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Post by Tybalt on Feb 23, 2011 2:09:42 GMT -5
"What?" he groaned, rolling over from having slept, and wiping saliva off his chin. He stood, stretched, and stalked over to open the door and lean in the doorway.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Feb 23, 2011 2:15:32 GMT -5
"I'm leaving in an hour, if you want to come."
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Post by Tybalt on Feb 23, 2011 2:24:21 GMT -5
Tybalt rolled his eyes, but it was really in an effort to not be looking at him when their faces were so near.
"Honestly Herbert..."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Feb 23, 2011 2:33:33 GMT -5
"I just hate to see you moping like this," said Herbert as he came a little closer. He didn't smell of orange blossoms now, but of something rather more masculine and spicy, and he'd pulled his hair back from the temples while letting the rest hang free. He was wearing mostly dark red at the moment and was fiddling with some sort of mask in his hands, his obviously painted mouth in a fretful little line.
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Post by Tybalt on Feb 23, 2011 2:41:40 GMT -5
Tybalt took this in with a poorly-thought-out sweep of the eyes. Then he cleared his throat and looked back at him, pulling on his best straight face. "What would I do at a masquerade..."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Feb 23, 2011 2:47:00 GMT -5
"I don't know, mingle?"
Herbert shrugged and sat down, smiling awkwardly.
"It's not as though I know too many of them anyway. They keep changing their names and there are a few I can't even put a face to, and once everyone's in masks..."
He lifted his own mask up to his face. It was plainly a devil mask, complete with a long curved nose and horns.
"What do you think, by the way?"
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Post by Tybalt on Feb 23, 2011 2:54:56 GMT -5
"I imagine that's more suited to me," said Tybalt dryly.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Feb 23, 2011 2:57:46 GMT -5
Herbert laughed.
"Why's that?"
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Post by Tybalt on Feb 23, 2011 2:58:33 GMT -5
"I don't think it suits you, you... you anemic flower."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Feb 23, 2011 3:03:08 GMT -5
"I- what?"
Herbert began laughing.
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Post by Tybalt on Feb 23, 2011 3:05:54 GMT -5
He flushed for a moment, and tried to collect himself, stalking back into the room with measured steps. For him, it was quite casual. "You're too delicate to be a devil," he said, and to put on a greater show of self-confidence in calling him that pushed his fingers through his chilly blond hair, not too roughly but not really in a caress, either.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Feb 23, 2011 3:12:11 GMT -5
Herbert's hand instinctively flew up to the side of his head, where Tybalt had disrupted his tidily pulled-back hair, but after a moment of being frozen in surprise, he slowly reached back and unfastened the small ornament he'd been using to hold it back.
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Post by Tybalt on Feb 23, 2011 3:13:27 GMT -5
He pinched the end of that lock and dropped it. "I hope you didn't mind."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Feb 23, 2011 3:16:16 GMT -5
"I don't mind at all- I mean, I'll leave it down if you think that would be better-"
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Post by Tybalt on Feb 23, 2011 3:19:57 GMT -5
"Your hair's always...." He caught himself before saying lovely, and continued, "Well, it doesn't make a difference either way. There are a lot of different devils in hell."
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