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[attr="class","giada i"]"fancy seein' you here," she murmurs. it's been, what, weeks or months since she saw him last?

at least this time, they're mostly clothed. and she's a little more free than before. alcohol clings to her body, leaving a faint liquor smell hanging in the air between them.

"you on the market?" her head tilts at the thought, an almost wry smile settling into her expression.

"or is this just business as usual?" what does he even do now? their shared occupation no longer tethers him to her. he got out while she stayed. and maybe, just maybe, she's a little envious of whatever life he now lives.

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[attr="class","giada i"]is it a cry for help or having fun? for her... it's all one and the same.

traumas and vices are nothing new to her or him, for that matter. and maybe she's a little bitter that he seems so much... better now. and maybe that doesn't even matter in the end but her smile begins to fall flat in the face of a frown.

"what? why're you looking at me like that?" her head tilts as confusion settles.

it doesn't last long, at least. her expressions shift quick into another realm. confusion fades into fuzziness and then amusement.

"you, retire?" a snort escapes at the thought. his appetite puts hers, and possibly anyone's, to shame. "that'll happen when spoinks fly."

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[attr="class","giada b"]

[attr="class","giada i"]her face settles into open defiance at the expression of concern. it's a foreign concept, truthfully, to have someone actually be concerned about her. and coming from him, of all people, puts her on the defensive almost too quickly.

"i'm fine," she murmurs, arms shifting to cross over her chest. "and perfectly capable of taking care of myself." the tone leaves little room for argument.

and it seems as though he doesn't have it in him anyway... a win for giada, perhaps. a clash between them here and now wouldn't necessarily end well.

her smile returns in the wake of his smirk. "i don't think i would." the smile widens as another thought rises. "unless you have new tricks you wanna show me?"

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[attr="class","giada i"]whatever experience he has under his belt strikes a nerve in a way she doesn't expect. where jealousy should be is, instead, a bitterness seeping into vessels. it makes her snappy, irritated, cold. and god, she hates it.

trauma sits beneath skin, simmering to a slow boil as if fueled by his words. and no amount of alcohol is going to make it disappear, no matter how much she tries. it's not even his fault. not really, not in the way one could think. no, it's all her and her incessant desire to be needed.

in the end, she's nothing more than meat on bones. a means to an end, pleasurable or otherwise.

"i suppose we'll see, won't we?" her tone is kept similar to how it always is: playful, tinged with something more. it masks what she wants, what she needs. while she's not stupid enough to think it'd pass with him, time sweeps by them before he can settle further under her skin.

the timer buzzes and with it, her mood settles into a lull. if there's any scheduled dates left for her, they're stood up and abandoned.

and when he's ready to face her other 8 lives, she knows he'll find her.

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