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[cicatrize]

We're having a conversation, do you mind?

[ Spoken at the end of Alina's command. ]

Not everything is about you, Captain.

[sturmhond]

[ He stares between the two of them, deadeyeing them. ]

Aside from this conversation, of course, which is specifically about me.

[ He glances around Jack, looking at Alina. ]

When did you become so fond of gossip? Didn't you used to hate it beyond all reason?

[sankta]

[ She gives him a sweet little smile as she sends off another text and folds her hands in her lap. ]

Talking about you is everyone's favorite game. [ Come on Nikolai. Challenge her. Do it. ]

[cicatrize]

Are you afraid we only have bad things to say, Sturmhond?

[ eyebrows raised, look man if you're that self-conscious maybe you should see someone about that. ]

[sturmhond]

[ Could the two of you be more irritating?

He rolls his eyes back to the window. ]

Well, obviously not. What bad could there possibly be?

[sankta]

Plenty.

You're not actually perfect you know. [ Except she maybe stumbled over the 'p'. Almost like she almost started with 'pr' but managed to elongate it into 'per', but only just barely.

Prince Perfect was on the tip of her tongue, though. ]

[cicatrize]

[ the stumbling isn't missed, and jack slips a glance to her, but doesn't comment beyond that. he trusts alina, if she has something she doesn't want him knowing, that's her business. ]

We could list the bad, if you like.

[sturmhond]

[ Sturmhond shoots a quick look at Alina. He knows exactly what she'd almost said, and he can't afford for that kind of slip.

But it lasts barely a second, and then his attention is back on the window again. ]

Yes, please. Do list the bad. If you're going to complain about me I'd far rather you do it where I can see you. Actually, that would make a lovely change.