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Post by Tear Grants on Aug 27, 2013 23:07:08 GMT -6
Tear sat on a wide windowsill, her back against the wall and the window itself at her right. She liked the natural light, and just sitting here was nice. She had a book in hand, but didn't care much for it. It was really just to keep her focused while she sat around, waiting to see if she was needed, or if she could just go home.
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Post by Hikaru Corday on Aug 27, 2013 23:20:23 GMT -6
"Hello mademoiselle," Hikaru said thick with accent as he suddenly appeared next to her like some kind of apparition, "May I inquire what is your reading?"
He was dressed in his dazzlingly emerald suit this time around. His gold suit was his favorite, but after that debacle in London it needed a good wash.
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Post by Tear Grants on Aug 27, 2013 23:21:40 GMT -6
She didn't even think. She didn't look at him, she just flicked the book at him with a flick of her wrist.
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Post by Hikaru Corday on Aug 27, 2013 23:27:59 GMT -6
Hikaru didn't appreciate the rudeness, but as his father once told him every man is a hunter and every hunter lives for the hunt.
"Ah, I have not hard of that particular work. Is it any good?"
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Post by Tear Grants on Aug 27, 2013 23:31:54 GMT -6
"No," she said, swinging herself off of the sill and coming to her feet.
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Post by Hikaru Corday on Aug 27, 2013 23:40:10 GMT -6
"That's too bad," he shook his head, "What's wrong with it,may I ask?"
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Post by Tear Grants on Aug 27, 2013 23:40:48 GMT -6
"What's right with it might be a better question," she said.
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Post by Hikaru Corday on Aug 28, 2013 10:49:40 GMT -6
"Very true," he nodded, "Was there anything you actually liked about the book? Surely it can't be all bad."
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Post by Tear Grants on Aug 28, 2013 10:50:59 GMT -6
"Why are you interested?" she questioned, "You're not the type to discuss books."
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Post by Hikaru Corday on Aug 28, 2013 11:03:59 GMT -6
"Oh, you know my type?" he asked amused, "I didn't even believe we have met until the moment, but exuse me for my ignorance if we had."
He made a slight bow, reached for her hand, and kissed it.
"Hikaru Corday of the prestigious Corday Family and Beet Buster of Interpol's Go-Buster Unit, at your service."
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Post by Tear Grants on Aug 28, 2013 11:05:07 GMT -6
"I know you more than I know your type," she told him. She wanted to draw her hand away, but didn't. She gave no further introduction.
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Post by Hikaru Corday on Aug 28, 2013 11:14:50 GMT -6
"Oh, than we have met before then?"
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Post by Tear Grants on Aug 28, 2013 11:15:52 GMT -6
"No," she said, "I'm a psychic." She muttered, "Because of this damn place..."
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Post by Hikaru Corday on Aug 28, 2013 11:21:27 GMT -6
"Huh, psychic?" Hikaru raised a brow, "Like reading tarot cards and all that mumbo?"
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Post by Tear Grants on Aug 28, 2013 11:22:33 GMT -6
"Like an empath, reading emotions and skimming through people's minds," she said.
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