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[excontractu]

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[perfectvision]

[it's a lot of gaze to try and avoid. only his arms are bare, but that's still over twenty golden eyes— most of them track with Lysander's attention, spinning to read over the papers when he steps forward to help gather things together, but more than a few are following Maeve.]

[selfdissecting]

[ don't look at me, I do not wish to be perceived!!!

once or twice, Maeve's ponytail morphs into eyes, dripping, and they roll around and watch him back before subsuming beneath the surface once more. ]

Alright. I am ready.

[perfectvision]

Great, let's go.

[selfdissecting]

[ hefting a truly stupid amount of paperwork in their arms

what's this "let's" ]

Where are we going...?

[perfectvision]

The train station??

[selfdissecting]

[ flustered ] ...Oh. Something about your tone, I don't know...

[perfectvision]

[cheerfully unfazed]

My only planned destination is being not here in this office building anymore.

[selfdissecting]

[ starting to walk a little faster at that, as if prompted ]

I often work late. You shouldn't feel like you have to stay just because I do.

[perfectvision]

No, yeah, but you're working with us now. If you're staying late, that means we need to pick up our slack.

[selfdissecting]

[ no comprende ]

I do not expect you to know how to fill out legal documents. A lot of it has nothing to do with Fixing at all.

[perfectvision]

If it's not Fixer stuff, why are you doing it?

[selfdissecting]

Because I still work for the firm! It is not just Venus. I never wanted it to be that way.

[perfectvision]

—are they paying you double time if you're working two jobs? Like full time?

[all one hundred and two eyes frown IS THIS LEGAL, IS IT LEGAL TO OVERWORK MAEVES??]

[selfdissecting]

It...

They are not asking it of me. I just...

[perfectvision]

Is it fun?

[selfdissecting]

[ shrugging helplessly. some papers begin to sliiiiide ]

I learned to be good at it.

[perfectvision]

Yeah, but like, do you like it?

[reaches for those papers]

[selfdissecting]

[ a grateful noise, small and quiet like every other sound from Maeve's mouth ]

Yes. I am good at it. No one has to tell me what to do.

[ because the forms themselves do. ]

[perfectvision]

I guess that's good. Like, if you going to have fun being productive, get paid for it instead of doing a puzzle or whtever.

[selfdissecting]

...Yes.

[ sort of vague. dissociative. their heels click on the floor, then the pavement as they pass outside. ]

I like to feel useful, productive. Like I am doing something good for this firm.

[perfectvision]

What made you want to do law?

[every college kid's conversation fallback, so what's your major?]

[selfdissecting]

......... It seemed like a necessary change.

[perfectvision]

What were you doing before?

[selfdissecting]

Finance management.

[perfectvision]

Oh, math.

[EW MATH]