[Seekrit Mission!!!1omg]

[blindinjustice]

Thick fingers drummed on an even thicker thigh as amber eyes stapled onto the memo pad on the kitchen table. Dante's chicken scratch scribble lined the paper, listing off the little details of his plan. A mission he'd given himself and labeled with the highest priority. This would make or break him. Make. He was really hoping of the 'make' part

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[susan_storm]

She almost didn't hear the phone ringing as her head was currently within a lartge piece of machinery known as her washing machine, trying to fix a broken belt.

Only realizing the phone had been ringing as he heard her own voice.

Hi, you've reached the Baxter Building, please leave a messa...

The last was broken off in a loud squeal of sound before Susan came on the line.

"Hello?"

[blindinjustice]

The squeal was loud and echoed in his ear. Dante held the reciever out with a muted snarl. Then it hit him. She'd picked up the phone. The man stared at the phone in his hand, almost hanging it up. Once back to the side of his head, the man cleared his throat to continue.

"Hallo, Susan."

[susan_storm]

"UHmm, he.. Dante, is that you?" A smile certainly heard as she settled down against the arm of the sofa, trying not to touch anything with greasy hands. "How are you? I was beginning to think you'd forgotten my number."

[blindinjustice]

His own silent grin was a sign of his 'Step One' victory. Oh, ho ho. Forgotten? It was practically glued to the door to his fridge. Not that she knew that, of course. "I am well. I *koff* I wanted to call you." Duh. "Wanted to know how you were doing. We only spoke briefly in the Nexus. I like to keep better track of my friends."

[susan_storm]

She chuckled. "Well you just caught me crawling under an appliance. I do miss Reed's flexibility for this. Or just making him and Ben keep up with the maintainance here.' She pauses. "Haven't called him either. I should." Another pause. "I'm good. working on some ideas I'm going to pitch to a company in Japan for a possible research project. Not that I'll supervise. Not on site at least. And you, Dante?"

[blindinjustice]

"I only met him in passing. Nice guy." He clears his throat. A small chuckle manages to leave him. "You probably look good in coveralls for that, though." The reciever leaves his ear in a wince of frustration. Depp. Depp. Depp.

"That sounds good. You must be busy, though." His eyes flicker to the memo pad in front of him. "Uh, yeah. So, I wanted to..." The cats were staring at him. "I just wanted to see how you were doing. Is all. I will let you get back to the problem thing." Another wince.

"Auf Wiedersehen, then." The phone lowers, almost setting ont he cradle. Was machst Du da für Scheiße?! "Susan, wait!"

[susan_storm]

She smiles at that comment about her and coveralls, looking down at her cut off jeans and wife beater. Yeah, whatever about looking good. Blah. But she says nothing, glad he can't see her blush.

Blinking though as he kinda rushes through all of that, frowning. "No, Dante, I have ti...' And then he's saying goodbye and she really does frown.

Silent a moment. "I'm still here."

[blindinjustice]

He's quiet a moment, giving one last frown at the cats. They always push him. Nagging felines. "I..You want I bring over some brews? If you want to take a break, I can come over and take over for a while. Catch up?"

Bittebittebittebittebitte...

[susan_storm]

"Sure. But you have to give me a few, let me grab a shower. I look horrible.' Laughing, already moving to slip out of her clothes.

"Give me thirty? Forty is you're going to mind my hair being wet."

[blindinjustice]

"Oh, but you probably look sexy in greas- Hachi asaou!" A hand smacks over his gaping mouth, blocking that laugh from getting out. "J-Ja. You..You take what time you need. Be over ...Ja. Good bye, Susan."

Click.

Dante slumps into his chair, silently trembling with a laugh that he refused from letting out.

[susan_storm]

Staring at the phone a minute, Susan picked up a small device, pushing a button. "Note to self, study up on your German, slacker."

Smiling, she dropped the recorder on the table, heading for the bedroom as she stripped off her wifebeater.

[Initiate Phase 2!]

[blindinjustice]

Dante stands at the side of the Baxter Building. He was staring at the sunflowers in his hand. Such deep thought was being put into the pro's and con's of bringing them upstairs with him. Yes, he could make her smile with them. But, no, she might think he was being too forward. Yes, they would look nice with her hair color. And no, he was sure they might wilt before the morning.

"...Fick." So, yeah. He'd take them up for certain reasons, mainly just to see Susan smile. Up he goes and praying at the door.

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[susan_storm]

They had called up when he'd passed the doorman and she'd spent a whole minute assuring Jerry that it was okay and he wasn't there to kill anyone, or rip off doors and she wouldn't need a new couch when this was over.

She hoped.

Taking a moment to smooth her hair down, still wet at the ends and curling up, she almost second guessed her clothing. But it was Dante and worn jeans and a tee would be fine, she was sure.

Re: [Initiate Phase 2!]

[blindinjustice]

After much rousing to actually knock on the door, he did. The man could not be fidgeting more than he already was without trying to take out the screws from the doorknob. Dante took a deeeep breath and slowly let it out as he straightened.

Hallo, Susan. You look beautiful to- No, I never say that. Too easy to spot. Good evening, Susan. It is nice to see you again. Is that a new perfume I sme-... Yeah, right. Why not sniff her ass while you're at it, Mutt. AUGH!

Oh, this had disaster written all over it.

Re: [Initiate Phase 2!]

[susan_storm]

Taking one last inventory of how she looked, at least as much as she could see, Susan opened the door.

"Hey, come on in. I have beer chilling... or hot if you still drink it that way and... Well come in.' Stepping back, almost frowning. Why was she acting like that.

Re: [Initiate Phase 2!]

[blindinjustice]

He nods, stepping in. His hand was still itching from the sunflowers. He smiled his usual Dante smile, passing Susan. "Hallo, Susan. You...How..." Fick. Fick. "You smell nice."

AUGH! He winced, covering up that with a laugh. A very nervous laugh. Then a grumble of defeat. "The sink?"