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[borjafamily]

WHO: Borjas
WHERE: A canal near the high temple
OPEN/CLOSED: Closed
WHEN: Night of Day 4

[Astra has a cleaned-out planter as a bucket and is using it to wash herself in the canal. No soap or anything, just rinsing herself. Very thoroughly. ]

Comments

[withswagger]

I don't take well to obedience, or assume trust to be found in a den the likes of Borja. Spread your chest open and it's like to be stabbed.

[bad_in_latin]

Not here. Not s'long as I'm here.

[withswagger]

[. . .]

Here I am, then. Speaking the truth. And sacrificing what would have been a beautifully ripened reveal of deceit at the end of the season, I should say.

[bad_in_latin]

I'd've punched you if'n you'd waited that long.

[withswagger]

Clearly not a deterrent.

[bad_in_latin]

Seein' as how you talked me into the one already.

[ he raises his fist again, kind of half-heartedly ]

[withswagger]

[Doesn't even flinch. Just staring at him. His eyes a tawny hazel, a soft and unassuming color. but fixated on him like this, they seem piercing enough.]

And now I come to you, just as you say. Perhaps I am easily earned, if I am already baring my throat for you.

[bad_in_latin]

[ his hand slowly drops ]

No more lies. Not t'me.

[withswagger]

Is a promise from a lie feeder worth anything?

[bad_in_latin]

A promise from you is.

[withswagger]

. . .


Is it.

[bad_in_latin]

It is. So I'll hold you to it.

[withswagger]

Well.




I have no trouble eating at all, so I suppose one less man to eat from is a request I can grant.

[bad_in_latin]

S'what I figured. This family sure's a good one for lie feedin'.

[withswagger]

Then I suppose you have my word.

[bad_in_latin]

... 'll take it.

[withswagger]

But not so fast. If it has value to you, then I want something for it.

[bad_in_latin]

Like what?

[withswagger]

There's the question. What to ask from the man whose most valuable asset is me?

[bad_in_latin]

M'awful pretty.

[withswagger]

[...!]

Oh, do you believe me now?

[bad_in_latin]

'bout me bein' lovely an' fair? I always knew that.

[withswagger]

And here I thought it wasn't on the market.

[bad_in_latin]

You're chippin' away, I admit.

[withswagger]

What is the exchange rate for unfettered truth in the house of Borja? A kiss? Your virtue?