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[jory_elecott]

Date/Time: Tuesday, November 22nd, 2005 / 7:00 PM
Location: Library
Open To: Liesl
Currently Involving: Yory Jory

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[jory_elecott]

It was possibly sarcasm, if the smirk was any indication, but it still made Jory blink a bit, and he answered quite seriously, "Um, yeah. You can." But what was happening here was he was maybe being made fun of or something, what with the 'generous' bit and the staring and he found himself incredibly frustrated; he didn't have a bead on her at all. She was confusing. He frowned.

"Well. Thanks," he mumbled lamely, because if she was making fun of him or not, he did like to think he was sort of generous, so he'd take it as a compliment.

He was grateful when she sat down; somehow, the discomfort of having her stand and look down at him was on the same level as the discomfort when she touched him. Singularly strange, what with the actions tending toward different sides of different spectrums. Not that it wasn't still uncomfortable to have her looking mischievous and whatnot, because it was, but at least it wasn't a discomfort he would have to crane his neck to experience. It was just that thing, where she wasn't what he expected and he didn't like it.

He let the 'pity' comment slide, though, because he'd have had to lie to agree with it and he didn't know how to do that, but her last comment, the one that sounded suspiciously like a compliment -- that made him smirk.

"Are we?" he wondered so archly it might've seemed playful. On a playful type of person.

Ingedients for a séance, indeed. If she was hoping for him to have a reaction at all, she was probably disappointed; he watched her pull out her supplies with an immobile, lopsided frown, although he did squint a bit at the candles. He supposed it was sort of dark in the library, but he wouldn't have thought of candles. He suspected, though, that it was probably wise to remember that the things he would think of were not the same things Liesl would think of, and vice versa.

The strudel, actually, did strike him as being thoughtful and he'd not have suspected her of poisoning it or anything (that sort of suspicion would probably take him hours to muster up, and by then he might've been dead anyway), but she hadn't given him a chance to reply before she bit into it. Not that it would've been the most eloquent of replies, as 'isn't that nice' or 'really, how cool' were not eloquent, but then it seemed it was too late and he was wholly incapable of replying.

Or doing anything but watching her until his eyes glazed over somewhat.

"I--" he managed, and then averted his eyes quickly, looking down at the book, which suddenly seemed the safest object in the world.

"Um. Not hungry."

[liesl_jacobs]

Not everything is what one expects it to be.
Both Jory and Liesl would have to just get over that.

Liesl frowned petulantly at him, black brows wrinkling and pale lips pricking. She lowered her strudel. "Really, you insult my generosity. When I took yours. What manners you have," she remarked, appearing much displeased.

And it was quite possible this was not part of the mask. Although Liesl was not characteristically hospitable or generous (really, never), if she was going to offer it, people had damn well better accept it. What was his problem? Strudel was delicious, and a German delicacy, and Germany was awe-inspiring, and thusly so was she.

She could shove a pastry down his throat if she felt like it.
Was he going to make her, being so rude? Hmf.

Liesl took a vicious second bite of her strudel this time, chewing in a most barbarous fashion, and her glare was green and jagged, pinned on Jory. This was perhaps the Liesl he expected. Cold, forbidding, unforgiving. Did he like that better, then, for things to be always as they seem?

[jory_elecott]

Having been prepared to move on swiftly to the book, he was a little taken aback at her dwelling on the strudel. Well, honestly. He certainly hadn't meant to be rude.

Jory looked back at her, opening his mouth to protest. Hrmm. He closed it. Frowned.

"Sorry," he said, genuinely meaning it. Sincere as always. He was not the best at social situations, of course, but if anything, he was always sincere. "I didn't mean to insult you."

He still didn't reach for any of the strudel because, well, he was sorry and he hadn't meant to insult her, but that didn't mean he was hungry.

Besides which, he was a bit distracted by the vicious pastry murder occurring across the table and he watched her, brow furrowed. But no, he had not expected this Liesl either.

It was possibly best to just admit to himself that his expectations were not only very off, but very difficult to grasp as well. He didn't know what he had expected. Just not...

"Hmm," he said awkwardly, drumming his fingers on the table.