ƒ005. mystic pizza... would be good for a slayer

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[The journal opens and a confused voice comes over the pages.]

What is... Kat Jess Sour...ee - Joanna's Bee Ren? [Faith is going through the kitchen in the castle, finding random packages and trying to figure out what they are. She pulls open the fridge and starts to rummage around.]

What about a Ferrari Rocker?

Any of this stuff gonna make me wish I hadn't eaten it?

[Apparently, living off of microwave popcorn and pretzels at the club isn't the best diet. She's starving and she knows the castle kitchen has free food.]

What about Nut Ella? [Thankfully, Faith is only picking out candy and sweet things.]

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[No need to think, Fenris - Faith is very pro-her-own-motivations and so as soon as he doesn't back away she lets her forearm drape over his shoulder, since... height. She's only about a few inches taller than him (possibly at 5'5"), but still, she's not gonna concern herself with that.

Nope. She's gonna concern herself with removing even MORE of his personal space as her index finger moves to tug at the front of his armor, mouth hovering toward his.]

So, just how far down do those tattoos go?

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[He really is ridiculously short.

He has another moment of inner conflict, before he decides, you know what? Whatever. Hawke's made it clear she isn't interested in him and, well, sitting alone and pathetic for the rest of his life doesn't sound all that appetising.

So, instead, his mouth curves into a smirk, one gauntleted hand moving to rest just over her rear, pulling her in closer]

Do you wish to find out?

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[There was something incredibly hot about the way he had worded that. Sure, most of the time the old-world thing got a bit difficult. Words didn't translate, but that sure as hell connected with her. The hand that had draped casually over his shoulder, moved to thread her fingers up into his hair, keeping her mouth right in line for what she was going for.

The finger that had tugged at his armor, slid down the front of it (as best she could considering the lack of space) as she attempted to try and figure out how the hell to start getting that stuff off.]

I want to find out. [Which. she figured was better than just wishing for something, especially in this place.]

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[He'd be lad to know he pleased. Even for his own time, he's always been a bit more...wordy than the others.

There's a couple of straps and buckles to the side, trust Fenris to be complicated when it comes to getting clothes off quickly. Still, he's sure she'll figure it out, she's a smart girl.

His own hands move to slip under her top, the sharp metal of his gauntlets scraping the skin of her back slightly as he captures her lips in a kiss]

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[She'll figure out the straps and buckles, if anything her dexterity will come in handy there.

The sharp edges draw a smirk as they drag against her skin. The thought of the scratches that he could mark across her skin was quite the perk.

Her mouth fits to his with a harder edge to the kiss as she nips, not-so-playfully, at his bottom lip.]

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[This is why rogues are always so much more fun bedpartners. Less fuss in the fiddly parts.

And that suits him just fine, he's more comfortable when there's no gentleness, no thought or feeling to it. After all, he isn't looking for that, what he wants is far more simple.

Alas, though, he will not be getting it tonight. As he returns that kiss with a biting fierceness he's so good at, the castle makes good on his loss...and off he vanishes.

Sorry Faith, no elf for you]