[Fives is still reeling a bit from suddenly finding that he apparently blinked and missed time on the barge while some other, older, very different version of him was... not here, but essentially in his place on the other barge they're now pulled up to. But he's stolid and blank-faced when he contacts Harry via private message, his helmet off, at least, because aruetiise seem to relate to clones better that way.] We've been paired for the month, where and when would you like to meet to discuss whatever you might need while I'm responsible for you? [He's hoping that by not giving him a choice it will go smoother than it might otherwise.]
[He's not terribly surprised by the reaction, given what he's seen of the man, but it irks him anyway and it takes some effort not to let it show.] My name is Fives, and I'm your temporary warden. Where and when would you like to meet?
Fortunately for Fives, Harry doesn't even know what he looks like - though
it's not like he'd be going out of his way to avoid him if he did.
Therefore, he'll be singularly approachable in the dining hall at mealtimes.
Fives takes the silence for the blow off it is, and starts to keep an eye out for Harry as he walks the halls. When he spots him in the dining hall at lunch he takes the seat across from him, then takes his bucket off and sets it on the table next to his tray, which is mounded with a positively obscene amount of food, much of which is liberally doused in hot sauce.
"And you're no less my responsibility than you were theirs." Though he wonders just what this response means, it's so similar to how Zinzi had reacted. Of course it might just be the bitterness of a felon against his designated jailers. "You've been here that long and not been assigned a permanent warden?"
Fives frowns at that. "... voluntarily?" He can't imagine choosing to leave, not if there's something you want badly enough to be worth coming here in the first place. Not to mention once having accepted the responsibility of an inmate's welfare and redemption.
The frown turns into a scowl. "Then he should have left before accepting a permanent assignment." He has no respect for a man who'll abandon a duty unfinished.
Harry struggles to be as angry about that state of affairs as, perhaps, he
should be. He liked Hornblower, respected him, and he can't exactly blame
him for fucking off back home.
"Yeah, maybe. Still. Lot of water under that bridge, warder."
"The fuck it does, you presumptuous cunt. I'd found plenty of you pricks
unbearable long before Hornblower, and God knows there's been plenty of you
since."
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Date: 2017-06-27 07:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-06-27 07:19 pm (UTC)Who the fuck are you?
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Date: 2017-06-27 07:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-06-27 07:32 pm (UTC)Turns out I'd rather not. Have a nice month, warder.
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Date: 2017-06-27 07:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-06-27 08:23 pm (UTC)Fortunately for Fives, Harry doesn't even know what he looks like - though it's not like he'd be going out of his way to avoid him if he did. Therefore, he'll be singularly approachable in the dining hall at mealtimes.
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Date: 2017-06-27 11:07 pm (UTC)"Harry Starks." He nods a greeting. "I'm Fives."
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Date: 2017-06-28 05:54 am (UTC)Harry gives him a long, assessing stare, then nods.
"Yeah."
He sips his water.
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Date: 2017-06-28 06:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-06-28 06:18 am (UTC)Harry stares at him for a long, tired few moments.
"How many temps have you had?"
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Date: 2017-06-29 08:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-06-29 09:31 am (UTC)"Yeah? Because I've been on this merry-fucking-go-round a dozen times now, and I'm no more your responsibility than I was those twelve other fucks."
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Date: 2017-07-02 03:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-07-02 09:11 am (UTC)Harry just rolls his eyes in answer to the first assertion.
"I had one. He fucked off home."
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Date: 2017-07-02 08:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-07-02 08:52 pm (UTC)Harry shrugs.
"Already had one graduation under his belt. Didn't see fit to hang around."
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Date: 2017-07-02 09:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-07-02 10:10 pm (UTC)Harry struggles to be as angry about that state of affairs as, perhaps, he should be. He liked Hornblower, respected him, and he can't exactly blame him for fucking off back home.
"Yeah, maybe. Still. Lot of water under that bridge, warder."
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Date: 2017-07-03 06:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-07-03 06:39 am (UTC)Harry just looks bewildered.
"When did I so much as imply that, warder?"
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Date: 2017-07-06 05:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-07-06 06:06 am (UTC)"The fuck it does, you presumptuous cunt. I'd found plenty of you pricks unbearable long before Hornblower, and God knows there's been plenty of you since."
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Date: 2017-07-11 11:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-07-12 05:29 am (UTC)"I hate most of you because you make it so fucking easy."