Serena Reed (Aug 21, 2011 12:03:36 AM)
[c] and unfathomable. Oh....listen to me. Here I am rambling on. Do you see what a horrid influence these deviants have? I just can't seem to wrap my brain around their train of thought to understand any of their motivation or interest. I feel a burden to understand since they seem to insist on foisting their ridiculous ideas upon myself. UGh. I will stop now, for both of our sakes and sanity. I really must dive back in to my reasearch, Aiden. It was lovely meeting you dear. Um...could I bum a few cigarettes from you, dear? Just to get me through this evening. I will owe you."
Aiden Pierce (Aug 21, 2011 12:07:53 AM)
"Their relationships can keep them preoccupied. Let them pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.." Aiden gathered up his materials, stuffing the loose paper into a large plastic bag. He shook his head no, then removed a small cardboard matchbook. It was from a bar in the French Quarter. He offered it to her, "I don't smoke, actually. But you're welcome to a set of matches. Call it my welcoming gift.. It was a very interesting conversation."
Serena Reed (Aug 21, 2011 12:10:41 AM)
"Oh drat. I those smudge marks on your clothing meant you shared my weird addiction!" She chuckled and took the matchbook, beaming slightly. "Why thank you! Such a thoughtful gesture. I look forward to working with you more closely in the future Aiden. Happy hunting!"
Serena Reed (Aug 21, 2011 12:12:08 AM)
(I thought^)
Aiden Pierce (Aug 21, 2011 12:14:30 AM)
"Not at all," he said softly. "I will look forward to it as well.." The Warlock offered a token smile that faded an instant later. He collected anything else that remained on the desk in silence and headed quietly for the exit.
Serena Reed (Aug 21, 2011 12:15:14 AM)
/scene
Aiden Pierce (Aug 21, 2011 12:15:20 AM)
:D
Aiden Pierce (Aug 21, 2011 12:15:21 AM)
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Serena Reed (Aug 21, 2011 12:15:29 AM)
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