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[demonspawn]

IT'S FACE-SUCKING SATURDAY

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[viced]

Architecture, comic books, math, er. [ He's struggling now. Shit. ]

Good books?


Ah. Flying?

[aggressiveapathy]

Only the last two count. You fail as a human being.

[Contradicted somewhat be the grin. There's no pause as she leans forward across the table, still talking.]

What time is it?

[viced]

Ah. [ He tips his head, listening. ]

One thirty.

[aggressiveapathy]

Cool. I thought so.

[And herp, just like that she leans all the way in, standing up on her end of the table, to press her mouth against his.

somewhere on the other side of the window there may be a camera talking about taking a snapshot]

[viced]

[ Of all the things to happen, this isn't so bad. Well, he doesn't like it, but he can deal with it. He puts up with it, either way, but he makes a 'Mmph--' of protest. O]

[aggressiveapathy]

[April pulls back slightly, not much more than an inch or so yet, tiling her head just enough to hide the slightly annoyed face from being visible outside.]

I don't even get a glass of wine in my face? Really?

[viced]

Why would you? [ He raises a shoulder, like its no big deal. ]

[aggressiveapathy]

You're a concerning person.

[But she's back in her seat, too, with a huff.]

[viced]

What? Why?

[aggressiveapathy]

Guess.

[viced]

I honestly have no idea.

[aggressiveapathy]

[She starts to throw her hands in the air- then remembers the window. Which she takes a moment to turn towards and bear her teeth at.

Then her attention's back on Mitch]

Whatever. Never mind. Enjoy the gossip mags, I guess.

[viced]

[ He watches her look, before giving her a curious glance.]

The fuck's that about?

[aggressiveapathy]

I have no idea what you're talking about.

[Hopefully he ordered that heavy dose of sarcasm with his meal.]

[viced]

[ He's not tipping the waiter for that addition. ]

Of course not.

[aggressiveapathy]

You just kill fun. You a funicide.

[viced]

I don't kill fun!

[aggressiveapathy]

You kill it then use your power to cover the story so no once can complain.

[viced]

Well, if you're that ashamed of your inability to control yourself...

[ He has a wry grin. He isn't killing that story for shit. He'd rather deal with kissing in public than anything else. ]

[aggressiveapathy]

[Her reaction could only be described as a nyah face]

It's a give and take scenario.

[viced]

Uh huh. And I'm giving the gift of my powers for?

[aggressiveapathy]

Wrong scenario.

[viced]

Then what the fuck am I doing in this scenario?

[aggressiveapathy]

Making out.

[duh]

[viced]

Oh no, that was all you!