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Post by Mortimer on Nov 26, 2008 17:05:20 GMT -5
The deathgod pursed its lips down to a thin white line and glared (indeed!) at the thing across from it for a few moments before setting its own utensils down and standing with a scrape of chairlegs on wooden floor and turning to leave.
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Desire
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Post by Desire on Nov 26, 2008 17:10:59 GMT -5
Desire leaned back in its seat, lifting its neglected cigarette and taking a very long drag. It was not usual for Desire to be this agitated. It rarely even happened with its siblings.
Exhaling smoke, it called after Mortimer - without any intention of calling the impudent little god back - "Wait and see. What we are is the one thing that never changes." A fitting remark for an Endless personification of the most fickle emotion known to man.
Puh. It did just figure that a death god would be so annoying. That sister of mine...
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Post by Mortimer on Nov 26, 2008 17:14:46 GMT -5
"Mortimer changes much."
What did the person know about it anyway. A sudden rudder-like tail was lashed out at an empty table, splintering it to pieces and the deathgod was gone.
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Post by Valmont on Nov 26, 2008 17:33:57 GMT -5
As it happened, Valmont had been thinking a great deal about the little man since that day in the ally. And after his initial shock, he began to wonder about him. About how he was built. About how he'd never seen anyone like him. And about how that made Mortimer unique--and therefore interesting.
Valmont loved nothing more than a challenge.
So he just may have been spending a little more time in that part of town than usual, on the off chance he'd see the disturbing person again. And see him he did, coming out of an Oriental establishment with something of a temper on him.
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Post by Mortimer on Nov 26, 2008 17:40:13 GMT -5
The tail had disappeared again by then (leaving a tear in the back of his pants that was thankfully covered by his long green coat) and his anger was already dissipating, but he was still clearly disturbed by something, his fine features a little pinched with hurt and his mind absent enough for him not to notice Valmont as he approached.
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Post by Valmont on Nov 26, 2008 17:46:05 GMT -5
Valmont noticed Mortimer's distraction, and given his new intentions, his response was quite different than it might have been otherwise.
"Monsieur Mortimer," he exclaimed as he came closer, a solicitous look on his face. "Are you quite all right?"
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Post by Mortimer on Nov 26, 2008 17:50:59 GMT -5
"Oh." he said, stopping and blinking a moment, then smiling. "Hello, Monsieur." The smile faded a bit and his hands grasped at the air at his sides before he pushed them behind his back to keep himself from clinging to the man for comfort.
"Person take f' lunch...very cruel."
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Post by Valmont on Nov 26, 2008 17:58:47 GMT -5
Valmont frowned.
"Cruel? I'm devastated to hear it," he said. He noted the curious motion of the man's hands, and interpreted correctly. He'd learned some manners, somewhere. "I cannot imagine anyone wishing to be cruel to you."
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Post by Mortimer on Nov 26, 2008 18:09:18 GMT -5
He frowned a bit and nearly gave a sniffle, deciding to change the subject.
"Look! New coat! ...is good?"
Despite the rather garish color, the item seemed to fit the little man and didn't look unwell on him at all.
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Post by Valmont on Nov 26, 2008 18:11:45 GMT -5
Valmont took a moment to look him over carefully.
"Yes," he said. "Much better; it's quite suited to you. You look very well, Monsieur Mortimer. But where were you headed? I should hate to make you late."
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Post by Mortimer on Nov 26, 2008 18:15:26 GMT -5
"Hm. No where...was tasting new food, didn't finish." He pulled a face, trying very hard to be sensible, but his visage cracked and he bit into his lower lip with a whimper, lowering his head to look down at his boots.
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Post by Valmont on Nov 26, 2008 18:18:51 GMT -5
Despite the quite predatory nature of his current interest, Valmont did feel a twinge of genuine pity for the man, whose woe was so uncompromised by breeding.
"That is unpardonable," he said. "Will you allow me to take you to get new food elsewhere?"
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Post by Mortimer on Nov 26, 2008 18:25:02 GMT -5
He gave sniffle and took a moment to compose himself before nodding. He supposed it wouldn't hurt to spend time with Monsieur, even though what he really wished to do was go home and climb into Erik's lap to receive strokes and assurances of his worth as a person, but he knew that Erik would be at the rehearsals and he would be home alone.
"Yes, please." He mumbled and let his hands drop to his sides again, grasping.
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Post by Valmont on Nov 26, 2008 18:30:35 GMT -5
"Good lad," Valmont said gently. "What would you like? Have you tried Italian food yet?" He could see how dearly the man wanted comfort, and thought he could turn that to his advantage, but it was best to have some pretext for interaction. Like dinner.
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Post by Mortimer on Nov 26, 2008 18:35:01 GMT -5
"No...is good?" His interest was piqued now, and the little smile returned to his face with the confidence of his friend--who always instructed him but never insulted him.
"Would like to try."
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