Darlene was ready to get into an all out question war with John, quite a few still ready on the tip of her tongue to assault him with, and hopefully pull just a little more of the real story that he was hiding underneath all that earlier cocky sureness and now flaring temper. There was something there, and Darlene was a curious girl to a fault sometimes — but weren’t all hackers in some sense? Wasn’t that the fatal flaw of them all? The fact that they lived to dig deeper and uncover more. Darlene just hadn’t hit a point of no return, a trove of secrets that she could come back from.
She’d come dangerously close before, though. Even if she'd actually reached that point, would it have really put a change to her ways? Likely not.
Just as the words started to leave her lips, the front door of the apartment opened completely and Elliot walked in, decked out in his usual garb of all black, with his hood up to shut out the rest of the world that existed and often became too overwhelming for him. Darlene’s head whipped around and she offered her brother what could only be considered a shit-eating grin by every meaning of the phrase — more than proud of herself that she’d once again figured out a way to break through the lock on Elliot’s door. No simple lock mechanism was going to outwit her, not today, at least. Hardware store: 0, Darlene Alderson: 2. “I keep telling you to give me a key. The guy at the hardware store is gonna start asking questions with how many locks you keep buying from them.” Darlene laughed, sounding positively pleased as punch the more that she continued to talk, motioning with her head to John, talking about him as though he wasn’t both actually in the room and only a short distance away from them both.
"And I found your new pet here, by the way. You know you have to feed, water and clothe this one, right? I thought once you got Flipper you were gonna stop picking up random things that you liked off the street?”
Then she remembered what she considered to be the most important detail. “And your milk is bad. Did you buy some more?”
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She’d come dangerously close before, though. Even if she'd actually reached that point, would it have really put a change to her ways? Likely not.
Just as the words started to leave her lips, the front door of the apartment opened completely and Elliot walked in, decked out in his usual garb of all black, with his hood up to shut out the rest of the world that existed and often became too overwhelming for him. Darlene’s head whipped around and she offered her brother what could only be considered a shit-eating grin by every meaning of the phrase — more than proud of herself that she’d once again figured out a way to break through the lock on Elliot’s door. No simple lock mechanism was going to outwit her, not today, at least. Hardware store: 0, Darlene Alderson: 2. “I keep telling you to give me a key. The guy at the hardware store is gonna start asking questions with how many locks you keep buying from them.” Darlene laughed, sounding positively pleased as punch the more that she continued to talk, motioning with her head to John, talking about him as though he wasn’t both actually in the room and only a short distance away from them both.
"And I found your new pet here, by the way. You know you have to feed, water and clothe this one, right? I thought once you got Flipper you were gonna stop picking up random things that you liked off the street?”
Then she remembered what she considered to be the most important detail. “And your milk is bad. Did you buy some more?”