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[Look who's smoking and no one was surprised. However, she's down to her last pack.]
This certainly puts a wrench into my project. I guess I could use the break, though. You can only look at binary numbers for so long before you start to get cross-eyed.
Also, I'm willing to set up a deal with anyone who can... trim my hair. [Only she can cut it.]
[There's another pause.]
And lastly, I'll begin a trade for tobacco products. Any.
[Being on the moon felt like her first day in Exsilium]
This certainly puts a wrench into my project. I guess I could use the break, though. You can only look at binary numbers for so long before you start to get cross-eyed.
Also, I'm willing to set up a deal with anyone who can... trim my hair. [Only she can cut it.]
[There's another pause.]
And lastly, I'll begin a trade for tobacco products. Any.
[Being on the moon felt like her first day in Exsilium]
video; uguu~
[Totally not taking into account her own schedule, because he's the most important, see. He'd rather everyone consider him a total asshole.]
video;
Of course, your majesty.
video -> action?; if action ain't so cool, we can just handwave c:
And hanging up without another word, because goodbyes are so pointless, especially when meeting up again so soon.
In exactly an hours time, just like he said, James prowls his way into the cafeteria, decked out in jeans, t-shirt and an exceptionally beaten looking leather jacket and yet having none of that awkwardness that Mikael ever displayed. This is a guy who all too clearly leads with his dick, with shoulders back and chest out to display the alpha male confidence. What an asshole.
But hey, at least he's carrying a bottle of what looks like whiskey. Or maybe dishwater.]
action; no it's perfect!!
But he walks with confidence and not like a man in his fifties who excommunicated from his own publication and was down on his luck.
Lisbeth pushes herself off the wall and walks over to him. She gestures towards him with her head.]
Yo.
action; c:
[She gets a once over, a swift glance up and down, more for the sake of his own paranoia (gotta check for obvious weaponry) than any form of judgement. And there really isn't any judgement, because who the hell is he to judge anyone? James often assumes he's worse than about 99% of the people he meets.]
Here. [He picks a table that has good views of the surroundings, staking claim to the area by placing the bottle down while he pads off to grab a couple of glasses and returns moments later. He slides both the bottle and a glass towards her with a small nod.]
Ladies first.
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Lisbeth wasn't sure which offended her most - the fact that this wasn't going to be a simple exchange of goods or that he seemed to practice some sort of chivalry.]
Age before beauty.
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His glass is lifted and tilted towards her with a low mumble of 'cheers' and then he's swigging down a large mouthful like it's water. The quality of it isn't great, but it's strong stuff and it does the job.]
So, I'm assuming Scandinavian. Whereabouts?
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Sweden.
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[His own curiosity is a little more subtle, but he's still watching and assessing carefully from across the table. When she downs her drink, he's already reaching to pour her more, assuming a chick who can knock back whiskey that easily must be able to handle a few more glasses of it. He's making his own last for just a little longer as he takes the occasional swig.]
Miss it?
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Fuck that place.
[There's a beat.]
But fuck this place too, so maybe.
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Fuck this place. [He agrees lightly, amused as he wraps a hand around the bottle and pours them both another full glass each.]
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Is this your first alternate reality?
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I don't tend to traverse realities too often. Only when there's a little something extra slipped into my cigarettes.
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[Except..]
I mean, you get to meet different people, but the number of those people you like is pretty small.[Lisbeth shrugs.]
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[Siiip.]
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[A shrug.]
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[She's not gonna disagree with you, James.]
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[And if she hadn't assumed that already, James has at least revealed himself to be from there now, and not anywhere near Sweden like his face twin, Mikael.]
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I guess now would be the time to be polite and ask you what's your story.
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Hn, and yet I think it'd be more polite of me not to ask what your story is.
[A slow smile, curious and not at all patronising. It's not difficult to notice how closed off she is. That doesn't tend to come from stories of sunshine and rainbows.]
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