“I guess, but…what if he 𝘤𝘢𝘯, mon amour?” She reaches out, putting a hand on his arm. “What-what if he comes here, kills me and…t-threatens YOU for…harboring a…an escaped fugitive, basically. I-I signed it already…it’s too late.”
Destri shakes her head hopelessly, tears
"i highly doubt he would follow you here. even *i* don't know how to dimension-hop like you do. so no, you don't have to." he crosses his arms, a deep frown in his brow.
in her eyes. She had started to make peace with the arrangement with the other Corbeau, knowing that was the only thing she could do to have any peace with 𝘩𝘪𝘮, but this Corbeau…her poisonous love…now she just felt worse about it, knowing she would be kept away from him for-
“I can’t.” A grim expression crosses her face, wrapping her arms around herself, 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥.
“He…he says he can kill me,” She murmurs faintly, staring down, “and…if-if I don’t do what he says, he will. '𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥'..."
“No, no!” She shakes her head quickly, not wanting him to think that was the case at all.
“Arceus, no. It’s just a matter of the…damage. I- before I met you, I would…go to every dimension and…destroy Lysandre Cafe there. Every single one.”
“…’knowing everything’?” She repeats, looking into his eyes. Her gaze is deep, incredibly vulnerable right now. “D-do you…know?”
She doesn’t think she’s told him exactly what happened to her a year ago, but she also knows that apparently he has a lot more information on her -
"yeah. you do come from a different...dimension, after all." he sighs, putting the lighter in his pocket.
"lysandre helped me when i was younger, but after knowing everything... im still unsure how to feel."
A deep breath before answering. She averts her gaze, “I…got into trouble with another you. He…said I owed…billions in property damage, so he made me sign a 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 to make up for it…”
“It’s ok, it’d be worth it.” She puts her hand on his cheek for a second, before he breaks away to go to the kitchen. Following, she takes a deep breath, smile fading as she remembers the reason she had come to his office in the first place.
“Oh yeah, I uh…I gotta talk to you-“
"i'd feel bad if you got sick, though..." he mirrors her smile, letting her brush away the mask.
"im going to take my medicines, hold on." he sighs as he lets go of her, headed into the kitchen to get himself a glass of water.
That…wasn’t the reaction she was expecting. For some reason, now she feels 𝘣𝘢𝘥?
“No, it’s okay.” Destri shakes her head dismissively, “𝘐'𝘮 sorry. This is obviously a different Mable.” Of course it is, the other one is dead, and hated Corbeau anyway, so she’s DEFINITELY -
"i see." he grabs the lighter, his thumb running across its surface, on the logo. he thought of lysandre for a moment.
"thank you." he brings the lighter to the cigarette on his lips, lighting it and breathing in the smoke.
Destri’s widen in horror, realizing she might’ve fucked up here.
“Wait..s-so you were gonna bring Cain there BECAUSE Corbeau told you to…?”
Her stomach sinks, the idea that she unknowingly ruined her boss’ plans weighing on her like a boulder.
“Fuck-was he WILLING to come?”
Paxton would scoff.
"Yeah, Im the one who told Cain.
But it was Corbeau himself who came to /me/ to get him there.
So dont give me that stalker bullshit."
He scowls back.
"Gee, I'd be mad too if my friend's boss wanted me dæd and didn't tell me."