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[catprince]

*decides to take his antidepressants after all*

*feels supremely crappy*

*goes to hunt down Amandil to perk himself up*

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[_amandil]

*would not be at all pleased to know he was being 'hunted'*

*is sitting in the pub, having a quiet pint by himself*

[catprince]

*happens to wander in, looking morose in an appealing way*

*nods at you* Is this place free?

[_amandil]

The chair is free, but you have to pay for your drink.

[catprince]

*smiles tiredly*

You and your rapier wit :P

*sits down, leaning against you a little*

[_amandil]

Something wrong?

[catprince]

Just generally feeling down. Personal stuff. But hey, you're a sight for sore eyes.

[_amandil]

Am I really? Oh yes. I'm pretty.

[catprince]

*smiles devilishly and plays with a lock of your hair*

You mind me saying that?

[_amandil]

I mind you being so familiar when I barely know you, The Kiss™ not withstanding. And the fangs are disconcerting.

[catprince]

I can't help the fangs, no more than I can help the ears or the eyes. I have poor control over my form...

And I've heard mystery adds to alure :P

[_amandil]

*snorts*

*sips his ale*

[catprince]

*manfully fights off a wave of "OMG I lost it no-one wants me anymore" feelings*

We can get to know each other better.

[_amandil]

*can't shake the 'evil vibes' he got from you yesterday*

Maybe.

[catprince]

*pouts*

*curls up in his chair, looking like a cat caught out in the rain*

I would really like that.

[_amandil]

*awkward*

Er. . . sure.

[catprince]

*rests his hand on your wrist, fingertips skimming the pulse points*

How's life been in the Blessed Land before the rehousing madness descended?