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     â  for a future spy, you might want to get more reliable sources. â  now this is just tragic if they really believed that. but it is kat, so she scans over their expression, knows not to underestimate just how fluidly they can bullshit.  the demeanor she observes makes her lift an eyebrow curiously, though the glint in her eyes only reads daring. she wants kat to take the bait, to go along and humor her.  â  kathik vohra trying to get away from all the dirty work ? groundbreaking. youâre honestly so predictable, youâre no fun tonight. â  sighs, her back hitting the wall next to them, mimicking the cross of their arms.  â but because iâm a good sport, iâll help. i heard sheâs a second year, so that erases a lot of names from your busy mind. â  she doesnât ruffle their hair even if this is what she wants to do.
Kat didnât protest that they wouldnât get that far. Getting on the other side of four years was their part of the bargain; they had to. âAnd here you are, talkinâ to me,â they pointed out. They initiated the conversation but theyâll reframe it to look like sheâs the intruder. âAre you suggestinâ thereâs a correlation?â Come on, their lie was the oldest in the book. Kat often reshaped themselves in conversation, intentions as murky as polluted water, but they didnât think Mary put actual weight on anything they said. âGet used to it,â they dismissed. âThatâs more your thing. Donât wanna steal your shine.â Kat wrestled down a chuckle when her arms fold, tearing their eyes away to the horde crushing the ballroom, breathing in all the good air. âSo not Parker,â they intoned. Fuck that guy. âChrist, Mariko, shouldâa kept Connorâs yearbook on me.â They shook their head ruefully. Fuck that guy. âHer? No, her.â They shifted aim to some unfortunate randoms. âGettinâ any warmer? I might need another hint.â Mary didnât appreciate it but they were humoring her and they already regretted it.












