INBOX ☠ THE CITY

[braidedwonder]

"Yo, this is Duo. Sorry I missed you, but leave a message and I'll get right
back to ya as soon as I finish takin' care of business!"

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[zerofive]

"No," Flat, stark, and purposefully discouraging; but then, he's mostly waiting for Duo to stop wriggling and settle in. There, that's better, "...I'm wondering if there even is anything to find."

Blank book after blank book; if you needed writing materials, or a sketchbook, or just something novel with which to wipe your ass, there was no shortage of beautifully bound and pointless tomes. The relative rarity of these gibberish books made them tantalizing and mysterious.

"It could just be the damn Library of Babel, for all I know."

[braidedwonder]

“Wufei -“ Duo begins in a most disbelieving tone as the 05 pilot immediately begins in the side of there being nothing to find. He’s happy enough to be out here, and all, but the point remains. “- If you want me to curl up with you, you don’t gotta get me out here by talking code breaking.”

He would come out here to snuggle up without any goals set at all, in fact.

Still, at the mention of Bable Duo manages to rouse up a little huff of a laugh. They’ve got to take their ins where they can, right?

“I guess that’s better than pointless gibberish.”

[zerofive]

"I meant I haven't noticed any patterns, not that there aren't any," He says, looking out over the city as if it resembled an enemy more than the sleepy urban sprawl it purported to be. Perhaps that was even true, "That's why I asked you for an opinion."

Not to snuggle, definitely not. Especially not with his hands tight on Duo's shoulder, and the other resolutely wrapped around the tuft-end of his hair, like a lifeline.

"If they at least had something to read here..."

Then he wouldn't be so inclined to obsess over this nothing of a lead. But they don't. It's empty, and boring. Not even ambient radio to listen to; even Wufei has limits to his tolerance for these things.

[braidedwonder]

“Now if I had said that you’d have a fit.” Duo stated it as though he’s insulted that he wouldn’t attempt to throw a verbal jab like calling Wufei out on not being able to find a pattern. It’s his own caution, but here he is pouting about it anyways.

Duo spends a long moment scanning the pages in front of him, brows furrowed a little in thought as he does so. He can spot out small repetitions, on further inspection, but their spacing seems … random.

“It’s … there’s repetitions in here but I don’t see any rhyme or reason for them yet.” A little pause, and then a sigh.

“But the cadence seems random.”