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Post by Rosalind on Jun 9, 2009 19:57:53 GMT -5
"Oh," said Rosalind, rather clearly - even though she spoke softly - relieved. She didn't quite want to admit it, but the thought of other people being wonderfully friendly with Mercutio while he was off not quite liking her or whatever he was doing - perhaps not even conscious of what had happened - made her inexplicably sad. "Where'd you meet him?" She was less troubled when she asked this.
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Post by László on Jun 9, 2009 20:03:43 GMT -5
"The...bar." He said, coloring a bit in spite of himself.
He still hadn't really decided how he felt about the whole thing, though Mercutio himself he was inclined to be friendly toward.
"A round of drinks."
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Post by Rosalind on Jun 9, 2009 20:22:51 GMT -5
Rosalind caught the flush, but couldn't interpret it, or perhaps she was unwilling to.
"I saved him from an apple cart," she said after a moment - with the air of pointing it out rather than bragging (or of someone who was trying to, at any rate).
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Post by László on Jun 9, 2009 20:30:18 GMT -5
He gave a snort of amusement.
"He must have a history with carts--he had a run-in with vegetables last we were out together."
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Post by Rosalind on Jun 9, 2009 20:32:10 GMT -5
Rosalind's teeth were showing. She didn't realize she was smiling so widely. "What's stolen tastes sweeter. If you do not happen to bruise it along the way."
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Post by László on Jun 9, 2009 20:35:32 GMT -5
"Absolutely. Well, if you're any good at stealing it."
He wasn't sure when he'd decided he could say things like this to Rosalind, but it'd sunk that anyone a friend of Mercutio likely wouldn't mind such mischief.
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Post by Rosalind on Jun 9, 2009 20:46:18 GMT -5
"I am not sure he is," said Rosalind, quietly, before suddenly laughing.
This was a nicer way to talk about him. It didn't upset her. She stopped quickly, because it almost seemed blasphemous, but it wasn't unkind, as other things had been. "Still, he could use the apples. His trousers are less impressive for the lack of them."
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Post by László on Jun 9, 2009 20:53:17 GMT -5
"I'm not good at it. Not food, any way."
He didn't have much more to say about their subject, as he really didn't know Mercutio very well. He had a feeling Rosalind had known him for at least a little while.
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Post by Rosalind on Jun 9, 2009 21:00:23 GMT -5
Rosalind shot him a semi-shocked but also rather appreciative look. "Are you very good with other things, then?"
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Post by László on Jun 9, 2009 21:01:56 GMT -5
He grinned.
"I'm a fairly decent pickpocket."
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Post by Rosalind on Jun 9, 2009 21:11:44 GMT -5
Rosalind smiled sort of cheekily. "Do try it. On me. Ah - I shall stroll past you or something. One moment." She stopped walking. "Or - maybe you should - ?"
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Post by László on Jun 9, 2009 21:18:15 GMT -5
"Oh, no no...I can't do that if you know what's happening! I'll mess it up."
He waved his hands in a halt gesture. Besides, it was true--her knowing he was doing so would mean he'd trip up, and really, the point of pickpocketing was that someone didn't know you were doing it to begin with.
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Post by Rosalind on Jun 11, 2009 19:07:59 GMT -5
"I won't try to stop you! I just want you to show me how you do it. Oh, sir, good sir, please, sir - " She did her best wheedling and pouted at him.
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Post by László on Jun 11, 2009 19:12:00 GMT -5
"But I can't if you know that's what's happening...I'll fail." He protested.
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Post by Rosalind on Jun 11, 2009 19:15:20 GMT -5
Rosalind pouted more obviously. She couldn't quite grasp what he was saying, particularly because she wasn't asking him to pull off what he normally did.
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