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[blowfish]

"Yo, there's no beep on this thing."

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[blowfish]

[He keeps that wrist pinned, although he's not sure why. Jesse watches forward with eyes lidded from exhaustion. When he cottons onto what's been said, he ducks his head a bit in a poor attempt to hide a growing grin.]

Nah. Mine's in September. Coming up, I guess...

[He can't believe how long he's been in Haven. He knows there's a greater chance of one or both of them being in storage this time next year. In this quiet little space it's easier, necessary, to pretend otherwise.]

Who says we can't still cause twice the trouble?

[slushfund]

Five months, huh.

[a low whistle. he can do it, if it comes down to staying that long—optimally, if things go their way, yao will keep making mistakes enough for them to get a handle on thing, or access to whatever mechanism drew them here. michaelis warned him that much effort was expended in bringing them here, and being sent back wasn't exactly a priority for them.

he knows it's a stretch, but one who doubts everything gets nothing.]

It's a date, then.

[loftily said, as presumptuous as always. chaos has always been a favourite activity of hiruma's, and the firm pulse under the hand on his wrist stands a testament to that.]

However, you can't cause a quarter of the fucking trouble without a few hours of sleep. Our schedule doesn't stop, even if you've get gross bags under your eyes. Keep that in mind, Pinkman.