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aubrey - folklore oc - ota

[ofthefolk]

3. You know exactly what the word is going to be.

[mightcareless]

Victor sinks into one of the couches, long legs sprawled before him, arms spread over the back of the sofa like a great winged bird. Victor has his head tipped back, eyes half shut, a smile soft and content. He's in a good mood, not quite an unheard of thing. You could say he was being a bit puckish if the term could be excused. All he needs, really, is a Victim.

i may have an idea.

[ofthefolk]

And, as if Fate has decided to drop an early Christmas present into his lap, here comes a suitable Victim. Completely oblivious of what he's walking into.

Re: i may have an idea.

[mightcareless]

And a Happy New Year at that. He watches the fae enter the room and suddenly he's quite delighted that he's in the middle of the couch. Sure, there's a second one but he's on the most comfortable. "Well, it looks like you finally caught canary, Aubrey."

[ofthefolk]

He pauses, turns to look at Victor. There's a brief flicker of confusion before his expression resolves into something more like his usual mask of bland amusement.

"Have I indeed?"

[mightcareless]

"I'm not allowed to point out you look ridiculously pleased? Or perhaps I'm misreading you? It wouldn't be the first time." And Victor looks quite... pleasant, one could say. He's recently had a haircut so his hair isn't quite so shaggy.

[ofthefolk]

"I look like I always look." So, ridiculously pleased probably fits as well as anything else.

"What's gotten into you today? You seem --" he waves, "--different."

[mightcareless]

"Perhaps I discovered a stash of chocolate or fine quality tobacco. Ever thought of that?" His head tilts, lips quirk in an amused smile.

[ofthefolk]

"Have you?" More importantly, if he had, would he have been able to keep it under-wraps? "It must be quite the stash, to have you so...cheerful."

formatting switch :|

[mightcareless]

I have. Or perhaps I could be in a good mood. Sometimes the body chemistry can be just as generous as it is cruel. Come, sit, I promise not to bite.

I see nothing. <<

[ofthefolk]

[ Oh, Victor.

Victor.

He knows that you're up to something and yet he is far too curious to actually care. Which is why he takes up position to Victor's left, leaning back and making himself as comfortable as the space would allow. ]

/jedi mind trick

[mightcareless]

[An arm wraps comfortably around Aubrey, the expression pleased but so mild.] I promise, I'm just in an excellent mood. Watch, two hours tops, I shall be bitching about Agent Oren's latest gossip. Watch.

@_@

[ofthefolk]

I'll try to contain my disappointment.

[ He leans into the embrace, a companionable silence settling between them. Comfortable. ]

What exactly is the latest gossip? Or am I better off not knowing?

This is not the mun you were seeking. :|

[mightcareless]

[He closes his eyes, a small smile. Even if his 'trick' doesn't come into play, he'll be all right with this.]

Oh, Fiscal department. Rumors of high tempers and hot blood, the usual.

[He opens one eye to study the fae.]

Of course there might be one or two drops of gossip pertaining to us. Maybe.

[ofthefolk]

Is that so?

[ They'd managed to keep it fairly civil at work - or tried to, at least. ]

Do tell.

[mightcareless]

Well, they have been talking about that little closet on the 2nd basement floor. Though, it really is quite useful little space, don't you agree?