Max
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Post by Max on Nov 21, 2008 17:46:21 GMT -5
"Sounds like a nice guy" he smiled thinking about his own father was out of the question, so he changed the subject "so back to that fun thing, what do you say?"
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Post by Adrienne on Nov 21, 2008 17:57:19 GMT -5
"I say..." *She said, marking one of the papers for grammatical errors. They were magic students, but she wouldn't let them go illiterate.* "I've got one more stack of these, and a class of first-years to teach, and then my day off is tomorrow so I can do whatever I like tonight."
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Max
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Post by Max on Nov 21, 2008 18:05:40 GMT -5
"Great!" stomping out his cigarette and picking up the butt Max stood up "Well then I'll see you tonight, where should I meet you?"
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Post by Adrienne on Nov 21, 2008 18:07:24 GMT -5
"Seeing as I'm going out for the first time in God-knows-when, I require full primping capabilities. My house, then, I think." *She said decisively.* "Have anything to write it on?"
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Max
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Post by Max on Nov 21, 2008 18:20:17 GMT -5
He grabbed a small notepad from his pocket and a pen. He's learned to write things down since arriving in Paris, kept him safe.
"Shoot."
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Post by Adrienne on Nov 23, 2008 22:26:29 GMT -5
*She scribbled down an address in a moderately posh part of town--the house had been built when it had been the most fashionable part of the city, but now it was somewhat bygone. Nonetheless, the house was in impeccable shape and Adrienne loved her neighborhood.*
*Her handwriting screamed educated and refined; it was neat and pretty and looked perfect for writing long letters sealed with wax, a little out of place on a notepad.*
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Max
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Post by Max on Nov 23, 2008 23:15:54 GMT -5
He grinned down at the paper "I imagine that I'm going to have to buy some nicer clothes for the evening?" He looked down at his jeans and t-shirt and shrugged.
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Post by Adrienne on Nov 24, 2008 6:25:31 GMT -5
"Well most of the transfers--that is, people who've been pulled here from another dimension--end up there anyway. It's not uncommon to see clothes originating from your own zone."
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Max
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Post by Max on Nov 24, 2008 18:48:10 GMT -5
"That may be true, but I don't want to look like a bum next to you" he laughed "I've got a couple francs, apparently this place loves street performers" he jingled his pocket and winked "they're a sucker for a pretty voice."
Although he couldn't be sure whether or not his voice was pretty, he simply allowed the thought to enter his ego and kept it there until proved otherwise.
"So I'm off to find a tailor, a cheap one at that, and I'll meet you at your house tonight" he bowed "Mm. d'Enjorlas."
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Post by Adrienne on Nov 24, 2008 18:49:50 GMT -5
*She laughed.* "Alright then. I'll just finish grading my papers; you know you're very distracting."
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Post by Max on Nov 24, 2008 19:08:09 GMT -5
"Yes I know" he replied with a waggle of the eyebrows and went on his merry may to find a cheap tailor that either had something for him immediately or could have something for him by that night.
This is going to be impossible.
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