Bad Guys Only

[pugsmuggler]

Vercelli sat in the east wing's reception room. He had half of a burrito in his hand that he holding in a fold of tin foil. It looked hard as a rock, and he'd probably plucked it straight from the fridge before heading out of his bunk room. He idly tinkered with his watch, occasionally taking a bit out of the brick-like wrap. Once a good few minutes had passed, he glanced up at the seat across from him where Quelorie occupied a spot.

"The hell is keeping Joel? He called us in here a good thirty minutes ago," he said.

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[kobacake]

"Do you like beaches, Tootsie?" Somehow that seemed a little surprising, but there were a lot of things Quelorie didn't understand about Vercelli. He kept his interests pretty well guarded.

[pugsmuggler]

"Well, not especially. But I like time off," Vercelli smirked. "Doesn't come easy around here."

[aphelionix]

Joel was fishing out the fruit from the bottom of his cocktail with his straw, stabbing through it and popping it into his mouth. It was juicy and definitely tropical - he supposed it resembled a fish in the bottom of the ocean that you've caught. The Fisherman's Joy, indeed.

"May take a few months to be approved, but you can apply for some days off. They can always change their mind, though."

[pugsmuggler]

"Ha! Are you kidding? They'd shoot it down by the time it reached the top, and you know it," Vercelli said. "But it doesn't matter. I'm only here for as long as it takes to take down the circle."