A/n: little bit of a gore and description of torture warning for this one bois *wiggle dances*
Cloaked teleported them and Schlatt to a rooftop closer to where they needed to be, fully ready to chew the ram out before they were interrupted.
"You owe me a new fucking chair." Schlatt grunted, taking a minute to steady himself, not used to being teleported.
"I- what?"
"You owe me a new chair," Schlatt re-stated, dusting himself off. "I had to break the one I brought while I was waiting for you to show up on one of those little shits."
The Cloaked just stared at the man, blue eyes glaring daggers at him from behind the veil of void seemingly attached to the hood of the figure's cloak.
"I- fine, I'll get you a new fucking chair. But I told you I needed help with catching her, and you never showed up!" Cloaked snapped, fists clenched tightly.
"Did you forget the part where you told me to stay put like some fucking dog?" Schlatt retorted with a scowl, crossing his arms as he looked at the figure.
"Well if you would just check your fucking texts for once-"
"I don't have your number saved! And every time I do I get another text from you with a different number!"
"That's the fucking point you idiot!" Cloaked growled, silver strings flickering in and out of existence as they pinched the bridge of their nose.
"Gods- look, I don't fucking care anymore. I already got her, I just need your help getting the information."
"What information?" Schlatt asks as he brings a hand up to fix his hair, earning a quiet chuckle in response from Cloaked.
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