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[kovach]

[ after attempting to follow some small footprints from the dining room, kovacs briefly hears some strange and suspicious laughter that echoes out for only a short time before it's gone.

— the fuck? ]

Has anyone heard some creepy fucking kids giggling in the hallways?

Or seen some tiny feet trailing around?

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[bossily]

I'm choosing to take that as a compliment.

[kovach]

You should. I like you bossing me around.

[bossily]

I'll be sure to remind you that you said that if you ever decide to change your mind.

[kovach]

I hope you do.

[ what was said about inappropriate topics during the mission? ]

So what would be your strategy with the ominous ghost kid?

[bossily]

Someone told me once that every lonely monster needs a companion. Something tells me even the angriest and most mischievous of ghosts won't refuse someone to play with. Especially when that someone comes with stories to tell.

[kovach]

[ every lonely monster needs a companion. those words run deeper than he expects them to. ]

Yeah, I don't think I'm the play companion type, so this definitely sounds more like a job for teacher-nanny Clara.

[bossily]

You're not meant to be the companion. You're meant to fetch the ball I'm bringing along with me. And it's probably best that you keep me from getting myself killed.

[Again.]

[kovach]

[ considering what he knows has already happened to her — ]

So basically I'm backup to keep you from doing anything too stupid.

[bossily]

That, and just keeping me company in general. It's a very important job.

[kovach]

You have pretty shitty taste choosing the village asshole for company.

[bossily]

Yeah, thing is, you're not ever an asshole with me. You're far too wrapped around my little finger for that. Admit it.

[kovach]

[ is she right? yes. but she doesn't need to call him out so publicly like this. ]

What can I say? It's a cute finger.

[bossily]

[look, everyone else is so busy being tortured or is asleep. She's pretty sure no one will notice a thing.]

It's about time someone admitted it.

[kovach]

[ ever the optimist. ]

Sounds like this was just a roundabout way to manipulate out some compliments.

[bossily]

Hardly. I'm just being polite and keeping the conversation going while I wait for you to get on with telling me where you're currently located.

[kovach]

Really? And here I thought your Tak senses would just tingle and you'd find me on your own.

I'm outside the dining hall.

[bossily]

Are you accusing me of being a stalker?

[kovach]

I was trying to interpret it as good instincts.

[bossily]

Try to interpret it any way you like, the end result is still calling me a stalker. Lucky for you, I take no issue with keeping tabs on the people that I care about. How else do you think I'm always in the right place, at the right time to save the Doctor?

[kovach]

In my defense, the word stalker keeps coming straight from you.

When it comes to that guy, though, I'm pretty sure you don't need a tracker. If he doesn't just come barging in on you, you can usually hear him hollering or setting something on fire a few miles off.

[ either version of him. ]

[bossily]

Talking like that, you sound like part of the family.

[She'll politely drop the stalker subject. But you can bet your ass she's on her way.]

[kovach]

[ oh god, don't say it. ]

More like a frequent involuntary participant.

[bossily]

[She doesn't respond to that, because she's too busy sneaking up behind him so she can rise up on her tiptoes and cover his eyes with her hands. There's even a BOO to go along with it.]

[kovach]

[ granted, his eyes had already been closed to concentrate on the exchange of texts, and it's because of that that he's not entirely in sync with his typical envoy intuition, the kind that keeps him prepared for a surprise attack.

he can feel her particularly throw herself at his back, considering the difference in their heights, but he doesn't fight it off, a slight smirk of amusement in the corner of his lips as he speaks out in his deadpan. ]

Oh, shit. Looks like the ghost got me. [ but before she can make another move, he snags her wrists with his hands, holding her there as he ducks and roughly bends forward, all in a swift motion to trap her in a piggyback position, straightening himself up so she's forced to hold onto him from his back. ]

[bossily]

[She's genuinely surprised when he grabs her wrists. There's a moment where she's wide eyed, almost afraid he might toss her over his shoulder. But then he's pulling her into a piggyback position, and she's utterly charmed. It's with laughter that her arms curl loosely around his neck and legs wrap up around his waist.

It makes her feel incredibly small and absolutely ridiculous, but she also loves the whimsy of it. She's smiling as she stretches up and forward to press a kiss to his cheek.]

I can tell you're absolutely terrified.