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Who: Max and Oliver
What: Apologies.
When: A few days after this. ie: July 7th
Where: On the way back from the Dead Zone. A bit away from the castle.
Note: Epically back-dated, because of epic back-tags getting finished.
Max: [so ... there were some apologies she had to make and Oliver was one of them. It was after her shift at work -- a double to make up for the ones she missed while she was dealing with her ... issues. She heads down to the lobby, makes a break for the Terrere Tower to head upstairs to his room, and just keeping enough of an eye out to avoid bumping into people]
Oliver: [Things had been a bit hectic and he knew with Wesley being pre-occupied with his own projects or whatever was going on with him, Oliver knew he had to handle a few more things at the range. He didn't mind, in fact he knew that Zoe was more than capable of taking charge, but he still felt like he gave the range the short end of the stick pretty often. He was heading down there when he ran, nearly ran into, Max on the stairwell.] Whoa. Easy there. What were you doing, taking them four at a time?
Max: [head snaps up when he stops in front of her with a bit of a startled cat look, before shaking it off with a shrug] I'm really fast.
Oliver: I noticed. You've been on fast-forward a bit recently. [eyebrow raise]
Max: Yeah. I actually kinda need to talk to you about that.
Oliver: Oh? [smirks]
Max: I'm ... sorry for ... molesting you the other day. That wasn't me, it was ... one of the quirks of being a genetically engineered supersoldier with feline DNA.
Oliver: [the smirk fades, but he nods, folding his arms across his chest] No, it's fine. Trust me, the molesting wasn't the issue... the issue was that I wasn't sure what the situation was. Loss or head trauma... [he's teasing]
Max: [a soft laugh, before shaking her head] Not a loss. Just ... trying to ensure the survival of my species. Hormones, not magic. [a beat] And thanks for not ... taking advantage or something. A lot of guys don't think so much with their heads. [and ... now can you see the start of her issues?] Not that I can blame them, but ... [shrugs]
Oliver: [he frowns] Well, on behalf of the male species, you are pretty hard to resist, but I think a lot of us, at least those that know you, would've realized something was up and hopefully they'd let you down gently.
Max: Yeah. [a beat] I ... didn't do too much damage when I shoved you over the bike, did I?
Oliver: [he smirks, shaking his head as he leans against the railing] Nah, I was fine. My ego's a bit bruised now, but I'll survive.
Max: [laughs as she shakes her head] Well, hey, don't take it too personally. I don't molest just anybody. [she's trying to make you feel better, Ollie. She's not going to mention that one time with Normal.]
Oliver: Well, that helps. A little. [his head tips to the side, glancing at her again] You're fine now, though, right?
Max: [nods] Yeah, I'm okay.
Oliver: I don't have to carry around mace or anything? [more teasing]
Max: [small smile] I think you'll be safe in the future.
Oliver: Alright... I'll take your word for it.
Max: [nods again before sliding her hands into her pockets, and popping a shoulder] Anyway. Just wanted to make sure I didn't do major damage.
Oliver: Nope. No major damage of any kind. [he glances at her, smirking once more] For the record, you are a good kisser.
Max: [and pastes on a bit of her ego as she starts to back down the stairs] Was that ever a doubt?
Oliver: [calls out after her, clearly slower on the stairs] Also, good hands. Very grabby.
Max: [glances back] Just be glad they weren't punching you in the face. [And they're back to their old banter?]
Oliver: Oh, my face is very glad for that. [yes, indeed!]
Max: Good.
Oliver: [he'll just smile and watch her move down the rest of the stairs and when he gets to the landing, he'll head outside to the shooting range]
Max: [and she'll head back to her own room to hang out with her cat]
What: Apologies.
When: A few days after this. ie: July 7th
Where: On the way back from the Dead Zone. A bit away from the castle.
Note: Epically back-dated, because of epic back-tags getting finished.
Max: [so ... there were some apologies she had to make and Oliver was one of them. It was after her shift at work -- a double to make up for the ones she missed while she was dealing with her ... issues. She heads down to the lobby, makes a break for the Terrere Tower to head upstairs to his room, and just keeping enough of an eye out to avoid bumping into people]
Oliver: [Things had been a bit hectic and he knew with Wesley being pre-occupied with his own projects or whatever was going on with him, Oliver knew he had to handle a few more things at the range. He didn't mind, in fact he knew that Zoe was more than capable of taking charge, but he still felt like he gave the range the short end of the stick pretty often. He was heading down there when he ran, nearly ran into, Max on the stairwell.] Whoa. Easy there. What were you doing, taking them four at a time?
Max: [head snaps up when he stops in front of her with a bit of a startled cat look, before shaking it off with a shrug] I'm really fast.
Oliver: I noticed. You've been on fast-forward a bit recently. [eyebrow raise]
Max: Yeah. I actually kinda need to talk to you about that.
Oliver: Oh? [smirks]
Max: I'm ... sorry for ... molesting you the other day. That wasn't me, it was ... one of the quirks of being a genetically engineered supersoldier with feline DNA.
Oliver: [the smirk fades, but he nods, folding his arms across his chest] No, it's fine. Trust me, the molesting wasn't the issue... the issue was that I wasn't sure what the situation was. Loss or head trauma... [he's teasing]
Max: [a soft laugh, before shaking her head] Not a loss. Just ... trying to ensure the survival of my species. Hormones, not magic. [a beat] And thanks for not ... taking advantage or something. A lot of guys don't think so much with their heads. [and ... now can you see the start of her issues?] Not that I can blame them, but ... [shrugs]
Oliver: [he frowns] Well, on behalf of the male species, you are pretty hard to resist, but I think a lot of us, at least those that know you, would've realized something was up and hopefully they'd let you down gently.
Max: Yeah. [a beat] I ... didn't do too much damage when I shoved you over the bike, did I?
Oliver: [he smirks, shaking his head as he leans against the railing] Nah, I was fine. My ego's a bit bruised now, but I'll survive.
Max: [laughs as she shakes her head] Well, hey, don't take it too personally. I don't molest just anybody. [she's trying to make you feel better, Ollie. She's not going to mention that one time with Normal.]
Oliver: Well, that helps. A little. [his head tips to the side, glancing at her again] You're fine now, though, right?
Max: [nods] Yeah, I'm okay.
Oliver: I don't have to carry around mace or anything? [more teasing]
Max: [small smile] I think you'll be safe in the future.
Oliver: Alright... I'll take your word for it.
Max: [nods again before sliding her hands into her pockets, and popping a shoulder] Anyway. Just wanted to make sure I didn't do major damage.
Oliver: Nope. No major damage of any kind. [he glances at her, smirking once more] For the record, you are a good kisser.
Max: [and pastes on a bit of her ego as she starts to back down the stairs] Was that ever a doubt?
Oliver: [calls out after her, clearly slower on the stairs] Also, good hands. Very grabby.
Max: [glances back] Just be glad they weren't punching you in the face. [And they're back to their old banter?]
Oliver: Oh, my face is very glad for that. [yes, indeed!]
Max: Good.
Oliver: [he'll just smile and watch her move down the rest of the stairs and when he gets to the landing, he'll head outside to the shooting range]
Max: [and she'll head back to her own room to hang out with her cat]