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Ocean Vuong, The Weight of Our Living: On Hope, Fire Escapes, and Visible Desperation

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Vi hadn't decided if she was totally keen on her full name being used, especially in that posh topsider accent of hers. Talent hm? "I wouldn't want to brag." She continued in her teasing tone, cocking her head to the other side.

It was cute seeing Caitlyn like this, her usual stick-in-the-arse attitude falling aside for a stammer in her words, azure eyes physically looking for the words that weren't there. Vi snorted at her defence. "Please, at least it's better than those nonsensical black smudges Hammer Head calls 'words'." Yeah, her autography was lacking but in her defense she was too busy trying to stay alive to learn proper penmanship.

The chair stopped and her eyes hadn't left Caits face once, her beauty was statuesque, hard to look at anything else, really. She audibly sighed and got up from the chair, she wasnt trying to impose on the sheriffs personal space but it was hard to move past her without invading her bubble, so close infact she could smell her expensive body wash and perfumes all mixing together.

Vi rested her weight against the table with her arms folded. "So what's the plan, Captain?"

If she didn't know Vi enough, she would have fallen for that look: puppy eyes that she was extremely skilled at pulling out. But Cailtyn knew better, or so she tried to convince herself until that silly pet name left the young woman's mouth.

"The kind of trouble that only you have a talent to always find, Violet." she stressed out her name, just to remind the other girl that indeed she remembered her full name unlike someone else. And this time it wasn't Vi's personal choice for her pet name that got her flustered, but mockery on her calligraphy now?

"My penmanship-" Her mouth opened for a good comeback, but promptly closed until her mind could put together more than two words "at least it's legible enough for most, unlike someone's."

She finally stood on her full height, her gloved hand stopping the chair from swinging.

"Now, can I have my chair back? So then I can explain to you our next mission if you can keep your focus for more than 5 seconds."

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Ooc. Not me finding out today that people are calling Cait 'Count Fagular' I'm in tears

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"Me? Make trouble?" Her tone was playful, cocking her head and looking up at the woman with innocent eyes and a smile. She barely made a move when the paper was ripped from her fingers, sitting back in her seat with her eyes fixed on the sheriff. "Now what kind of trouble could I cause, cupcake?"

She shrugged at her defensive responce. "All those fancy tutoring lessons couldn't buy you good penmanship?" Vi was just teasing, of course. Her mother had good hand writing too, that kind of frilly-loopy scribble but that was one of the many things she hadn't inherited.

"Go on then." She sighed, "I'm sure you didn't drag me here just for the good company."

There was a simple answer to Vi's question, but even after all this time words just didn't seem to come out of her lips when perhaps she needed them the most. They were always trapped in her throat, buried in her chest, heavy, even if Vi was the only person that made that feeling fade away even if ever so slightly.

"More like keeping an eye on you, so you at least if you cause any trouble I can take care of it straight away." entertainment dances in her eyes, despite her fingers taking away the papers the other woman was holding in front of her face.

"Awful writing." she repeats slowly, her eyes falling on the black ink Vi had just been staring at.

"I apologise if my calligraphy offends you."

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She took the second hint, removing her boots from the desk as the sherif continued to complain. Vi shot a smile at the woman as she placed the contraption back on the desk, but stayed slumped in the chair with one hand in her pocket.

A distraction hm? Part of her wanted to read into everything Cait said, deconstructed it and rebuild it into a narrative that'd suit her best- isn't that what everyone does? That'd be a dangerous and time consuming endeavour to say the least. Words are words, and though Vi knew better than to just take anything at face value she wasnt about to hear things that aren't being said...

Vi adjusted her position to more upright in the chair, swaying it side to side in soft motions as she looked up at Caitlyn. The officer had striking features; her angular jaw and high cheekbones which contrasted with the soft kindness of her eyes. She chuckled under her breath, "is that all you brought me here to do? Entertain you while you rummage through reports-" Vi picked up one of the many pieces of paper on the desk, turning it as she glanced over it, "this handwriting is awful..." She muttered, brows furrowed in mock concentration.

A laughter that was no familiar matter to her office rang through the walls: it made something in her chest flutter, a feeling that despite her stubborn attempt to shove away, it kept breaking through her walls with no mercy, always leaving her barely breathing around that young woman who had conquered Caitlyn's life with her presence.

Too easily in fact, and that was why Vi was too much of a threat to her sanity.

"I didn't allow you in my office so you could make a fool out of me again." There was a scoff, fingers grabbing some documents scattered on her desk, only to tap them on the other's boots as she kept pushing Vi's feet towards the edge of the desk.

"I have work to do and you're distracting me." An admission, or rather what Caitlyn knew to be a matter of fact.

"If you are free you could make yourself useful." She prompted, which she didn't know herself in what way but she was sure she could always find something to keep Vi busy and away from her to avoid more distraction.

Her eyes lingered once again on Vi's features, the way her lip curled in that funny way when she'd be genuinely laughing - which was rare to see. The way her skin wrinkled slightly around her eyes, brighter than usual despite the tears staining them.

"Or I guess you could teach more slang from Zaun while I review these documents..." She added carefully, knowing exactly she had walked into her own trap.

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cont. @deaiustitia xx

She only glanced at her company for a moment as she kept her composure trying not to laugh at the way the Pilty tried so hard to rack her brain for answers. Vi was back to fiddling with this weird contraption- furrowing her brows as she believed she was so close to beating it.

The nudge to her boot prompted nothing, unmoving from her comfortable position. But that soon changed when the officer's attempt at using the 'slang' made the Zaunite burst into laughter. Her accent made the accentuation of the word even funnier. She was laughing so hard she almost fell off the chair. "That's too good, say it again." Vi wiped a tear from her eye.

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Let's..... go lesbians?

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Let's..... go lesbians?

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