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Post by Eponine on Apr 11, 2009 14:03:01 GMT -5
*She padded up the stairs, into the modest apartment above the shop. She'd moved out of the first Arrondissement as soon as Alexei had begun spending more time in The Immaterial.*
"So this is home, now."
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Post by Der Tod on Apr 11, 2009 14:06:38 GMT -5
He followed her up, hardly making a sound on the stairs.
"That's very convenient."
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Post by Eponine on Apr 11, 2009 14:34:46 GMT -5
'It just... wasn't convenient, to come all the way from the first arrondissement to here."
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Post by Der Tod on Apr 11, 2009 14:39:22 GMT -5
At the mention of the arrondissement, something flitted across his features, but it was gone quickly.
"No, it wouldn't be. That's quite a distance, even if you have a horse."
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Post by Eponine on Apr 11, 2009 14:40:33 GMT -5
"Oh, I shouldn't have--"
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Post by Der Tod on Apr 11, 2009 14:46:04 GMT -5
"Hmmm?"
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Post by Eponine on Apr 11, 2009 15:53:30 GMT -5
"I just, I wasn't--never mind, forget I said anything, what kind of tea do you like?"
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Post by Der Tod on Apr 11, 2009 16:44:25 GMT -5
He gazed at her thoughtfully a moment before answering.
"Whatever you have on hand is fine."
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Post by Eponine on Apr 11, 2009 17:26:41 GMT -5
"Umm... when Alexei comes over, he has green tea, so I have that, and then I have some plain earl grey, and some strange Chinese tea that's really quite good but very... different, and--"
*She babbled. Really she wasn't much interested in tea, but she seemed to be taking the concept of subject change a little too enthusiastically.*
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Post by Der Tod on Apr 11, 2009 17:34:24 GMT -5
"Green is fine," he said softly, patting her shoulder.
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Post by Eponine on Apr 11, 2009 17:36:54 GMT -5
"Right, I'll just..." *She set the water to boiling, gesturing to the small kitchen table for him to sit.*
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Post by Der Tod on Apr 11, 2009 17:39:14 GMT -5
He sat down, and would have looked like the perfect picture of serenity if it weren't for the fact that he was still dusted with flour and still had a smear of pastry filling on one cheek.
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Post by Eponine on Apr 11, 2009 17:44:02 GMT -5
*When she caught sight of him, she couldn't help but raise a hand to her mouth and laugh.*
"You look like you got in a fight with a pastry, and the pastry won."
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Post by Der Tod on Apr 11, 2009 17:51:03 GMT -5
He stuck his tongue out at her.
"Well, that's not my fault."
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Post by Eponine on Apr 11, 2009 18:01:08 GMT -5
"Well getting in a fight with a pastry chef does tend to result in flour and filling on one's person. I can't be blamed." *She said, shrugging innocently.*
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