One Hour Ago:Sands gave Murdoc a phone so he can always get a hold of the teenager. One hour ago he calls him up and asks if he knew how to pick pockets
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D has taken up his usual spot, blending into the shadows that cover on chair tucked into the corner. It protects his back, conceals him, and affords him an excellent view. His sword is laying across his lap, and his coin bags are tucked safely away on his belt, toward the back and underneath his cloak.
When Sands enters, he almost draws his sword, mistaking him for Bludget. It's probably a good thing for Sands he reconsiders that assumption, as he's made a habit of slicing Bludget up every time he sees her. There's no outward indication of this, other than that he leans forward slightly. While he looks directly at the oddly attired person, he says nothing.
El covers his face and hopes that no one here realizes that he's with Sands. That pale fighter is present once more and it takes all his willpower not to thump his head over and over again on the table in front of him. He shakes his head and mutters in spanish about 'crazy crazy Americans'.
This is yet another spectacle that he doesn't understand. He watches El closely, as if hoping that the secret to his madness will be revealed. After much careful consideration, he actually speaks up.
D's eyes drift up, unconcerned, and then he shrugs. He's been hit on by tiny, withered men dressed like jesters and riding unicycles before. This is absurd, but so far harmless.
Sands has been slowly making his way around the room. He brushes up against chairs and tables, looking for victims. As his fingers find D's shoulder he slides his hand over the mans' chest and moves down. When he finds a sword, Sands giggles a little and moves it to the table before sitting on D's lap. He looks like he's having a great time but it's all about the scam.
Cold Cape Cod clams, 'gainst their wish, do it Even lazy jellyfish do it Let's do it, let's fall in love
As he sings his hands get friendly, looking for money.
Now D starts getting irritated. Without a word, he ignores the hand as it moves down. He even suffers the sword being placed beside him, as it's still within easy reach for him, and there aren't any vampires around as far as he can tell. He stares at Sands, hoping that the silent treatment will discourage her. Few dare to touch him. Women get some leeway, but this is too much. He snags Sands's wrists, and then stands up, unceremoniously dumping the nuisance off his lap.
"I'm not up for grabs. Find yourself another partner."
Sands was taken by surprise. Getting pushed around is one thing but it's rare that he's treated like a woman. The feminist in him flares up as he realizes just how little effort was given to tossing him aside. He smiles sweetly at D from the ground. One coin bag is already tucked away in the front of his skimpy little pants.
He licks his bottom lip suggestively before getting up and trying again. A very dramatic 'hummf!' is given and Sands stalks away a few feet, before turning over his shoulder and giving his best smoldering look.
The idea that Sands is a man hasn't quite occurred to him yet, as cross-dressing is rare where he comes from, except from some effeminate vampires. And if he has any weaknesses, it's women who actually talk to him. Despite his years, he lives too much like a hermit to have much experience interacting with people.
"I'm not comfortable being touched."
From near his waist, a quiet but gruff voice mutters, "That's the understatement of the year."
Sands stalks back to him, doing his best hip wiggle. He stands an arms length away in case D wants to pull a bad touching on him again. The agent laughs flirtatiously and sticks out his tongue. "You just haven't been touched by the right people." His arm comes out again and strokes the side of D's face. Sands is ready to bolt if need be.
As Sands touches him, D wants to jerk his head away. Sort of. It's hard to come across as the strong, silent type that way, though, so he tolerates it. He doesn't often let people know he's bothered.
"Most people are too smart to even try."
His left hand convulses, and then lifts of it's own accord. The little face in the palm of his hand speaks up. "This one doesn't exactly look too bright D. But hey, if she does it for you, who am I to say? I'll sit down and shut up if it'll get us out of this crazy place. So how about it?" D clenches his fist, effectively shutting the parasite up for the moment.
If Sands hoped to tantalize D, unfortunately he failed. If he wanted distance, he got it. D observes Sands closely, then turns his back on him and heads back to his seat, retrieving his sword before sitting down again. Something's off, and he shifts in his seat, trying to figure it out.
The sword on D's lap makes Murdoc wary. That, and capes in general pose a very annoying obstacle. He holds back for now and hopes for targets that are less potentially stabby.
Murdoc likes to tell himself El wouldn't shoot him. It's a comforting thought to go to bed with, really. So, he's less nervous about approaching the Mexican. Plus, he wants to see that look of shock and despair a bit closer. He comes up just beside and behind the man, making a show of watching Sands as well. He also exagerates his movements with the hand on his cigarette just a bit. Not enough to be immediately distracting, but enough to get the attention of anyone actively looking at him. Murdoc's other hand is very smooth and subtle in the way it moves for the inside of El's pocket. He'll move the contents from El's jacket pocket to his own as quickly and quietly as he can.
When Sands enters, he almost draws his sword, mistaking him for Bludget. It's probably a good thing for Sands he reconsiders that assumption, as he's made a habit of slicing Bludget up every time he sees her. There's no outward indication of this, other than that he leans forward slightly. While he looks directly at the oddly attired person, he says nothing.
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He shakes his head and mutters in spanish about 'crazy crazy Americans'.
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"What's wrong?"
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"I am trying to eat here."
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"She's a little colorful."
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Cold Cape Cod clams, 'gainst their wish, do it
Even lazy jellyfish do it
Let's do it, let's fall in love
As he sings his hands get friendly, looking for money.
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"I'm not up for grabs. Find yourself another partner."
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He smiles sweetly at D from the ground. One coin bag is already tucked away in the front of his skimpy little pants.
He licks his bottom lip suggestively before getting up and trying again.
A very dramatic 'hummf!' is given and Sands stalks away a few feet, before turning over his shoulder and giving his best smoldering look.
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"I'm not comfortable being touched."
From near his waist, a quiet but gruff voice mutters, "That's the understatement of the year."
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The agent laughs flirtatiously and sticks out his tongue.
"You just haven't been touched by the right people." His arm comes out again and strokes the side of D's face. Sands is ready to bolt if need be.
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"Most people are too smart to even try."
His left hand convulses, and then lifts of it's own accord. The little face in the palm of his hand speaks up. "This one doesn't exactly look too bright D. But hey, if she does it for you, who am I to say? I'll sit down and shut up if it'll get us out of this crazy place. So how about it?" D clenches his fist, effectively shutting the parasite up for the moment.
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He comes up just beside and behind the man, making a show of watching Sands as well. He also exagerates his movements with the hand on his cigarette just a bit. Not enough to be immediately distracting, but enough to get the attention of anyone actively looking at him.
Murdoc's other hand is very smooth and subtle in the way it moves for the inside of El's pocket. He'll move the contents from El's jacket pocket to his own as quickly and quietly as he can.
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