“Can’t you just kidnap him?” Nelly looked bored with the whole idea. She was never one for restraint, of course, especially if the only reason was social convention.
“I am ashamed to admit that I have considered the possibility.” I kept sipping the same disgusting drink. I felt too lazy to get up for a new one. It was early and I was stuck sitting on my hands while Pike did all the exciting work. I yawned with my hand over my mouth.
Nelly’s false face echoed the yawn before she said, “Well, I don’t believe in shame so–Morgan, what is that infernal beeping?”
from Incognito: the Vertical Street
I’m not being very consistent with my writing. I can make excuses, like, oh, I was having real human interactions with my friend after weeks of solitude. Actually…okay, that might be reasonable. Whatever. Today, Morgan got to have the same chance to talk to a friend. About work, of course, because what else is there? Is it possible that Morgan and I approach our work in some of the same ways? Why, yes, it is. My characters get all my worst habits.