long live the problem child

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      “I heard once that it’s possible to kill someone with a straw.” He half remembers hearing it. From a twelve year old kid when he was still in elementary school. And it’s only tangentially related to the fact she offered up, but he wanted to share regardless. “I don’t remember specifics or anything, but yeah.” He shrugged, taking her offer as an invitation to sit down as he plucked a chocolate coated stick from the box. “What kind of carrot, though? A whole big one, a baby carrot, carrot stick..?”

“ probably have to hit my head pretty hard to do that. ” it’s meant as off-handed banter, but he probably shouldn’t be giving tigs ideas like that. arin nods as if he has any idea in this world what exactly he means by that. “okay, gotcha. i have fifteen bucks and a bunch of those pennies that you press pictures into.”

“very original joke, i’m sure it took you ages to come up with that one.” arin made a big show out of rolling his eyes. as if that wasn’t a joke he makes all the time. “i mean, that sounds like finders keepers to me.” a pause, as he realizes how bad that makes his entire arguement look. “but in a bad way, you know.”

arin hums disapprovingly. like jem’s the one keeping him from having any kind of fun. “don’t think i want to get in a fist fight with a security guard just to maybe have a chance to screw around.” he’s pretty sure some of them could literally snap him in half — not the way he wants to go if he can help it. “it was so much easier to fuck with public school computers. they all ran windows xp and had like, no security.”

      “how sophisticated do you think the ip tracking at this place is?” probably more than he could wrap his head around. but he’s bored. and being bored breeds the real stupid ideas. “i just think it might be fun to change the desktop wallpapers in the security office.”   ╱   @jemfisch​

“that doesn’t mean i don’t know you.” he so helpfully points out as he falls into step at tigs’ side. though he does stay an arms length away. to reduce the risk of getting tripped in front of a passing rental bike. “depends. how much you want and what d’ya want it for?”

              ❝ skate ? yes. run ? it’s ice. ❞ but yes, it could hold body weight, which is the real question. it doesn’t really fully dawn on him why she might be asking, though, and he stays put. hands in his coat pockets nonchalantly waiting for more of an explanation.  ❝ i’m offended that you think i would be a rat. they’d at least have to torture me first.  ❞ and he doesn’t think they’d be able to get away with torturing students. even if it is a spy school.  ❝ what’re you doing?  ❞

“and yet, here i am. funny.” he hums, sitting down and flashing nate one of his irritating grins. “hey, five year olds get it. you try and tell me the world doesn’t run off finders keepers rules.”

“yeah, well, you forfeit seat rights when you get up..” and with that, arin’s plate is unceremoniously plops his plate down on the table. it’ll take more than that to get rid of him. “finders keepers, loser’s weepers.”

arin had to squint in order to read the sign, even though he was only a few yards away by the front doors when lex made his way down the stairs. “what's with all the..?” he called to catch his attention, twirling his finger around as if that would give any indication what he meant.  “you the candy gram guy or something?” is that something people actually do or was that just his elementry school?

“am i not allowed to just say hi?” because that’s definitely what he was doing. arin takes not immediately being told to get lost as an invitation and jogs to catch up, his usual mischevious grin becoming more apparent as he got closer. “how’s it going so far?”

his brow knit together, annoyed that he hadn’t realized himself earlier why he might’ve looked suspicious. “maybe. shut up, i was trying to make sure i wasn’t recognized.” between the hood, constantly looking at his phone, and being a guy following a girl? yeah, he looked plenty suspicious. and if he’d spent thirty seconds thinking about it he would have realized that. “i guess it might. still feel like it would make sense for them to know at least some of the time, though. like a quick ‘hey, we’re doing some government training, these people are fine’ or something.”

“I feel for the poor bastard who has you on their tail.” Whoever it is, they have their work cut out for them. Arin doesn’t envy them — or anyone being tailed, actually — one bit. “Yeah, easy that I know where she is. I still have to stay undetected for half a day,” he rolled his eyes. “Raina Virani. I’ve seen her around, but I don’t know her very well.” He’s not sure if that makes him feel better about haking her phone yet or not. “Who you got?”

      “i’m not the only one who thinks it’s stupid that instead of giving us a real break before the semester starts that they gave us work, right? i mean yeah, it’s a change of scenery and i thought it was too easy anyway, but it’s still like six hours of my life i could have spent doing something else.”   ╱   @oofsebastian​

      “i think i got tailed by a cop for a little while i was tailing raina. guess i looked sus. shady dude watching following a girl around? you’d think someone would’a warned them that we’d be here doing this. or are cops not special enough to know about spy shit?”     ╱   @ezrxxx​