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Post by László on Jun 11, 2009 19:20:24 GMT -5
"It's hard to steal if someone knows what you're up to."
His tone was mild, though he was someone amused at her insistence.
"Besides, there are people far better at it than I."
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Post by Rosalind on Jun 11, 2009 19:23:44 GMT -5
Rosalind shrugged, hands still in her pockets.
"But I don't know any of them." She paused, then spoke again. "And they probably wouldn't tell me if they could. Not everyone is so sweet and trusting..." She took a hand out and poked him in the arm pleadingly.
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Post by László on Jun 11, 2009 19:30:15 GMT -5
"I wouldn't say I'm those things," he said, sounding a bit embarrassed.
"And...and I'm no good under pressure."
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Post by Rosalind on Jun 23, 2009 19:50:06 GMT -5
Rosalind lifted an eyebrow shrewdly, but was not really being so calculating. She meant it in jest. "We-ell. All right then."
She had no idea that she was unconsciously channeling Mercutio in both the light tone of voice and the joking appearance of cunning as she gave him that look, then cocked her head. She slipped her arm through his cozily and almost with a certain smugness and shot back with, cheerily, "If thou wilt not impart thy sneaky pocket tricks to me then you might as well show me the door."
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Post by László on Jun 23, 2009 20:11:47 GMT -5
He grinned.
"Well that, now, I can certainly do. I think it's always handy to know where hidden doors are."
Arm-in-arm, he led the way to where he'd snuck into the opera house. It wasn't too far off, as it opened relatively close to the backstage area.
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Post by Rosalind on Jun 23, 2009 20:24:27 GMT -5
Anyone who saw them might not have recognized Laszlo, but they were used enough to the sight of Rosalind to not question it - not that that many people would. People walked around the Opera House, even backstage, all the time.
Rosalind pantomimed tipping a hat to people as they passed and remarked casually to Laszlo that a certain not-herself redhead had stolen her cap and made such a panto necessary.
She was very excited when they got to the hidden door, because, indeed, she had never found it. "Confound that man! May his ears be pickled! He doesn't tell me!"
Although the childish delight at having been told - and, because Mercutio had told Laszlo he could come back anytime, indirectly by Mercutio himself - a secret made her feel very pleased with herself. Still. She had been quick to tell Mercutio everything she'd found at the Opera House thus far, and was embarrassed that he had not done the same for her. She had thought, foolishly, assuming more girlishness to him than was ever warranted, that he valued secret-sharing more than he turned out to.
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Post by László on Jun 26, 2009 20:44:17 GMT -5
László had concluded, by the time they reached the hidden door, that Rosalind was somebody he could like. Maybe not friends--it was too soon to think in those terms--but definitely friendly. It was rare when he got to talk to a gal, and this one had reminded him of what he'd been missing out on.
"Well, I'm glad to tell you about this one, small as it is. And on the outside, you can't see it--it blends in with the wall. Perfectly disguised."
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Post by Rosalind on Jun 29, 2009 15:56:16 GMT -5
"An excellent cause, disguising, I am partial to it myself," said Rosalind flippantly. "And to the shock that appears on the face of somebody else when the door opens and the wall is suddenly - not a wall! It is fun. D'you do much of that? Oh, I suppose getting caught's less fun for you," she realized, expression compassionately mournful on his behalf. But she smiled again, as though she were normally shy but getting the hang of her own happiness. "Wellll. Unless you are tricking those you would not like to know and telling those stories to those who would be impressed. I imagine Mercutio is even more impressed with your pilfery than I am, and that - " She gave him an affectionate nudge with her elbow. "Is itself impressive."
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Post by László on Jun 30, 2009 9:14:44 GMT -5
"Well...pick-pocketing isn't really my focus. Though I can say that I've never been caught, as rarely as I indulge in it."
Especially as of late, he hadn't had to resort to much if any of that sort of thing--thanks to several people either throwing lots of money at him or paying for everything, he actually a little bit more than usual to his name.
"But it would be funny to see someone's face when they catch that door opening."
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Post by Rosalind on Jun 30, 2009 15:08:08 GMT -5
Rosalind laughed very sweetly, although not with reserve. She was not used to behaving so much like a young woman at the Opera House - she was known as Ganymede to most, and seemed, generally, to be a boy - but had worn her hair down today, not putting her cap on. It was mostly due to Mercutio's own shift in mood that this was the case - her not knowing what to do, and not knowing how he would behave to see her, and so perhaps being overtly female was defiant to him - but it did not, at the same time, feel odd to have László think her a maid.
"I do live for the look on people's faces," she said musingly, still smiling. She placed a hand on his arm. "Hopefully the one on yours, when next we meet, will be recognition, dear László."
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Post by László on Jun 30, 2009 18:32:42 GMT -5
"I'm sure I'll remember you." He said amiably.
Perhaps they would run into each again, it wasn't out of the question since he planned on coming back to the opera house, and if she worked here...well, then there was no reason why they wouldn't meet at some point.
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Post by Rosalind on Jun 30, 2009 19:06:43 GMT -5
She patted him on the arm again and dashed off brightly with a wave and a parting, "Good luck finding Mercutio!"
Although she wasn't sure he was really there to see him.
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Post by László on Jun 30, 2009 20:41:16 GMT -5
"Thank you! Farewell." He hadn't been looking for Mercutio, but if he did happen to run into him, that would be all right. Humming to himself, he set about exploring the backstage area of the opera .
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