the EMILY HAS CONQUERED NANO open post

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[undermyfeet]

Alexander knows that feeling, that stir-crazy, penned in feeling that is more than capable of driving you crazy if you let it. He takes a breath, glancing around the room for a moment before nodding.

"Alright. Let's play a game."

He isn't sure what that game is going to be yet, but he's getting there.

[considermefree]

He has her interest at least. Half confused and half expectant, a dash amused for flavor. A game.

"Maybe it's 'cause I've got brothers but a 'game' in county seems like it could end badly." Granted most games in the Mosse family ended with booze and bloodshed, but still. A game in jail... okay, she is definitely interested.

[undermyfeet]

His shoulders pop in a small shrug. It's a rather simple game, and it doesn't look like it'll have a violent response, so it's worth a shot.

"I Spy. But with stakes."

Gambling stakes, not life threatening stakes.

[considermefree]

"What is my life that I thought you meant like, literal fucking stakes, instead of... whatever the fuck not literal is." Bastion of knowledge right here. Pure intelligence in a compact little package. She cracks a smile though, because she can make fun of herself. "Alright, what are the stakes?"

[undermyfeet]

"For every one I get right, you owe me ... " His eyes scan around the room for a moment. He spots one detective having Mexican and he points. "A taco. For everyone you get right ... you can tell me what you want."

[considermefree]

Tacos. Adorable. She closes her eyes with a little laugh, letting her head tip back against the wall. She hums a noise of thought before she decides. "A kiss. Though you can decide where and how. And you know, you can very much tell me to shut the fuck up."

[undermyfeet]

He likes Mexican.

His eyebrows climb a little curiously at the mention of a kiss, a smirk crawling across his features as he nods. "Works for me. Do you want to go first or should I?"

[considermefree]

She smirks right back, you heard her, fire boy.

"You, so I can get a hang of the game."

[undermyfeet]

"Alright."

He rubs his hands together glancing around the room. "I spy something that is ... brown."

[considermefree]

Hmm. She looks around, pushing her hair back from her face like it will help her see better.

"The bench we're sitting on?" A beat. "Oh, if you mean the uniforms I'm going to punch you. That is too obvious, it shouldn't count."

[undermyfeet]

"Nope, and nope." He leans back against the wall, lacing his fingers behind his head as he waits for her to ask again. "Keep looking."