Natasha Ormanian (Aug 9, 2010 3:43:46 PM)
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Hans Lange (Aug 9, 2010 3:56:29 PM)
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Natasha Ormanian (Aug 9, 2010 3:58:14 PM)
*Natash set up his two gift boxes one was rather large and the other was rather small. She was in the room he had enetertained her in before. This time she had set up two glasses on a tray with ice and was waiting in the chair she had been sititng in before wondering when he might show himself.*

Hans Lange (Aug 9, 2010 4:01:27 PM)
Silence is all that remains within the Nest on this balmy Monday afternoon. The temperatures outside whisper of a break of the massive heat wave that has plagued the Mississippi Delta for weeks, but the break is only a playful ruse brought on by nature. The meterologists on the talking boxes inside a thousand homes urge the flock of fulltime laborers that the mercuries will remain in the triple digits until nearing the Thanksgiving holidays. But these are but a fleeting concern for the Fangs and their elder.

Hans Lange (Aug 9, 2010 4:04:32 PM)
Eventually, with no preordained resonance or any inkling of plan, a door near the kitchen is heard coming open with a protest of rusty hinges and a sliding of cloth against a tiled floor. It is there that Hans emerges with a dark splotch of sweat in a v-pattern displayed before his barrel chest. His short hair seems to gleam from reflected sunlight as if it were black grass that holds the weight of an early morning dew. His face appears stern, penitent and stoic as he turns left to move into the living room; oblivious of the presence of another within the home.

Hans Lange (Aug 9, 2010 4:16:54 PM)
[?]

Natasha Ormanian (Aug 9, 2010 4:21:01 PM)
*Looking over to gaze at the large fang as he entered. The large box on the table it was wrapped in silver colored wrapping paper with a large blue bow and the smaller one was wrapped in gold wrapping paper with a blue bow. She was dressed in a beautiful black dress that showed her soft features the slendar shoulders the small waist, the pale reflection of her skin against the black material reminded one of a winters night. Truly stunning done up from her shoes to her hair. Seemingly waiting paciently for her host.*

Hans Lange (Aug 9, 2010 4:27:31 PM)
His steps falter in an instant as almond-shaped eyes of startling clarity register the patient presence of the young pale figure adorned in elegance. His expression remains unchanged, however, remaining that strange and alluring sternness that bears his facial masque when left alone to his own devices. "....Young Natasha." The large Fang utters in a low, bass-filled baritone. His steps continue, and his path alters a bit to move towards the young baroness. "Vhat brings you to my home?"

Natasha Ormanian (Aug 9, 2010 4:29:42 PM)
"Well the open invitation brought me here." *she gazed up at him with a soft yet brilliant smile then she motioned to the two carefully wrapped gifts and added*Also I have brought you two gifts Hans" *remembering how he asked her to call him hans when in his home*

Hans Lange (Aug 9, 2010 4:32:31 PM)
"You bring..... geefts?" He asks with a strange rousing of his eye's curious gazing. "Zis is nice, und velcome in Hans house.. But he must ask; vhy?"

Natasha Ormanian (Aug 9, 2010 4:35:17 PM)
*she looked at him* "because you where very hospitable to my guardian and myself, and reminded me of how a host should act when others visit. It reminded me that I had come to youre home with no gifts of my own to offer such a gracious host. And thus I brought two, one for tradition and one for an appology for forgetting such things. I hope you will accept both. "*she motioned to the two wrapped gifts*

Hans Lange (Aug 9, 2010 4:36:28 PM)
[brb, my turn for a phone call]

Natasha Ormanian (Aug 9, 2010 4:38:52 PM)
(lol ok)

Hans Lange (Aug 9, 2010 4:45:06 PM)
His mouth opens as if to speak some council about cultural barriers that linger between those of north Asia and those who bear the stars and stripes as their banner. The words escape his mind, however, as he reminds himself of the station and stature that the blood which coarses through her veins dictate, and his mouth closes once again as a result. Instead, he takes the final two steps to bridge the gap between him and her, leaving the presents as a buffer zone that seperate their mutual proximities. ".....Hans thanks you for ze gifts, young vone, und they are welcome here."

Hans Lange (Aug 9, 2010 4:46:32 PM)
[shit, I gotta run sweetie]

Hans Lange (Aug 9, 2010 4:46:43 PM)
[I didn't realize it was almost 5pm. I gotta pick my buddy up from work]

Natasha Ormanian (Aug 9, 2010 4:47:00 PM)
(ok)

Hans Lange (Aug 9, 2010 4:47:16 PM)
[I should be back in about an hour, give or take. I'll hit you up on skype]

Natasha Ormanian (Aug 9, 2010 4:47:21 PM)
(ok)

Hans Lange (Aug 9, 2010 4:47:24 PM)
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Natasha Ormanian (Aug 9, 2010 4:48:03 PM)
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