[ They walk together for only a brief period before she slows her steps, agreeing to his comment. And then she's gone, melting into the shadows. If he didn't know better, he'd think she was imaginary, a strange figment of his mind. He lingers at the mouth of the alley for half a beat, simply admiring how easy it had been for her.
Then he's moving on, because he has other things to do. Things that don't involve coddling her small feelings about waffles.
(Of course, he's never been good at letting anything go, so he's in a right mood when he arrives at the Slat).
He eats his dinner in the dining hall, tucked in a corner, as he considers his words for Haskell. His annoyance bleeds into his thoughts and countenance as usual and the Dregs steer well clear of him. Composure back in place, he walks straight into Haskell's office, who gestures for him to close the door.
And they certainly have it out. There's no shouting, not on his part at least, because meeting Per Haskell's tone gets him exactly nowhere. It also doesn't keep him in control-which make no mistake, he certainly is, even as he bites his tongue and sucks up. It works out exactly how he'd explained it to Inej earlier. Menial tasks, grunt work, taking orders direct from Haskell instead of having the freedom to cook up his own schemes.
It won't stop him from thinking of them, but he knows the old man won't hear a single thing until he decides to forgive.
After, he finds Inej on the roof and gives her a curt go ahead, letting her know it was clear enough she could probably be alright if she wanted to wander downstairs.
That's about all he sees of her for two days straight. Haskell makes good on his promise to keep him busy enough to drop, some older Dregs occasionally stopping by to rub it in his face. Which never lasts long, a good long stare sending them scurrying off.
As for Inej, she seems to be working on making herself as invisible as possible to him. He can always tell when she's around, that prickling feeling settling between his shoulder blades. But they're ships passing in the night; her leaving a room as he comes into it and vice versa. He can tell she's doing it on purpose and it's just as annoying as her injured feelings at the waffle stand.
He's thinking it can't last much longer as he sits down to lunch with Jesper—they have too much ground to cover still. She needs to learn to use a knife, so she could start joining the Dregs in the street fights. And so she can defend herself without him being nearby. But she's insistent on being a ghost, a wraith, and trying to catch her is a bit like trying to hold water. ]
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Date: 2021-01-03 04:26 am (UTC)Then he's moving on, because he has other things to do. Things that don't involve coddling her small feelings about waffles.
(Of course, he's never been good at letting anything go, so he's in a right mood when he arrives at the Slat).
He eats his dinner in the dining hall, tucked in a corner, as he considers his words for Haskell. His annoyance bleeds into his thoughts and countenance as usual and the Dregs steer well clear of him. Composure back in place, he walks straight into Haskell's office, who gestures for him to close the door.
And they certainly have it out. There's no shouting, not on his part at least, because meeting Per Haskell's tone gets him exactly nowhere. It also doesn't keep him in control-which make no mistake, he certainly is, even as he bites his tongue and sucks up. It works out exactly how he'd explained it to Inej earlier. Menial tasks, grunt work, taking orders direct from Haskell instead of having the freedom to cook up his own schemes.
It won't stop him from thinking of them, but he knows the old man won't hear a single thing until he decides to forgive.
After, he finds Inej on the roof and gives her a curt go ahead, letting her know it was clear enough she could probably be alright if she wanted to wander downstairs.
That's about all he sees of her for two days straight. Haskell makes good on his promise to keep him busy enough to drop, some older Dregs occasionally stopping by to rub it in his face. Which never lasts long, a good long stare sending them scurrying off.
As for Inej, she seems to be working on making herself as invisible as possible to him. He can always tell when she's around, that prickling feeling settling between his shoulder blades. But they're ships passing in the night; her leaving a room as he comes into it and vice versa. He can tell she's doing it on purpose and it's just as annoying as her injured feelings at the waffle stand.
He's thinking it can't last much longer as he sits down to lunch with Jesper—they have too much ground to cover still. She needs to learn to use a knife, so she could start joining the Dregs in the street fights. And so she can defend herself without him being nearby. But she's insistent on being a ghost, a wraith, and trying to catch her is a bit like trying to hold water. ]