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[misunderstanding]

[ it's maybe ten PM at the latest, and most bars in NYC are barely just starting to get crowded - but, in ryo's defense, he doesn't typically spend a lot of time in that scene.

so he'll text, which is maybe slightly anachronistic, but shhh. ]

Hey

[ which is maybe the only text he's ever sent without punctuation, but hey, cut him some slack here. he's trying Really Hard. ]

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[baddestcop]

Nah. Just Drake might be mad at you because you lost him a bet.

[It's true enough. Drake's grumbling could be heard even over JJ's whimpering and Ted's smugness was silent, but obvious.]

[misunderstanding]

I'm transferring districts.

[ it's not a legitimate or earnest complaint, but just one born of pure embarrassment as he sinks a little further into his seat. ]

People need to learn to mind their own business...

[ but he's keeping an eye on dee now, for once. things had felt - dire, almost. like they were building to a conclusion, one way or another. for a few minutes there, he'd been consumed with the actual worry that he was going to lose dee for good.

he shakes his head after another few moments, standing up. ]

I'm gonna take a half-day. I'll see you after work?

[ it's not like he isn't swimming in sick and vacation time at this point, and he's got a hell of a hangover to nurse into submission before their date that evening. ]