sharktrash]

Thought it'd get your attention. And hey, I was right. [ His tone's non-confrontational, almost calm for once. ] You did get pretty mad about it back then, didn't you?

[ He's pretty sure people don't break someone's joints for fun if there's no personal stake to it, but hey, he could be wrong. ]

[interstellarnpcs]

[Suddenly, she's on the other side of the desk, and she's grabbing his neck - effortlessly lifting him just enough to make him have to stand on his tip toes.]

If you think for a second that you can play games with me and get away with it - I'll show you where your sack of shit friend is by making sure you join him!

[sharktrash]

[ Well, shit. He's too hot to die! He forces down the urge to fight back, pretty sure that would only make things worse for him, but hopefully she didn't expect to make him cry and stutter because that's not happening. ]

So not fired, I take it.

[ There's the briefest baring of his teeth, something between a pained grimace from her grip, and... a smirk. ]

Shit, you're beautiful when you're angry.

[ IS HE OKAY IN THE HEAD? ]

[ DEFINITELY NOT. But look on the bright side, maybe he lost it out of fear or something. ]

[interstellarnpcs]

[Well, EITHER WAY...

With a roar of fury, she just kind of hurls him at the windows behind her desk. They don't break, at least.]

[sharktrash]

[ His back collides with it painfully and he slides down with a grunt. He'll probably end up either on the window pane or the floor. Damn, it's a long way down. Thank fuck for sturdy glass? ]

April Fool's?

[ YES SQUALO I'M SURE SHE'S FEELING VERY HUMOROUS RIGHT NOW ]

Well, not the last part. [ important distinction. he does have a thing for people that can make him evaporate at the force of will. ] Do I get an answer?

[interstellarnpcs]

[Squalo, just stop.

Her eyes flash like lightning, and suddenly he's being lifted, as if in a field of static. It prickles his skin as he's lifted off the ground, and promptly thrown in the general direction of her book case.]

You'll get my foot up your ass you smug sack of shit!

[sharktrash]

[ But does his hair stand up from it because it probably looks pretty funny at least. ]

[ He grits his teeth in anticipation this time, but there's still a pained sound when he hits the hard surface, several books probably falling on top of him. ]

[ He opens his mouth to say that it's definitely not his kink, but realizes that maybe, maybe that's not the best idea right now. ]

Not... necessary. You're making a point.

[ ...as close to an apology as it'll get, probably. ]

[interstellarnpcs]

[Lesedi's cellphone rings. For a moment she looks like she's going to ignore it and carry on, but then she whips it out practically yelling into the phone as she answers:]

What?!

[There's a pause as she listens to whoever is on the other side - she relaxes just a fraction.]

Cass - no! You would not believe the shit I am putting up with today. It is absolutely insane.

[She strides over and gives Squalo one last kick - not as hard as she could - and keeps talking on the phone.]

I'm at my wit's fucking end.

[sharktrash]

[ Well, he could use this excellent chance to pick himself up and quietly go. ]

Not even a hint?

[interstellarnpcs]

[She steps on him, and hisses very pointedly:]

I am going to cut your balls off.

[Then briefly returns to her phone.]

I have to handle this. I'm going to be late. Save a spot for me - just joking, I own every seat in the building.

[She hangs up, and then dials a new number.]

Security? Hi. I'm sending a package down to the labs for you. One that is quite possibly withholding information.

[sharktrash]

[ Well, ouch. He holds both hands up in surrender and finally shuts up. ]

[ --wait, what. ]

Vooi, I answered everything you asked!

[ THIS IS UNFAIR. ]

[interstellarnpcs]

[TELL IT TO THE JUDGE. The judge being Lesedi - who is also executioner.]

Prep the equipment. He'll be right over.

[She closes the phone and leans down to him, speaking in a comparatively soft tone.]

Never...Never. Talk down to me again.

[sharktrash]

[ He actually looks confused for a moment, his hands lowering to his sides. ]

I didn't. Bad day?

[ ...at least he doesn't ask if it's that time of the month. ]

[interstellarnpcs]

[She hisses through her teeth.]

Bye!

[And then he'll fall unconscious.]

[sharktrash]

[ Well, shit. ]