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[everymonstrousthing]

There is shit going on in the city, but the Crow Club stays open. Kaz is of the opinion that there is nothing more valuable in a storm than the perception of a safe harbour. It's quiet, but that doesn't mean it's not worth being open. With his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his gloves still firmly in place, Kaz cleans. He empties the back bar and he cleans. Yes, he could pay someone to do this but, honestly, there's never a job done as well as he would do it himself.

Unless Inej does it. And he won't ask her to clean for him.

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[shok_ebasit_hissra]

Bull's eyebrow slid up. Her? Well, that was interesting. But he supposed, maybe, it wasn't so different than how he'd felt for the Chargers before the Inquisitor shifted something inside him.

"As good a something as any."

[everymonstrousthing]

Kaz registers the look and his chin takes on a defiant tilt, his eyes flat and brown as earth. Let Bull question whether a girl can be worth dying for. Inej is the only thing that's dearer to his heart than profit.

"Better."