KIMBERLY WEXLER
"Hello, you've reached Kim Wexler. I can't take your call right now, but please leave your name, contact information and reason for reaching out, and I'll get back to you at the earliest opportunity. Thank you."
(it's a good question - the leash could break or be pulled, but to be honest, rarely ever does anyone have any say on mikey's behavior. as it stands, the boy lacks empathy in selective ways. caring, understanding, being merciful, only applies to the people he chose and loves, the people whose lives are sworn to him. everyone else, there's not a shred of him who would blink an eye to violence, to any injustice that wasn't done to his own.
his eyes squint, sharp towards the man's bubbly response, and it's only because his phone rings that he steps to the side.)
Don't move.
(mikey can't risk it. shuten's been clear on keeping things on the downlow, and while never has mikey accused anyone of anything, well, do you know how easily it is to spin this meeting? but either way.)
Yes. Takemichi Hanagaki, Keisuke Baji, Ken Ryuguji and... Kazutora Hanemiya. I'll be there soon.
(listen, it's been a day. he barely caught any sleep since the bombing, and his people are down. this is more important. once it's done, his phone rings with the conditions of everyone he named.)
[When Mikey picks up the phone, Kim dares to breathe. She takes a couple careful steps to join Mikey and Jimmy, as though this moment were far more casual, stopping just close enough that she could put a hand out to either.
And while Mikey is engrossed in his friends' welfare, she chances a glance at Jimmy, as aloof as she can manage but lingering. They have this, she tells herself. It doesn't stop the tremble in her fingers; she puts her hands together to still them, one hand locked into the other.
She puts the command in her voice anyway as she looks back to Mikey, brows knit. She cuts in cleanly, with a thread of concern:]
It's going to take you a bit to get back across the city. You go, and I'll talk to this guy.
Jimmy shifts impatiently, by all appearances letting the names wash over him like the unsolicited details of someone else's dream. Takemichi he knows, that's the pincushion. The rest are—begrudgingly—filed away.
He stills ever so slightly with Kim's approach, casts a look her way. Tries not to color outside the lines of natural curiosity.
This kid. He's like an open wound. Well, Mikey wants to be the boss? Jimmy looks to him, eyebrows raised. ]
Why are you telling me what to do? He didn't even answer my question yet. Chill, Gisele.
(which, given the tense aura looming in this encounter, doesn't particularly sound like an easy feat. he texts as fast as he can with a single hand before his phone is pocketed and the adults have his full attention.)
[Her jaw tenses, just the slightest grit of her teeth before she relaxes again. She replies plainly, with a sharp little shrug of her shoulders, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.]
Because I don't like it when my clients threaten random people for making innocuous comments, especially not when there's more important things going on.
[She looks to Jimmy and summons up every memory of some client flaunting her counsel and landing her with more paperwork, more continuances, more court appearances. That impatience surfaces on her face, like she's just as annoyed with him as she is Mikey.]
Just answer, and then it's time for all of us to go.
[ Something in him bristles at rewarding the kid's foot-stomping with any real information—but that's just pettiness, and pettiness has no place in this. Jimmy reaches for his lapel, as if surprised to find he's not wearing a suit jacket or faction pin. As he hadn't deliberately discarded both before coming here. ] Oh. Sutoku. [ His face'll be on the network at some point.
A quick glance to Kim, but Mikey looms large in his attention. He takes a sharp breath and asks, voice brittle: ] There wasn't another bomb, was there? [ It's asked for show, but the longer he thinks about it, the uneasier he gets. ]
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his eyes squint, sharp towards the man's bubbly response, and it's only because his phone rings that he steps to the side.)
Don't move.
(mikey can't risk it. shuten's been clear on keeping things on the downlow, and while never has mikey accused anyone of anything, well, do you know how easily it is to spin this meeting? but either way.)
Yes. Takemichi Hanagaki, Keisuke Baji, Ken Ryuguji and... Kazutora Hanemiya. I'll be there soon.
(listen, it's been a day. he barely caught any sleep since the bombing, and his people are down. this is more important. once it's done, his phone rings with the conditions of everyone he named.)
What faction you in?
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And while Mikey is engrossed in his friends' welfare, she chances a glance at Jimmy, as aloof as she can manage but lingering. They have this, she tells herself. It doesn't stop the tremble in her fingers; she puts her hands together to still them, one hand locked into the other.
She puts the command in her voice anyway as she looks back to Mikey, brows knit. She cuts in cleanly, with a thread of concern:]
It's going to take you a bit to get back across the city. You go, and I'll talk to this guy.
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Jimmy shifts impatiently, by all appearances letting the names wash over him like the unsolicited details of someone else's dream. Takemichi he knows, that's the pincushion. The rest are—begrudgingly—filed away.
He stills ever so slightly with Kim's approach, casts a look her way. Tries not to color outside the lines of natural curiosity.
This kid. He's like an open wound. Well, Mikey wants to be the boss? Jimmy looks to him, eyebrows raised. ]
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(which, given the tense aura looming in this encounter, doesn't particularly sound like an easy feat. he texts as fast as he can with a single hand before his phone is pocketed and the adults have his full attention.)
So? I asked a fucking question.
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Because I don't like it when my clients threaten random people for making innocuous comments, especially not when there's more important things going on.
[She looks to Jimmy and summons up every memory of some client flaunting her counsel and landing her with more paperwork, more continuances, more court appearances. That impatience surfaces on her face, like she's just as annoyed with him as she is Mikey.]
Just answer, and then it's time for all of us to go.
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A quick glance to Kim, but Mikey looms large in his attention. He takes a sharp breath and asks, voice brittle: ] There wasn't another bomb, was there? [ It's asked for show, but the longer he thinks about it, the uneasier he gets. ]