Jacobi jumps a bit at the sight of the bees coming out of the vent.
"Jesus Christ, Taylor," he mutters, taking a side step. "Were you spying?"
Jacobi, who never expects privacy from anything he does anymore, sounds more amused than annoyed. "I'm not discussing this with a swarm of bees. There has to be a line on weirdness, and this is where I'm drawing it. Where can we talk?"
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Date: 2021-11-27 01:16 pm (UTC)"Jesus Christ, Taylor," he mutters, taking a side step. "Were you spying?"
Jacobi, who never expects privacy from anything he does anymore, sounds more amused than annoyed. "I'm not discussing this with a swarm of bees. There has to be a line on weirdness, and this is where I'm drawing it. Where can we talk?"