bastardbytrade | [ 006 ] [ audio // common ] [ who the hell is that? ]

[... The anger is surprising, even though Lilith wouldn't deny that "fucking with team" was "fucking with her".]

Don't get your panties all bunched up, I'm gonna get him back.

[When her face stops looking like a crime scene and she, er, finds a fashionable eyepatch. Her vanity has taken a serious blow and Lilith doesn't know how to deal with it, so she's barely able to pretend that nothing is off there. At least over the comms. Nothing will be said of the hysteria she'd had after getting a mirror. (All in pieces by now, several times over when they regenerate.)]

[Mordecai growls in response.]

Who, Lilith? I don't fucking care if you get them back or not, just tell me who.

[Either way, he's heading for her room right now and ignoring the pleas for help along the way.]

Dammit. Shut up already.

Dude, I'm telling you it doesn't matter who did it, alright? I fight my own goddamn battles thank you very much.

[Feels good to get pissed off at someone that isn't Ripa or herself, after all that.]

What's that noise? Where the hell are you going?

Heh. Yeah, yeah.

You tell me who and I'll tell you where I'm going.

[Is that sarcasm? Why yes it is. Mordecai's voice practically reeks of it.]

God FUCKING dammit Mordecai, I'm serious!

[Raging at being handwaved, and getting worked uuuup.]

It. Doesn't. Matter.

Okay!?

[Getting Lilith all angry and swearing always puts him in a better mood. Mordecai takes a moment to laugh at her reaction.]

You sound like shit. What, you take a hit to the throat or something?

[Hey, he's not asking 'who' anymore.]

Yes.

[Everything about her change of tone screams FUCK YOU.]

[Lips taking an upwards turn. This here Mordecai be grinning.]

Now we're getting somewhere. What'd he hit you with?

[This sniper has neglected the elevator in exchange for a nice walk via the stairs. His voice probably has a bit of an echo to it.]

[She notices the echo, and she can hear the smile. The line goes quiet, and then-- KRSSHHH. Someone hasn't been treating her room very nicely.]

Do I have to make a LIST?

[The crash earns yet another low chuckle. Mordecai is still annoyed with the voices that continue to call out as he moves and he's quietly plotting to take a butter knife and cut out the spleen of whoever it was that hurt Lilith so bad...

But having her break shit because of him is always entertaining.

Besides, he's pushing the stairwell door open and starting down the hallway towards her room.]

I'll save you the trouble. Open up.

.....................

[Wellp, suspicion confirmed, and she's not any happier about it. Lilith regrets opening her big mouth to complain-- he is the LAST person she wants to show off these ugly, glaring cuts to. She's a narcissist born and bred and while she is convinced of her own charm, she wouldn't expect him to stick around just because of that. Her face and body rank up there on pride, along with power and charisma.]

How 'bout you fuck off instead.

[So she'll shove him away.]

[Lilith should know by now that one does not simple 'shove' Mordecai away. He might not admit to affection for the Siren, but she's still team.

And when team stumbles and starts to fall, Mordecai is there to grab them by the hair and yank them back onto their feet with a string of abuse to follow.

He responds to Lilith's comment with a heartfelt KICK to her closed door.]

Open the fucking door.

[Lilith is horribly confused, but mostly she's angry. She flings a hairbrush at the door instead.]

[He's not budging, rather leaning on the other side of the door and glaring down the hallway.]

How long you been in there? I haven't seen or heard from you for a few days.

[Mordecai's tone has slipped back to it's usual growl, whatever amusement he'd held a moment ago slipping away with each passing second.]

[True, that. Lucky for her she had two or three small bags of chips and a water bottle in the room. They were devoured as soon as she could eat without nearly passing out.]

Mor--de--cai. Get lost.

[Lilith is not liable to admit how hungry she is, or her concerns about the cuts being infected despite cleaning them as much as she was able. Her eye hurts enough that, if she were a weaker woman, she would have wanted to faint.]

[He's still not moving, but his patience is starting to waver.]

Last chance. Open up.

[Mordecai is guessing she's been in there for a while. He's got a few options appearing before him to get her to open up, and unless someone's been giving her food without him knowing... but he hasn't heard any negotiation over the comm.]

[There's a black hair on her bed. Lilith plucks it off the sheets and throws it, as much as anyone can throw a strand of hair.]

No dice. No one is getting in.

[He's really rather difficult to get rid of, isn't he.]

Not even me?

.............. [Did he SERIOUSLY--]

Especially you!

[God damn him for playing that card.]

[There's a long pause but he's yet to budge.]

That bad, huh?

[He knows her better than she realizes.]

Rrrrrrrgh! No!

[Now he's starting to make her feel like a child, which doesn't brighten her mood any.]

[Silence.

And then a single THUD of a fist hitting the door. It's not a hard strike, nor intended to do damage. Really, Mordecai is just venting.]

Suit yourself. Call me when you stop the bitch fit.

[Why hello there, he's walking away.]

[Very very frustrated, instead of calling him back like in every soap drama ever Lilith breathes out another curse and clicks off the line.

She's not gonna call, and who knows how long it'll be until she ventures outside to grab something to eat.]

[He leaves, a scowl on his face as he heads once more for the stairwell. If Lilith is busted up enough that she won't come out or let him in, then the chances of her actually leaving the room to eat are pretty damn slim.

And so a half hour or so later, acting purely out of dedication to team and certainly not the person herself, Mordecai returns to Lilith's door and thuds a fist against the still closed barrier.

He says nothing, merely placing food in front of the entrance and moving a few steps away. Mordecai leans on the wall and waits.]

[She jumps. A little bit twitchy, here.

Lilith gives her door a long, suspicious look, not trusting that knock but damnably curious all the same. After a minute of internal debate, she slips noiselessly off the bed and lays her ear flat along the door.]

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IT'S LIKE A MOUSE AND CHEESE MAAAN.

FUCK YOUR MOUSETRAP