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“Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me,” Pyrite’s communication device lit up red as they groaned.
A familiar face was thrown into the back of the police van with them, a familiar face which they wish they were more unfamiliar with. It knew they weren’t the only one in the building, which was why they were trying to be quick, but Quinn? They thought getting arrested couldn’t get any worse.
“Pirate!” Quinn grinned, struggling to sit upright with their wrists bound.
“My name is Pyrite,”
“Yeah, that’s what I said,” It nodded, feigning obliviousness.
“I’m certain it’s not,”
Quinn shrugged. “Pirate Pyrite, potayeto potahto,”
Pyrite leaned their head back and hit it on the wall of the van. “Why’d I have to get arrested with you?”
“Could be worse, you could’ve gotten arrested with someone who wants you dead,”
“I think I’d take the sweet release of death over dealing with you,”
“Ouch!” Quinn gasped in mock offense. “What’d I ever do to deserve this?”
“Well, beyond just being incredibly annoying, you betrayed me twice and make me lose a significant amount of materials,” Pyrite’s communication device lit up bright red as it said that, matching the anger they felt about the situation.
Quinn went quiet for a moment, its playful mood disappearing in the face of Pyrite’s genuine frustration.
“Listen, I am really sorry about what happened, if I could I’d go back and never betray you like that,”
“Do you really think I’m gonna believe that again?”
Quinn’s expression lightened once again. “Fair point, I would be disappointed if you forgave me that easily,”
“You’re just lucky they confiscated my batons already. If I had them you would’ve gotten tased on sight,”
Quinn cringed and went to respond, but was cut off by the van jolting to a start and knocking them over. Pyrite failed to stifle a laugh as Quinn struggled to get back upright, the handcuffs proving more and more to be getting in its way. Pyrite had already gotten out of her handcuffs, keeping their hands in their lap to make it seem like they hadn’t. As it watched Quinn struggle to sit back upright, Pyrite reached a hand up to adjust their processor.
“How did you…” Quinn questioned, cutting off his own sentence. She didn’t want to get them in more trouble with the upper class than they already were.
Pyrite shushed them and winked, dropping their hand back into their lap. Quinn shook its head in disbelief as Pyrite fidgeted with their handcuffs, locking their wrists back in place.
“I’m a good little fugitive,” Pyrite joked, showing their handcuffs back in place. “Can’t have them thinking I can slip out of whatever cell they throw me in,”
“Could you get me out of mine?” Quinn asked, fighting a little with its cuffs.
“I mean, I could, but you should probably be asking if I will,”
“Will you? Please?” Quinn pleaded, doing their best attempt at puppy dog eyes.
“I’d rather eat my own boot,”
“C’mon, I’ll help you get out if you uncuff me,” Quinn whispered, scooting closer to Pyrite.
Pyrite barked out a laugh. “Do you really think I need your help?”
Quinn sighed wistfully, looking away from Pyrite. “We’ll see how it plays out, then,”
“Yeah, whatever,”