some crazy bastard wants to hit me

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WHO: Kitty and Mandrake
WHAT: Bickering
WHEN: Whenever
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: Teenagers

"I need to talk to you."

Mandrake should count himself lucky, really, that she offers that much of a greeting. She's half tempted just to slug him in the jaw by way of a hello. He'd deserve it. But he's been civil enough, and she's trying to be decent, and so she decides against the ruder start to the conversation. Barely.

She's caught up to him in the Gallows. She often endeavors to know where he is and what he's doing in the fortress - though apparently, this knowledge was quite insufficient. Apparently, she needs to force her way into his room. Because, apparently, he cannot remained unsupervised.

Her manner is disapproving, fierce, when she demands, "Have you been summoning spirits here?"

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[cyclic]

To be completely, objectively fair, Kitty Jones has been tried for crimes as much as he has — he's been a few disasters shy of the courtroom more than once, and there's no question the accusations against him would've ended in treason and death.

All false accusations, obviously. Also, completely Bartimaeus's fault.

But she doesn't know that. She doesn't know he hadn't committed to arresting her when he set out for the Frog, either. Indecision he should be rethinking now, probably, but this is still — he doesn't hate speaking to her, honestly. Even if it is unwieldy.

"My own protection, you mean. I'd hardly call that ambitious."

... although given his luck, it probably qualifies. He tempers his own voice just to strike a contrast against her flustered one, stepping idly back to the desk and running a hand over one of the books — still very generic, though this one's about magic and undoubtedly biased. The gesture is very villain chic.

"I will," he continues, and the combative and even the snide edge has drained entirely from his voice, leaving a pensive deliberation behind. There's a pause, like he's still thinking through it. "Be summoning him only when it's imperative, going forward."

He doesn't elaborate. He means absolutely crucial, life or death; if he needs to speak to Bartimaeus, he'll have to resort to the indignity of finding him. Telling her this much already feels like a compromise. He certainly won't be admitting that. He looks up, catching her gaze, and a bit of that superiority (defensiveness) slips through.

"A decision I made several days ago, by the way. Your bullying's inconsequential."

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"Bullying?" The word is so incongruous, so absurd, that she nearly laughs through her rage. Bullying. Her. Bullying him. The boy who came to her house and threatened her life and all the while sneered about how grand his stupid tight pants and stupid greasy hair made him look. "I'm not entirely sure," she says, voice wavering (from anger? from hysterical laughter?), "how one would go about bullying someone like you, Mr Mandrake. I don't believe there is a single thing anyone can do to work much as put a dent in your - arrogance, your - "

His complicity in all these wicked things. She digs her fingers into her hands so hard the fingernails feel as though they might break skin. Somehow she doesn't slap him, or punch him, or throttle him. Somehow she takes a breath, and forces herself to be level and calm when she says, "Given your previous record of doing things only when you deem them necessary, I don't much trust your judgment. Given that you were able to justify kidnapping a perfectly innocent boy and threatening his life and then breaking your word and sending him off to be tortured. I think there is nothing in the world you couldn't justify as necessary."