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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Dec 30, 2012 17:13:36 GMT -5
A little bit of both, Avi admits softly. Then shakes their white covered head, carefully pouring another glass before downing it.
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Post by Kenji Setou on Dec 30, 2012 17:32:55 GMT -5
Kenji thinks about her response for a moment and reaches into his pocket to pull out a cell phone. He looked at it with disgust for a moment, remembering that he hates phones, but sadly he needs them. He starts to dial a number on the phone and puts it to his ear.
"Yo. Would you mind doing me a favor? I know, I know, it's just a small favor I need you to do. Can you go downstairs and get those for me? I kinda need it right now. Yeah, thanks. Alright, see you in a sec. I'm near the training area."
He calmly hangs up the phone and puts it back in his pocket. He takes another drink and chooses to down it.
"Alright Avidity, just give me a sec. I think I got something that will help."
In a few moments a falcon flies over carrying a picnic basket, and calmly gives it to Kenji before circling around him.
"Oh, hi Shade. He sent you to deliver instead? Sorry for having to wake you up. I promise to give you a bit more food today than usual as a reward. You can go on back now."
The bird looks at Kenji and flies away. Kenji looks back at Avidity and gives her the basket.
"Take it, inside is a bottle of one of my older wines and a bottle of whiskey. Consider it a gift in celebration of your day off. Drink them whenever you want, but the bottles are big, so don't expect to be able to down either of them by yourself in a day."
Rather than making any specific face, he nonchalantly sits down and begin to drink another glass.
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Jan 1, 2013 11:49:33 GMT -5
Avi blinks at the gift and then nods.
Thank you.
They sigh and shake their head, taking the offered basket with a soft smile.
And trust me... I won't.
Sigh.
I need a level head most of the time... Emotions and attachments aren't allowed in my profession no matter how much I want them...
Pastel eyes are shadowed as they look away, head turning. Their voice lowers and becomes a bit more feminine... It sounds far away, lost almost, and lonely, "That was a stupid move, Chanelle."
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Post by Kenji Setou on Jan 11, 2013 23:24:11 GMT -5
He blinks a few times as he looks at Avi before he begins to drink again. Slowly after downing his drink he takes a moment to think before nonchalantly saying,
"Well, last time I checked, that only applies to when you are in work. Right now, you are more than a mile away from anyone who may work with you. Also, I'd have to say that since I have been drinking for quite a while, I doubt I'd remember anything you said at all. Besides, what you choose to do with your emotions on your free time is on you. Express what you want to, nobody can hear you after all."
He looks at Avi from the corner of his eye and takes another small shot before putting the glass down.
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Jan 11, 2013 23:30:00 GMT -5
She, for the time being it is a she, slumps a bit. Her eyes close against the thoughts threatening to consume her. But she just smiles and tilts her head in the direction of Kenji, her pastel green eyes opening slightly as she regards him, "You are... Different... Almost as if you are more of a man than any other man I have known..." Her sigh comes from the bottom on her lungs, the light chuckle following it is just that... Light and almost carefree. "Its not a wonder the deerling cares so much for you, its... pleasing."
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Post by Kenji Setou on Jan 11, 2013 23:47:14 GMT -5
He nods at her. The way she spoke alerted him that they knew some of the same people. Namely, Her .
"You don't want to compare her to a deer. Not with her personality. You ask me she's more like a panther cub, waiting for her prey to come into sight, only to jump on them and nibble without much harm being done. In other words, she's a lot less ferocious than she seems. However.....give her some time and she'll become a hunter of her own standards, hilarious as that sounds."
He pauses for a moment, as if to consider and organize his next few thoughts. Then he opens his mouth again and speaks with a light voice.
"As for me being a man....I'm pretty sure we have different concepts of what being a man is. I've proven to myself on more than one occasion that I have some work to do....but that comes after the fighting....after I have set things right. Until then....I need my naivete. On the bright side, I can say with much confidence that many men you have known must have fucked up pretty badly to get you to say that a stranger is more of a man than them, especially with that stranger being me."
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