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[hackjack]

RHYS (30) Winner, genius, el presidente and acting CEO. Tech + coding master, also super mega rich. Owns literally the universe and everything in it. Has great fashion sense.

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Comments

[hackjack]

I've...got a place, yeah. [It's admittedly not up to his standards, but it beats Pandora, if nothing else, and he can't imagine it'll take long to find some structured ladder to climb in a place as busy and needy as this.]

You?

[athenaie]

[ Athena simply nods deciding, at the last moment, to keep the information of it not only being hers under wraps. ]

Echo the location─ [ She stops, frowning, uncrossing arms to wave a hand about the air. Right, the echo net doesn't exist here. ] Text it.

[hackjack]

[She's hard to read at the best of times, but he squints all the same, lip curling up at the corner.]

--you're not trying to come live with me, right?

[athenaie]

[ She looks at him flatly, something akin to a long suffering sigh falling past her lips. ]

No. But it'll be easier to find you if I know where you're staying.

[hackjack]

No yeah no-- [He wilts under the sharpness of her stare, hand going to the back of his neck at the fact that she effectively rebuffed his joke.] That...makes sense.

[athenaie]

[ A moment more she stares at him before relenting. ] You know how to contact me. [ With heavy steps she turns and well... leaves.

Bye Rhys. ]

[hackjack]

Yeah. [There's a lowness there in his tone, stuck between his tongue and the back of his teeth when he goes to inhale as he watches her leave, feeling out the way the last, sputtering urge to stop her die out.

Better to just be what you are anyway, right? If he's a liar, let him be a liar.]

Later, Athena.