Cracks in the Mask

Chains in Darkness

Harry finishes binding T in the chains before he walks over to his own cuff and snaps it around his foot.

They'd done this a couple of times now, but he still wasn't sure when he would be able to move on to more than one or two manacles at a time.

He looks up at a slight clink, "Heard it."

"Damn it."

Harry sighs before he manipulates his foot behind him, forcing himself to lock pick at a new angle. Just because he couldn't handle being trussed up like T didn't mean he didn't have to challenge himself.

He lets out a sigh as he starts working the tumblers.

"I was thinking..." T breathes out. "What if we blew out the lights? Try to do it in the dark?"

"How that be ah changin' things when we ain'nah even lookin' at the locks now?" Harry furrows his brow as he looks up at T.

"Taking away a sense will still fuck with us."

He frowns before he shrugs, "Next round we can be ah trying it."

T shrugs with a clink before he curses again.

"Heard it." Harry chuckles.

"Got it." T sighs.

They fall into a strangely comfortable silence as they work their lock picks.

By the time he gets out of his one cuff, T was already on his third.

He tosses the lock away with a grimace, "Hey T, I be ah havin' ah question for ya."

"Sup?" T pauses as he looks up at him.

"When were ya gonna be ah tellin' me 'bout yer deal ta be ah gettin' info outta 'em bastards?"

"After Senior gave me the list." T turns back to his ankle cuff.

"Really?" Harry grumbles before he leans back against the wall, "Mate, ya be knowin' I be ah lookin' for them."

"It's not like I know if the goblins have found them yet or not." T frowns. "I've had other shit to do, and I got them working on several projects right now. They're nice, but not always the brightest bunch."

Harry snorts, "So you an' Deez be ah sayin'." He sighs, "Still, it would ah been nice ta be knowin' sooner. I were ah wantin' ah word with them first, but if they be givin' up names-" He trails off. He'd been hoping to give T a crack at someone involved with hurting him, since he'd taken Frollo out of the picture.

T turns to look back up at him. "I wouldn't make the deal until Senior agreed that they would be yours. I know you've been hunting them down, now that ya know..." He shrugs as he looks back down and starts focusing on the cuffs again.

"Ya be ah savin' them-" Harry chuckles darkly, "Saving them for me?"

"You're the one that's been huntin' them down for weeks."

"Yeah. Ta be ah givin' ya somethin' ta hit or be ah yellin' at. Not that I would'nah be takin' me own frustrations out on 'em." He balls his hands into fists before he thumps them against the floor, "Know what I be meanin'?"

"Oh." He makes out T's frown from under his hood. "I didn't- I thought you- Huh." He goes silent. "I just want them dead." He finishes dryly. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I just thought you'd want the list too."

"Ah." He falls silent.

T turns back to his task taking a moment to pop off the third cuff.

"Uma be explainin' yer deals." He eventually states, starting up the conversation again.