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raith_wraith

not one of her best ideas [for astrid]

Jun 16, 2009 21:39

continuing from here

Thomas hadn't spent a lot of time of late in that fancy apartment he'd gotten for himself but it certainly hadn't crossed his mind to get rid of the place. Even if it had a faint air of not-being-lived-in, it was still his, his own. Besides, it'd always had that air, even when he was in it every night ( Read more... )

astrid, present

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blackstonerises June 17 2009, 01:50:18 UTC

Astrid looked around, of course, as most people probably did when he brought them back to an apartment that was a good lesson in conspicuous but tasteful consumption. No, it did not look lived in. Yes, it did look like the sort of apartment that a rich playboy might take someone back to for the evening. She wondered, with some amusement, what he thought she did for a living.

Or he could be gay and attempting to cover it up. Or he could genuinely be the suspicious and paranoid type and not date much at all. Or there were any number of possibilities, Astrid, and you should not lock yourself into some preconception or another.

"It's nice," she said aloud.

raith_wraith June 17 2009, 02:02:06 UTC

He thought she asked annoying questions is what he thought she did for a living. But he wouldn't say that. Probably.

Either way, he leads her further in, his fingers cool on her elbow as he shows her to a seat. "Something to drink?" Elbow because he wasn't pushing, yet, not really. Still feeling her out, seeing how much it'd take, how she'd react to even that small touch.

blackstonerises June 17 2009, 02:06:59 UTC

Interesting. A guiding touch, which meant he was either very slightly misogynistic or raised to be a gentleman or both. More likely raised to be a gentleman, given the setting of the apartment.

"Please," she says, because she's curious if he'll offer alcohol or something more mild. She's a little curious what he thinks will happen tonight.

raith_wraith June 17 2009, 02:17:50 UTC

What the hell does he have to drink, anyway? Thomas makes a face at his kitchen as he turns toward it.

Not much, if he remembers rightly.

His tone is wry and self-deprecating as he opens the refrigerator. "I think...mmmmyes, the choice is beer or water." He was pretty certain the orange juice wasn't even worth opening. At least he manages a far too adorable-puppy smile, "knew I forgot something..."

At least she's locked in an apartment with a strange man who can poke fun at himself.

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