Kian laughed, walking back over to his desk and watching the performance, as that was what it was. He sat down and clapped, showing Tally the appreciation he deserved for this. Still. "Devious. Superb. Very inspired."
And, yeah, he was aware that he'd have to be careful here not to get outed. Whatever though, he might have abandoned a lot of principles and have dubious morals, but this case... He did like the idea of justice prevailing here. "Still. You've got a soft spot for the Irish lad. It's sweet."
He lifted his water bottle to toast him. "Cheers. I like it. Hard to not fall for the Celtic boys, I know."
"He's alright, he's a soft thing. I'm just tired of the world stiffing us. And you know what else? I'm tired of shitty dads winning." So yeah, he had a lot of fun reasons for them. Well, maybe he could make a new career out of some kind of political gay lawyer or something. It wasn't what he wanted and way less work but hell, he could make a good fucking show of it.
"If they ask, I made you do it. You can save your skin." He still had a career. Tally did not. He was just playing teacher until he could be dismissed.
"It's fine. Who knows, times are changing. All those closeted assholes I've been fucking might be proud faggots one day yet." He shrugged and finally finished off his lunch, packing it away. "I'll head over to the station then. See what cop I have to handle how."
There were so many different shades of homophobia he could get, it was kind of exciting. "See what kind of jury we could get. Holden's educated, anyone elitist might be swayed by that, plus they all fancy themselves liberal. Anyway, I think he's straight women handsome, might score us some points. Non-threatening handsomeness."
"Good luck with the cops." Tally huffed out a laugh and started lighting up, wondering if he was committing career suicide or just making a wise step towards screwing those assholes over. "Bring me back something nice from the cop den."
With a smirk, he exhaled smoke. "Non-threatening handsome? Someone has a crusssssh." Tally sang playfully as he waved his hand in dismissal. "Fuck off and get out of the clouds. Ponce."
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And, yeah, he was aware that he'd have to be careful here not to get outed. Whatever though, he might have abandoned a lot of principles and have dubious morals, but this case... He did like the idea of justice prevailing here. "Still. You've got a soft spot for the Irish lad. It's sweet."
He lifted his water bottle to toast him. "Cheers. I like it. Hard to not fall for the Celtic boys, I know."
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"If they ask, I made you do it. You can save your skin." He still had a career. Tally did not. He was just playing teacher until he could be dismissed.
"I won't dob you in, kid."
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There were so many different shades of homophobia he could get, it was kind of exciting. "See what kind of jury we could get. Holden's educated, anyone elitist might be swayed by that, plus they all fancy themselves liberal. Anyway, I think he's straight women handsome, might score us some points. Non-threatening handsomeness."
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With a smirk, he exhaled smoke. "Non-threatening handsome? Someone has a crusssssh." Tally sang playfully as he waved his hand in dismissal. "Fuck off and get out of the clouds. Ponce."