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iggy would tell me
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Iggy loses track of me any time I step outside to get fresh air.

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he does not
he's got a special sixth sense for giant men with abs

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If you think that's his taste in men, you need to review his boyfriends.

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you and billy? abs
eddie? feral cat
john and grady? intense little weirdos with beards

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I said boyfriends, not regular partners. The last two are the ones you should be focussing on.

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same thing really when it comes to iggy's ability to sniff them out

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If this is entertainment while you're on your way here, we could try a more suitable topic.

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do you even know how to sext

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What do you think?

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i think if did know how to do it you'd be doing it

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There are different kinds of sexting, Jem. I was waiting for you to show me your preference.

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my preference is even a hint of interest

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If I wasn't interested, you wouldn't be coming over.

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keep going

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Going? I'm sitting here waiting for you to show up.

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i knew it
you've never sexted a person in ur life

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Or I'm not as easy to wrap around your finger as the other men in your life.

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flattered as i am by that, i can't even get eddie to wash his dishes.

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I doubt that's what you keep him around for.

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it's his place, so technically he's keeping me around.

i'll be 1 min

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Place doesn't matter.

Door's open.

- action

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[She's about to argue the point; that it does matter, because Eddie invited her in, and hasn't let her go. But she's in the brothel already, feeling awkward in her own skin. Maybe she should have made more of an effort beyond brushing her hair. She's in lace up britches, a sweater, the usual braids. Less 'booty call' and more 'grocery run.'

The polite thing to do is knock on Kovacs' door, which she does. The other polite thing to do would be to wait, which she also does. ]

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I said it was open.

[Bemused, one eyebrow ticked upwards as he opens the door. Steps away immediately, moving back over to a bureau on one side of the room, the myriad of bottles and decanters there. In his usual work dress, he's shirtless, loose pants, easily confident in the space.]

Drink?

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Some of us are polite, [is the easy snark she sends back while she does a very quick look around while his back is turned. She hasn't been in any of the rooms at all and has been curious about what to expect inside the brothel, expected decadence.

She wasn't expecting it - or Takeshi - to be moderately lived in. ] Yes, please. [Then: ] Only if you are, though.