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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 5, 2012 11:21:59 GMT -5
"I suppose you will." He kisses her rather softly. "Tomorrow we'll see if you remembered your...lesson."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 5, 2012 14:22:58 GMT -5
Ami kisses him back before dancing away from him. "You won't be disappointed, Faeron," She says with a wink, slowly gyrating to the door.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 5, 2012 14:34:12 GMT -5
"Well, or you can... stay here. Probably dangerous to walk home in your state." He turns a bit red. "You know, drunk and all."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 5, 2012 14:37:28 GMT -5
"Not gonna send someone to escort a pretty lady home?" Amelia asked, leaning against the door, pulling her skirt up slightly. She laughed and shook her head. "You're no gentleman."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 5, 2012 14:40:10 GMT -5
"Well, I could send one of these creepy old men to help you home. They were such gentlemen with you last time. I could always sleep on the spare bed, you know." He takes another slight swig of the non-contracted portion of his brew. "Or we could keep each other...uh, warm? Hot? Cold? Cool? Whichever."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 5, 2012 14:44:42 GMT -5
"I thought you wanted my friend Danya," Amelia said, trying to keep a clear enough head. She winked at him and opened the door, pushing her behind out as she did so. "You mean to tell me there aren't any guards in that big citadel I couldn't get in?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 5, 2012 14:47:31 GMT -5
"Now how the in am I supposed to hell get? You said Danya doesn't like men." He stumbles onto a chair and sits upright, then pours a glass of water. It is a painfully slow process to avoid spilling any.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 5, 2012 14:51:43 GMT -5
"She doesn't, but a man can dream, and ache, and make hopeless attempts, can he not?" Ami said, giving Faeron another wink. "I think I will sleep on my ooooown bed tonight!" She said, dancing out of the door, hands swirling by her side.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 5, 2012 14:53:55 GMT -5
eight flights of stairs in her state quickly bring her back to reality, but she manages after some trial and error to make it back to the white Harbour.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 5, 2012 15:20:26 GMT -5
//////
Ami returned the next day, dressed in a lime green dress, a Qartheen hat on her head.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 5, 2012 15:25:44 GMT -5
She comes upon Faeron arguing with a man in his lab. They gibber in Qartheen, when the man finally disgustedly throws some coins on the table and storms past her. Faeron scoops the coins together with an annoyed look, not noticing her as yet.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 5, 2012 15:30:48 GMT -5
"And what was that about?" Ami said, leaning against the door frame. "Someone not approving of your work?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 5, 2012 15:32:04 GMT -5
"Someone not approving of my price," he says. He looks her over. "Nice dress. Well, then, let's see what you remember." He gestures to the chemicals.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 5, 2012 15:33:14 GMT -5
Amelia mixed the concoction how she remembered it, being careful with every ingredient. "Going to try and make me drink something else today?" She asked when she was finally done.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 5, 2012 15:37:47 GMT -5
"Not if you made this right. It's worth a fair amount of gold to physicians." He tapped some onto his finger. "Perfect." His raven-black hair is tousled as though he hadn't slept.
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