Siren's Pull Contact

[classdismissed]

Unless you're telling me how to get out of here, don't bother. Unless I told you to call me.

... Which I won't, so yeah. A way out or fuck off.

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[limitedrun.livejournal.com]

... Two things. One, keep your mouth shut.

Two, quit stalking me.

[slingshots]

I'm not stalking you. [...that much. yet.]

[limitedrun.livejournal.com]

... From the other day, with-- Nevermind. Just stop being stupid in my general direction.

[slingshots]

I told you, that was -- you think I'd do that on my own? Don't even know you, spud!

[limitedrun.livejournal.com]

I don't know, I don't know you. [IT WAS A JOKE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. Further proof that Griffin can't communicate like a normal human being, although he blames it on her being a crazy teenage girl.]

We're square, alright? I'm not someone who goes around blabbing shit just because they can.

[slingshots]

[just. huff. she's maybe possibly a tiny bit sensitive about it after unwillingly stalk someone that hardcore, taking a joke isn't high on her list of stuff to do.]

'N how am I gonna trust you on that?

[limitedrun.livejournal.com]

Okay, let me see if I've got this right. You started following me. You spilled your secrets to me. You just attempted to blackmail me, although it was a pretty horrible attempt.

And I'm the untrustworthy one? You really know how to charm people, don't you?

[slingshots]

Look, it matters. All it takes is one guy what knows too much handing off one word to the wrong psycho, and I'm dusted.

Not that you'd -- [know what it's like? care? but there's that suggestion about not pissing him off ringing in her mind again. so she settles with a muffled, frustrated little noise and leaves it there.]

[limitedrun.livejournal.com]

... That'd I what? Know?

[Too late. For the first time in the whole conversation, Griffin is now sufficiently angry.]

Don't get on your high horse and complain to me, alright? You brought this on yourself. You don't have to stick your nose where it doesn't belong. You don't have to be a moron and risk your neck. You choose it. If some wackjob slits your throat in the night, that's no one's fault but your own.

[slingshots]

[Well, so much for shutting up. So much for not pissing him off, too. There's another pause, and when she talks again it's low.]

I know. [could she screw this up any worse? prooobably not.]

...Nevermind. Say it, if you gotta. I got other insurance. All you got's a name.

[limitedrun.livejournal.com]

A name that seems pretty fucking important to you, if you're going this far just to keep me quiet. Not to mention what you look like. I've got a good drawing hand, I could post a nice, detailed description of you on the Network right now if I really wanted to.

[A short pause as he lets her stew in that. Then:] Keep your stupid spandex on, I'm not going to tell. What could I possibly gain from that? Seriously, use your head. I couldn't care any less about you if I tried.

If you end up caught or dead, it won't be my fault.

[slingshots]

[...Man. At least with Sherlock it was just awkward, but this guy? He could do some damage.

At least Batman isn't here to see her screw things up so bad. Small blessings, right? But she's got nothing, so in a second or two more she'll just end the connection with a sigh and a load of disappointment in herself.]