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Post by roflcopterpaul on Oct 21, 2011 12:32:28 GMT 2
Daken glanced at her from the corner of his eyes, but looked back to his own food once he saw that she had grabbed the fork. He saw nothing wrong with it, having expected as much, but was merely curious about the subtle detail. He ate for a little while, and just nodded at her when she thanked him, as his mouth was full. But when she said that she needed to go, he swallowed the last bite and looked over at her.
"Rent? Oh, yeah."
Daken said as he quickly remembered that she actually had her own place before she came here, nodding solemnly to her. He then continued eating as he pondered the situation at hand. When she mentioned it, part of him wanted her to stay there with him. Was that normal? To have all these feelings and what not? Meh, that was normal people mooshy stuff that was not something he felt. He would eat in silence for another minute before an idea kicked in that would allow his pesky, annoying subconscious, that demanded he pretend to enjoy her company, to coexist along with his refusal to openly admit anything that could be considered anything than heartless killer.
"You can do that later. I need you to have that chat asap."
Daken said to her in a serious tone, letting her know that it was a very time sensitive issue and could not wait for her to go pay her rent. However, he then kept eating, and hoped she would know that she could at least finish her food first. Of course, he would inform her if she did not catch that much. |
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Post by viviana on Oct 21, 2011 12:53:29 GMT 2
"Uh, alright."
She was actually fairly surprised by this. She was about to protest, to tell him that she would not take long, but she bit her tongue and kept eating instead. Either he had everything worked out to the very last fine detail, or he was grasping at reasons to keep her there. She was inclined to believe the former, as the latter would only apply should he have something else planned for the two of them. Perhaps some ideas had crossed his ever turning mind when he had seen the way she was dressed?
She put it out of her mind either way, as it was not all that important. She would not speak another word for the duration of the meal, unless he were to speak to her.
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Post by roflcopterpaul on Oct 21, 2011 12:59:31 GMT 2
Daken finished eating of the course of a few more minutes, ensuring every last bite was gone from each of the dishes before he stood up with tray in hand. He saw Salem still eating, so walked past to head to the kitchen and placed the items in the sink. He then turned to face her as he walked back in her direction, his face rather empty of any emotion at the moment.
"I will be waiting for you downstairs whenever you are done eating and get ready. I have to arrange this little meeting."
Daken said with a tone that would let her know that although he wanted her to enjoy the food, he would be waited for her to hurry up and meet him downstairs. It was clear that he was in a rush and had plenty to do, which was to be expected since he had already gone over the plan with her, and she knew how much he planned things out. Of course, her latest comment had made it even more pressuring to ensure he could get everything done in time. He had to track down his father with Salem in tow, and now he had to schedule a rather unorthodox way of convincing her to stay at his place without him having to verbally admit that he wanted her to. He then walked past her and opened the door into the hallway, closing it behind him as he left to make his way toward the elevator. |
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Post by viviana on Oct 21, 2011 13:52:28 GMT 2
Had he asked her to stay, she would have responded with a no. As she had said admitted in the shower, she was quickly becoming attached to him. She had intended to stay in her motel room from that day onward to distance herself from him. In truth, she wanted to remain there with him just as much as he wanted her to. However, she did not want whatever it was that was developing between them to go any farther than she had accidentally allowed it to already. She simply could not willingly let it continue.
She nodded in a silent response to him, ensuring she understood and would be down quickly enough to join him. With that, she watched as he went off to set his plans for the day in motion.
She finished what was left of her meal and neatly placed her dishes in the sink. She was tempted to clean up the kitchen and all that since he had treated her to such a lovely meal, but remembered the rush he had been in to leave. She put the idea out of her mind and set about getting ready to go.
She lined her ash grey hues in black and coated her long lashes in mascara. With her make up brushes, she did a grey and black smokey effect on her lids, tiny flacks of silver glitter made them faintly shimmer. She then painted her thick lips in a bright crimson shade. Her her waist length hair was allowed to hang freely and do whatever it wanted, in this case, the ebony strands curled into loose silken ringlets.
She had no choice but to squeeze into one of the bras she found in the closet. It was the biggest she could find as far as the cup went, and even it was a size too small. It ensured that, whatever she was going to wear today, it would be an overly busty outfit.
She embraced the exposed cleavage rather than hide it, and slipped back into that tightly fitting, three inch too short, black tank top she had put on that morning. With the lower hem pulled up even more by her breasts, the shirt now revealed the bottom of her navel. It's sparkly silver jewelry was now just barely visible. It was a carved barbell today, with ten tiny chains dangling from it's bottom bead, each ending with small red gems. These little chains would be the only sign of the piercing.
She slipped into an equally tight matching pair of black jeans to show off her rear, the pant legs hugged her body all the way to her ankles. Shoes had not been hard for her to find, and she quickly pulled on a pair of black sneakers.
The last addition to her outfit was, by far, the most annoying. She formed the blood mass into a jacket that would resemble red leather. With this jacket, she had given a lot more thought to the details of it than the trench coat earlier, and it had come out to look quite nice. Snatching up her black purse, she swiftly made her way to the elevator to join her companion downstairs.
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