( to the holodeck: ) ci mancava pure questa, huh pal?
( he stretches with a groan and goes to the window, taking a cigarette and running it across his lips before lighting it. he thinks about the street outside, kids drinking dirty water and old women with their skulls caved lying in their
— 𝗗.𝗦 𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗗𝗔𝗬.
I'm not joking, Frank. Things are gonna get real heated real soon. Goodnight.
( she hangs up. )
Kitty Banks
( he says nothing for a moment. he needn't, for he knows that kitty can imagine his reaction on the other end quite clearly. )
i'll think about it.
— 𝗗.𝗦 𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗗𝗔𝗬.
No, and neither do you, and if you know what's good for you you'll stay that way.
Kitty Banks
. . . why? you know something?
— 𝗗.𝗦 𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗗𝗔𝗬.
You can consider this a professional courtesy call. You hear about um, Marco Steppsen?
Kitty Banks
curiosity killed the kitty, y'know. whaddaya want, anyhow?
— 𝗗.𝗦 𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗗𝗔𝗬.
I'm a curious girl.
Kitty Banks
why're you so curious to find out?
— 𝗗.𝗦 𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗗𝗔𝗬.
Handjobs? Blowjobs? Is *that* what dome surveyor really means?
Kitty Banks
some of us got jobs to do, banks, and i do mine pretty well.
— 𝗗.𝗦 𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗗𝗔𝗬.
Profoundly yes.
Kitty Banks
do i look like the kinda man who's got time to read the papers?
