( AN OPEN POST #2 )

[charmlessness]

 
 
 

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[prescription]

I had a plan. [ It's as aggressive as Richie will allow it to be. The layouts, the blueprints, the goddamn schedules of every employee from the valet to the hotel manager — that? That's Richie. ]

You've been gone a few days. Maybe you've forgotten: I? always have a plan.

[ He points between the two of them, bringing his insistence home as he presses at his own stomach. The subject changes, as it should. There isn't any point in dwelling. Not on how her shoulders have lost their tension, the way her face is easy to smile again.

How else? ]

A plan, which, by the way, is now rendered almost useless. [ Richie frowns. ]

[novice]

( Abigail didn't forget — how could she? All she thought about while she was gone was her time spent with the brothers and how she was being pulled back the moment she set foot on that train.

She crosses her arms over her chest and leans back in the chair that, moments ago, she'd been so eager to get out of. A normal reaction, when cornered. )

How selfish of me, going and ruining your plans. What was I thinking? ( She sighs, and it's overdramatic in a blatantly obvious way. Just trying to shake those leftover nerves now that she's back to where she was trying to get all along.

It's a shock that Seth hasn't made an appearance, given her raised voice only minutes ago. ) I'm sure a genius like yourself won't be able to come up with another plan.

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[ Plans change. Of course plans change. Does it mean they should have to? Does it mean that he, himself, should have to alter their course? No. But he will, because he wants to. Because he knows that Seth will want her earn her right back into their fold.

This isn't his first rodeo. Richie understands the way Seth operates better than anybody. Sometimes, even Seth. He steps away from the door frame. ]

You're like a bad penny, you know that? [ He stands straight, glancing at the building mirroring their own.

Richie looks at her over his shoulder. ] You better hope your luck changes by the time Seth wakes up.

[novice]

( It's Abigail's turn to tun her attention to the building, the sound of Seth's snoring that once bothered her beyond all words now bringing a smirk to her lips.

She knows he won't be happy with her return; he wasn't exactly pleased that she chose to leave in the first place, but he understood why she felt she had to do it. It's so soon that she's going to seem fickle, like she doesn't know what she wants, and if she knows anything about Seth Gecko, it's that he doesn't like an unsure partner. It doesn't exactly make for confident jobs.

Abigail turns back to Richie, shrugging. )

I've never been the luckiest of people in the world. ( She bites at her lip nervously, still. He's only warning her about something she's already aware of.

Perhaps too aware, if the sudden spike in her heart rate is anything to judge by. ) I don't expect him to be happy to see me.

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[ It isn't entirely true. Seth will have his reservations, sure. There will be anger, there will be silence. His brother is as transparent as he is unaware of the idea.

When he looks at Abigail, he sees a girl who was lost. The Geckos, they found her. They gave her life a new meaning. It was only right that she would return to them, in the end.

He angles slightly in order to get a better image of her again. He thinks of her mouth and the impulsive things that he's done. Like the ground had been pulled out from underneath him and kissing Abigail had been the only way to get it to stop. ]

They feed you? On the train?