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── he’s been doing his best to keep his mind off it. there are so many BETTER things to focus on after the heist— the success, the money, the revelry, the look on the guards’ faces as they had a fake waved at them like a lure. and yet he can’t help himself, sometimes, when his distractions aren’t loud enough, and his thoughts drift back to that note. ‘ we certainly enjoyed watching you all work today ’ — jace likes mysteries. just only the ones that are his OWN.
rarely does he venture back to indie’s desk at headquarters. he doesn’t understand much of what she does, and is bad at PRETENDING to. her area of expertise is a whole other world compared to his own, and so for the most part he doesn’t cross the two— but if anyone’s going to find out more about what’s going on, he figures it’ll be indie. jace plays up his nonchalance as he approaches, leaning against a wall nearby, clearing his throat to signal his presence. he’s terrible at this, asking about anything with some real weight to it, and so he can’t help himself but start with something inane--- “ what are you up to ? scoping out our next place already ? ” from where he stands he can’t see the screen of indie’s computer very clearly, though doubts it would matter much regardless. none of this is a language he speaks well. “ i vote we rob a bank, real vintage style. ski masks and everything. maybe some classical music playing, for the AMBIANCE. ”
