Mar 20, 2008 14:34
A rather strangely-dressed man enters the Nexus, closing the door to wherever he just was behind him with a small sigh. The solemn expression then turns into a grin - a rather mischievious one, if you're an expert on hard-to-decipher smiles.
"When you think of the future, what comes to mind?"
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Plus, that sweet smelling smoke just should cement it, "That, sweet, depends on the future in question." She answers, intentionally enigmatically.
Oh, god. This will end well.
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"Yours, one would assume."
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"Mmm, you don't know, then, sweet?" A long drag on her pipe, "Of all people, I'd think you would at least have an idea."
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"Of what you think of the future? Of course not." He's not quite that kind of magician.
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"So, what, pray tell, does bring you here?" She knows you're not hers, but.
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"This is just where I ended up first, it looks like."
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"Mmm, that happens, sometimes. Hopefully, you won't be stuck." For all our sakes. Because she's not sure how she could take you being around, Clow.
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"Not here or now, but elsewhere and at another time. I'm looking forward to it, somewhat."
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Huh. So she does have limits. Surprise the writer, why don't you?
"Mmmm, interesting." She says, with a bit of a faraway look, "Looking forward to it, why is that?"
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Because, well. She can't resist.
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... Right.
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