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[thirdturk.livejournal.com]

...it's over now.

[Ah, the blessings of being able to shut your mouth. If you wanted to find him, he's out on the town, looking for...things. Strategic locations. He stops at a bench after awhile, journal open beside him. There's some thinking noises for a second, and...]

[Excella]
Haven't heard from you in awhile.

[/Excella]

[Now he'll just sit there for a bit, thinking things over.]

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Excella

[thirdturk.livejournal.com]

[Wouldn't change much for him. Being at the beck and call of slightly nutty people? Biiig surprise.]

Mm. [He should...make a gesture of goodwill, though.] Anything you need?

Rude

[excellant.livejournal.com]

Dinner.

Excella

[thirdturk.livejournal.com]

[...booty call?]

Tonight? [It's already...pretty late, actually. She means now?]

[excellant.livejournal.com]

[ ... possibly. ]

Is that a no?

[thirdturk.livejournal.com]

[...brb rubbing it in Leon's face. Somewhat long silence as he turns things over in his head.]

I'm in town. You're in your room?

[excellant.livejournal.com]

Oh good. You won't mind bringing something back here for me to eat, then?

[thirdturk.livejournal.com]

...

[New job: delivery boy. Oh, how the lackey have fallen.]

What would you like?

lkdsmf;l i fail. THIS WHOLE CONVERSATION IN A FILTER?!

[excellant.livejournal.com]

Whatever is easiest.

FOREVER?

[thirdturk.livejournal.com]

Right. Be there soon.

[And sure enough! Have something fancy and Italian, all bagged up for her with a Rude in tow. Knock knock~]

You know me so well. ♥

[excellant.livejournal.com]

[ Opens up the door. She's in something... sleek and sexy, idk. Seems like that would be something she'd wear to sleep in. ]

If I would have known you'd be so quick to fetch me food I would have asked before. [ Grins, closing the door behind him. ]

[thirdturk.livejournal.com]

[...okay now he remembers why he takes this crap. Gaia-damn, she is hot.]

Now you know. [Enters! The way he says 'Italian' suggests that it's a foreign thing, but hey, the guy had said it was from Earth.] Italian's alright?

[excellant.livejournal.com]

[ Oh, right. Food. Takes a glance at it then looks back at him, tilting her head. ]

Perfect.

[thirdturk.livejournal.com]

[The briefest upturn of the lips and he starts unpacking it, setting it out for her. May as well go all the way, if he's gonna do it...even if he's guessing that it may have been a pretense.]

[excellant.livejournal.com]

[ Watches him, leaning against the table he's laying it all out on. ]

So tell me, Rude. How have you been keeping yourself busy?

[thirdturk.livejournal.com]

[...possibly checking her out in the periphery.]

Working. I bartend at the Death Match as well.

[excellant.livejournal.com]

[ ... will definitely take note of his bar tending job. ]

Oh? You remain a busy man.

[thirdturk.livejournal.com]

[You'd like it there, Excella. It's very grungy and low-class. He gives a bit of an indifferent shrug, shifting back; your meal is ready, mistress ma'am.]

Better than sitting around.

[excellant.livejournal.com]

[ Sits down now, beginning to eat some of the food in front of her. ]

Would you join me?

[thirdturk.livejournal.com]

Of course.

[Hence why he got enough for two. He takes a seat opposite her, gettin' out his own food.]

[excellant.livejournal.com]

[ You only get a grin of approval. Takes a bite. ]

Word around the castle is you're quite popular with the ladies. [ Head tilt. ]

[thirdturk.livejournal.com]

[Stops chewing, swallows. This seems like a trap.]

Yes?

[excellant.livejournal.com]

[ Pats her mouth gently with a napkin. ]

Do not feel threatened, it was merely a question out of my own curiosity.

[thirdturk.livejournal.com]

Ah. [Yeah, still thinking it's a trap.] I am, yeah.

[The tone is clearly saying that shit, he doesn't get it either.]

[excellant.livejournal.com]

[ She can sense his caution; this makes her laugh a little. ]

I underestimated you.

[thirdturk.livejournal.com]

[Glad one of us is enjoying themselves.]

Why do you ask?