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kodachi2014-06-08 07:28 pm
shinsengumi) wrote in kodachi2014-06-08 07:28 pmREAL WORLD, REAL LIFE
Maybe you're famous. Maybe you're a slum.
shinsengumi) wrote in kodachi2014-06-08 07:28 pm
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[And what a lovely day it is. Olivia's booked a secluded corner table in an exclusive restaurant, framed by beautiful floor-to-ceiling windows and a sweeping view of the city. She sips the tall glass of sparkling blackberry lemonade—far too early in the day for anything more risqué—and places her sunglasses on the napkin between them.]
And you're sure he won't be too late? We're very busy people, you know.
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Kristopher settles himself as he speaks, placing his phone on the table surface in preparation for the inevitable messages from Irving. Between them they usually have Drael under control and... well, that's the question at hand, isn't it?]
I won't promise anything! But he's usually on time. Or mostly on time. Never embarrassingly late, anyway.
Of course I had the good sense not to tell him you'd be here. You really did make an impression on him, you know.
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I hope he won't be so upset, though. You're happy with him, aren't you? I'd hate to cause any trouble.
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[Kris keeps his tone light, musical and teasing, all the better to hide the slight blush that still manages to rise at Olivia's words. Certainly the nature of his and Drael's relationship is no secret to her, and most certainly he has indeed confided in her the happiness he's experienced since becoming Drael's personal... whatever-he-is-to-Drael. But it's a bit difficult to admit that happiness when he knows he'll be face-to-face with the man in question in just a matter of minutes. Those are conversations they haven't had, perhaps won't have. What, then, would be the sense in thinking about them now. ... And just how did she get him thinking about this in the first place!
Kris waves for attention, settling for a cocktail of the non-alcoholic variety, before finally focusing himself on Olivia's more pertinent dilemma.]
If he's too upset by you being here, then I'll just have to scold him. I won't stand for it. It is a known fact, Olivia, that any man who can't appreciate you is a man not worth knowing.
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[Olivia drawls out her last sentence, idly stirring her drink as she smiles across the table. It's lovely to see Kristopher happy, even if he won't share the details just yet. Well, details—she knows enough of those. Now's hardly the time to get into thorough conversations, when a certain someone is sauntering through the door.]
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Well, there isn't time to think about it. His phone buzzes in his pocket and he ignores it, striding across the room to take his seat next to Kris. He nods to them both, his voice gruff.] Hi.
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Kristopher smiles brightly, though, a welcome that hopefully hides the second meaning behind his taking Drael's hand beneath his own.]
I'm sorry, Drael, I think I forgot to mention. Olivia's the one who got us this reservation. Wasn't that kind of her!
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Seems they like you.
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[Kevlahn slides into place next to Shai; despite her words, her face is flushed with pride and pleasure. She reclaims her own mug of coffee, dark and sweet, and laughs softly in Shai's ear.]
I'm glad you're here. My set tonight went well because of you. It's been too long since I visited.
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[Words that might seem stern to the untrained ear. Kevlahn knows better, though, and can surely hear the undisguised pleasure in Shai's tone. She's missed this as well.]
How long do you plan to stay this time?
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It's been several hours now and he hasn't finished reading and note-taking Rousseau, to say nothing of other readings he has due before next week. It's with a sigh that he settles himself again in Hassan's chair with a fresh cup of coffee and a new page in his notebook. It's still strange to him, that he has something to apply himself to, and he finds his mind wandering more than he's willing to admit as he considers how his life has changed in only a few months.]
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So Hassan enters without hush, closing the door and placing his briefcase momentarily to one side so he can set about removing his coat. It's possible, he considers, that Shryke might not even be here at the moment... except that the scent of freshly brewed coffee gives hint of his presence, and Hassan can't help but smile fond regard to find Shryke seated at his desk, working diligently. And, hm.]
Late in the day to still be so undressed, isn't it?
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Sorry. I didn't have any lectures today, so I was just working... It didn't seem important to get dressed more than this. I didn't know you'd be... back early.
[He nearly stumbles into the word 'home', and that knowledge makes him skittish. It's good, though. He thinks he'll get used to it eventually.]
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[Perhaps it's unkind to use a teasing tone with Shryke, and Hassan makes sure to offset his words with a smile light on his lips but warm in his eyes. Shryke seems nervous, knees drawn in, and Hassan takes his time about placing the briefcase down once more before raising his hand to softly graze his knuckles over Shryke's shoulder. This sort of familiarity has been a gradual process between them - better for both, he thinks, that no part of this has been rushed.
A brief glance shows the topic of today's study. Rousseau, it seems.]
Is it going well?
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[He isn't uncomfortable with Hassan, but he wasn't yet prepared for Hassan's return. He needs his startled mind to follow-through with the knowledge that yes, Hassan is here and no, that isn't a problem, and he chews his lower lip while he focuses on that knowledge. A moment later, he meets Hassan's gaze and offers a fleeting smile, along with a suggestion.] Should we start dinner?