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playing the game -- rick austin (takingsides) wrote in bellumlogs,

Rick nodded. He had been avoiding James--talking to James, thinking about James, or bedding James--to concentrate on his little invisible difficulties with the Giancoma. Right now he just nodded, casually, and left it at that.

"I'm going to go with the Cheshire Cat," he said, easily enough, staring up at the ceiling for no discernible reason. "I'm certainly not myself." He opened his eyes (not slit pupiled, but certainly emerald green) very wide over the dark glasses, and said, "Speaking of which... you wouldn't mind keeping the invisible thing to yourself, would you? I have a few people who really wouldn't be happy with me." That was sort of an understatement. One of the spies sent for the Giancoma was found a month later, wasted away, with his hands sunk in concrete and the rest of him about ten feet away--since he'd managed to chew through his wrists, but died of blood loss right after that. They weren't nice people.