[17] - [Private to Prefect, backdated to the flood.]

[sharpememory]

I'm not talking to you or coming out of my room until this is over. [Pause.] It isn't fair.

[AND ALREADY, HE HAS SAID TOO MUCH. :c]

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[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

Books aren't going to help. [Barron said, with the firm conviction of someone who hadn't really thought through the impact that being on the barge would have on normally stable magic systems.]

And Nygma won't want to. Not after Beatty.

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[buywithme.livejournal.com]

I'm just saying, we should try everything. It's not like anything else is permanent here.

Maybe not. If he did want to help you, would you accept it from him?

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[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

[Barron sighed, but didn't argue with it.] I could try it.

[Barron paused.] I might. He broke my wrist but I killed his inmate. That makes us sort of even.

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[buywithme.livejournal.com]

I'll ask them, Comrade. All right? I'll ask him and the Admiral, an we'll see if we can get some of your memories back.

[Pause.]

Would you like to go to the pub for a little bit?

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[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

[Barron looked around his room, then back to Prefect.]

I will, if you're not going to leave me alone.

[Better the pub than hanging around in Barron's room with all the post its.]

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[buywithme.livejournal.com]

I am almost certainly not going to leave you alone. I'm a little bit worried about you right now, so either I'm going to overcompensate for a while or we can get drunk.

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[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

We should drink. [Barron said with a nod.] And not talk to anyone else.

[The last thing he needed was to say things that he didn't want to to other people on the barge.]

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[buywithme.livejournal.com]

[Prefect beamed.] All right, Comrade. There's no one else I'd rather be talking too! [Hideously over invested, thy name is Prefect.]

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[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

I'd rather by talking to one of my brothers. [Barron replied instantly. Then paused.] No offense, man.

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[buywithme.livejournal.com]

None taken, Comrade. In the Factory we called our workers Brother and Sister to try and replicate the kind of loyalty and affection that real siblings have for one another. I don't think it ever quite worked, but I'm sure that if I had a real brother then I'd rather be drinking with him.

[But instead, he has you! A delightful stand in brother!]

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[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

I don't know about affection, but you're right on the mark with the loyalty. [Pause. The most awkward of pauses.]

Can we change the subject now?

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[buywithme.livejournal.com]

Don't you like your Brothers, Comrade?

And of course, we can talk about whatever you want.

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[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

I- [Barron starts, but he catches himself.] It's complicated. We need drinks. Now.

[Hopefully so many that Prefect wouldn't remember anything Barron had said.]

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[buywithme.livejournal.com]

All right!

[Prefect power walks the rest of the way to the pub, because that sounds important. He lets them both in with a flourish of his item, and gestures for Barron to go ahead of him to the bar.]

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[Barron follows Prefect, firmly ignoring everyone they walk pass in the corridors. Once they get to the pub, he goes quickly inside.]

Thanks. You want the usual, then?