(Gela puts the second cup back down and stands, stretching her legs out one at a time, scooping her hair back from her face, petting it down.)
Okay. (It's not like she isn't Noting this all down.) But he's said that he wants to join Riftwatch? Why would he bother joining if all he wants to do is get in the way?
(Like, he has to sit through orientation and everything.)
[A huff. She's right, obviously-- it's something all the heads would have to agree on, probably, and Benedict hasn't been in the business of pissing them all off simultaneously since, well. You know when.]
Fine, [he grumbles. He knows he's being ridiculous, but he's still going to pout about it a little bit longer.]
Yes please. (Having had her stretch and nice distraction for five minutes, Gela sits back down and draws her chair back in closer to the desk. From the corner of the office Thimble the duck pokes her head down deeper into her wing.)
I can encourage him not to instigate any duels if it would make you feel better about it all.
[He casts her a long-suffering look that almost becomes friendly; it's difficult to maintain a sulk around someone as inoffensive as Gela, for one thing. And for the other, she's trying to help.]
I'll let you know how it goes.
[He pivots off the doorframe by his shoulder, tipping himself back out into the hall.]
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Tell me what happened from the start?
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He catches us after a meeting, starts asking if I'm related to my father-- apparently thinks he's involved in the death of Governor Levati, which?
[An exaggerated shrug.]
--then starts pestering Byerly about having killed his cousin, insisting on a duel. He's obviously just here to make trouble.
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Okay. (It's not like she isn't Noting this all down.) But he's said that he wants to join Riftwatch? Why would he bother joining if all he wants to do is get in the way?
(Like, he has to sit through orientation and everything.)
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He said—
[What did he say on the matter, actually? It’s difficult to remember.
Benedict sniffs irritably, tossing his hair.]
He was rude.
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Come on.
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Fine, [he grumbles. He knows he's being ridiculous, but he's still going to pout about it a little bit longer.]
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And — you know, if he's in the organisation properly he's in the best spot for us to keep him from killing Byerly. (So there's that?)
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[He tosses his hair irritably.]
I'll talk to him. [that is, after all, his job]
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I can encourage him not to instigate any duels if it would make you feel better about it all.
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[He casts her a long-suffering look that almost becomes friendly; it's difficult to maintain a sulk around someone as inoffensive as Gela, for one thing. And for the other, she's trying to help.]
I'll let you know how it goes.
[He pivots off the doorframe by his shoulder, tipping himself back out into the hall.]