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i only have two icons but here i go anyway

[dogbites]

[ it's not usual for her to indulge, and the sweetness of waffles and cream is so unfamiliar to her that she coughs on the first bite. ]

God. Are you trying to kill me?

[ moody, she picks at the fruit instead. even though they're covered with powdered sugar, they're sour enough to be worth eating. ]

[oxidantshappen]

Mmph?

[He's been eating with all the intensity of someone who hasn't eaten in a few days and is afraid it will be taken away. Which means he's got a full mouth when she asks the question.]

Why would I-[oh right, swallowing's a thing]-try to kill you?

[dogbites]

[ she watches him eat, waiting until he manages to reply. how can he eat this stuff? it's a kind of morbid fascination. ]

...I'm just kidding.

[ sort of. she's naturally suspicious. ] So what do you know about the new virus?

[oxidantshappen]

[Because it's scientific fact that teenage boys can eat anything with no major ill effects. Butter and sugar make anything taste good.

He looks down at his plate thoughtfully before replying.]

Not much...all I know is that it sets in fast, it's pretty fucking taxing on you, and in the worst case scenario you go all brain dead.

[dogbites]

[ great. absolutely fantastic. another superbug is the last thing she needs. engineering countermeasures certainly pays well, but seeing the effects of this kind of shit is exhausting. ]

"All brain dead". Right. Have you seen it happen?

[oxidantshappen]

Not personally, no, but I saw what happens after. [He puts down his fork and does his best to make his eyes unfocused, limbs slack, jaw dropping down.] And then when they talk it's all slurred together.

[dogbites]

[ uh. ]

What do they talk about? Anything special?

[ prophecies of an apocalypse, or anything? because then she might suspect some kind of mind-altering drug-based cult rather than a virus. ]

[oxidantshappen]

Ummm....

[He holds the weird pose again and tries to imitate what he's heard.]

Ennnnnnnnnnnddddddddd. Ennnnnnnddddddddd....yeah all the fuck they really say is the word "end" a lot and occasionally "yes" and "no" once ashed questions.

[dogbites]

[ uh. ] So there's no known source and the worst case scenario is ending brain processes.

[ god, why does everything suck so much. she scrubs her eyes with the heels of her palms, leaning back in her chair and not eating any of the sugar and butter monstrosities on her plate. ]

[oxidantshappen]

Don't think that it's always going to be no source. [He stops with the weird pose and shoves more of the food in his face.] It's not like we've been sitting on our asses, or at least I haven't. Just gotta wait for things to float up the chain.

[His expression falters a little before perking back up.] 'S why there was time for food.

[dogbites]

This isn't the kind of thing you can wait for.

[ she's frustrated, but after a second she tamps the emotion down and just sighs again before pushing her plate across the table. ]

Here.

[oxidantshappen]

...You sure? [He's eyeing it, but waiting for it to be a prank. The phone remains silent for the time being.]

[dogbites]

Seriously. I'm not hungry.

[ also, she thinks she might throw up if she eats anything this covered in powdered sugar. ]

[oxidantshappen]

Then thanks!

[He takes the plate, takes another large bite-and the phone he has starts ringing. Dropping the fork on the table, he hurriedly answers, chewing and swallowing.]

Yeah?

[His expression darkens as he listens to the person on the other end. Really? Fucking really? Not so surprising as it is rage-inducing to find out where their lead was.]

...Okay, and you said Twenty-Third? Alright, thanks.

[Hanging up, he jams the phone in his pocket and wolfs down a few more bites.]

That was what I meant by not sitting on my ass. And speaking of-[He stands, throwing on his jacket.] Now I'm not sitting on my ass at all.

[dogbites]

[ she can barely believe that this guy is actually saying these things. but! more importantly, charlie wants to see this firsthand. ]

Someone who's been infected?

[ it sounds like it, but she can't be sure. she casts one last distasteful look at the plates before standing up, picking up her jacket as she goes. ]

[oxidantshappen]

Yeah, and even better-caught some bastard who was sneaking around the area. Might be connected. [As they move, he gestures with his hands as he speaks.] See, we're at odds with this one group in particular, and I mean I'd never want to think awfully of someone who didn't deserve. but they fucking deserve it-there is nothing I'd put past them, if it's engineering some fucking virus or whatnot to destroy the ranks it sounds exactly like that shit in charge's M.O. So I figure, if this guy is related to them, we can say that it's all tied up to them because of what they've pulled in the past.

[dogbites]

Really.

[ she snags another raspberry before they leave the table. she has some vague idea of the gang he's talking about, if he's talking about the 23rd, but whatever group cruz is with is more unfamiliar. ]

Do you have any records?

Not that I don't believe you. [ though, she doesn't. ] But records would be useful.

[oxidantshappen]

Of things that happened in the past between us and them? Of course. The whole "he said, she said" bullshit's pretty old, so someone a while back figured-we should just try to keep a kind of-well I wouldn't say diary, but...

[dogbites]

...a diary. Whatever. I'll take it.

[ as they get approach the area, she zips up her jacket all the way, looking around the unfamiliar area subtly. ]

Some other time, though. I'll need names to follow later.