[closed] yeah yeah and I'm alright

[5055034455]

Date & Time: June 29 — July ∞
Location: Around Exsilium
Characters: Saul & TBA
Summary: A catch-all log for Saul's many business etc. meetings throughout the month, because otherwise there would be like a million logs up. Not even an exaggeration. An actual million.
Warnings: Drugs in Jesse's thread, violence in Coby's, sap in Effie's.

[Sometimes, the best way to get over something is to find a suitable distraction.

Since Saul's #1 distraction has always been work, he doesn't see why that can't be the case here as well — he may not technically be practicing law at the moment, but his skill set is undeniably useful. Extremely so. (As far as he's considered, anyway.) He doesn't need his own office or a secretary or a PI or a bodyguard to get plenty of shit done. He's Saul Goodman, for godssakes — what the hell good is he if he's not working?

His hands have been idle for too long, and look at where they've gotten him.

Devil's tools indeed.

So here he is, keeping busy. Training, doing business, drinking more coffee (and alcohol) than he probably should. Whatever works, right? Right.]

Comments

[legal_eagle]

[A scornful sniff.]

They're not going to. I'm not going to die.

[5055034455]

Middle of a war zone in which things like bombings and chemical attacks and the deployment of biological weapons happen almost every month, and you're not going to die. So you can fly and you're immortal? Damn. I was born in the wrong world.

[legal_eagle]

Fuck you.

[There's just a slight edge of heat in her voice.]

I'm not going to die. Understood? I don't die. I'm a coward and proud of it. I run and I hide. I watch my own back. I survive. I don't take stupid chances. It's always been that way and it always will be.

[5055034455]

[He holds his hands up. Fine; okay. He'll back off.]

I hope you're right.

[And he says that like he really, really means it. Because he does.]

[legal_eagle]

[And her anger dissipates. Gruffly:]

Of course I'm right. I'm not wrong. As a rule.

[5055034455]

How hard will it freak you out if I say you occasionally remind me an awful lot of a bright-eyed young lawyer from a humble Midwestern suburb?

[legal_eagle]

[A bit sourly:]

Let me guess. Yourself?

[5055034455]

[He taps her nose.]

Bingo!

[legal_eagle]

[And she nearly jumps back, unexpected as that was, and then reaches up and rubs her nose in confusion. The gesture is a rare moment of genuine cuteness from Sonya.

It's gone pretty quickly.]

That's, um...flattering.

[5055034455]

[Is it flattering, though?

Is it really?

He smiles.]

You ready for more coffee yet?

[legal_eagle]

[Very hastily, very quickly, before there's any possibility of more talk of you-know-who-you-remind-me-of:]

Yesssss.