the party don't start till I walk in

[lunaphase.livejournal.com]

[Sitting rather comfortably in the Heartless Cafe, she's quietly reading a magazine from who knows where she found it, a cup of tea resting on the table beside her and perching the magazine in her lap with her legs crossed. Moves one hand and continues reading, quietly sips her tea.

Having made it herself, she knows it isn't laced with anything.]

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[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

[We'll just say this delightful recluse is over here, giving his own cup of tea a very scrutinizing look, because he. Doesn't trust tea anymore. Even when he makes it himself, because the DR is a fickle mistress.

He may also be muttering to himself. About tea.]

[lunaphase.livejournal.com]

[Her ears are sharp enough to catch that muttering, and speaks without looking away from the magazine she's reading.] If you made it, you shouldn't have to worry.

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

[He looks over at her, still unconvinced.] You're certain?

[lunaphase.livejournal.com]

Yes. [As if to make a point, picks up her tea and sips it.]

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

Mm. [Cautiously sips tea, it is Normal.]

Certainly a relief.

[lunaphase.livejournal.com]

I assume you had trouble in the past with tea. [No, she still hasn't looked up from the article she's reading, but moves to set her cup aside after another drink.]

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

[Doesn't really mind that she hasn't looked up. Whatever, common social practices.]

Yes. Unpleasant amounts. I haven't been near tea since until- well, now.

[lunaphase.livejournal.com]

... That sounds like my own situation, though I've decided it was a poor choice to allow someone else to give me tea in the first place.

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

...Was your companion's brilliant plan to continue to try teas to see if one of them was the antidote? [this face.]

[lunaphase.livejournal.com]

... [Now she looks up and over to him with this expression.] It sounds as though we know the same person.

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

[Eyebrow raise.] Or a duplicate, at the very least.

[lunaphase.livejournal.com]

Wears a red muffler. [Most to the point key description ever.]

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

[Somehow it is.] Indeed.

[willpossess.livejournal.com]

[lunaphase.livejournal.com]

[That only caught her attention enough to flick her eyes away from the text in her hand, but she's seen a few duplicates that this isn't that odd for her. Looks back down to the magazine and picks up her tea to take another drink.]

[willpossess.livejournal.com]

[lunaphase.livejournal.com]

[The moment there was a presence behind her, she snapped the magazine shut but didn't turn her head.] May I help you with something? [Her tone was rather cold.]

[willpossess.livejournal.com]

You smell pretty decent, for a mutt. Though that may be just my stomach craving whatever it can get. Kihihihi~

[lunaphase.livejournal.com]

... I insist that you find something else to do. [She ignored that first remark, disliking the sound of the second by far.]

[willpossess.livejournal.com]

Hey, heeey, no worries! You're not quite to my tastes. That horrible tendency to fade is veeeery inconvenient, you know? It is, it is!

[lunaphase.livejournal.com]

[That drum of claws was rather annoying, but she had a feeling that's all this.. being was interested in, so, she simply began ignoring the words with a soft grunt.]

[willpossess.livejournal.com]

[lunaphase.livejournal.com]

[After one more drum of those sharp claws, snaps her hand up and catches that hand in a crushing grip, removing it from the top of her head.]

[willpossess.livejournal.com]

KIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI~!!

[lunaphase.livejournal.com]

[Without wasting a moment, summons her claymore in that hand and swipes through that darkness. She's not quite unnerved, but she's unfortunately not sure what to do with this.]