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Richard Dickerson ([personal profile] nonvenomous) wrote 2020-10-17 10:50 pm (UTC)

“Why does he think he knows?”

Richard sinks into a crouch, empty cup set at the corner of the open trunk, with both hands aligned across opposite edges to level his balance on the balls of his feet. There he has a better view of the packeted letters in question, with their color-coded cords -- he shifts a tray carefully to one side, with a sidelong look to Fitcher at her perch after he does so, measuring her comfort level against his progress.

This is an unorthodox rendezvous, even for him.

Once he’s cleared the way, he reaches in as directed, with passing care taken to feel along the inside panel for wires and switches on the way. It’s a subtle endeavor -- a few fine plucks of tension through the back of his wrist, until he shifts the coat to feel under it.

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