[Micro Scene -- Godot, Mimi]
Mimi: *A few different magazines lay scattered about the desktop Mimi sits alone at in the mostly deserted library. The computer lab was too stuffy for her tastes, and she's more than content to spend her free time for the day in here, an old issue of European Car open in her lap.*
Diego: *There is a scraping sound as a chair is pulled out from a table behind the computer station, and a deep, loud swallowing noise*
Mimi: *Mimi doesn't bother to look up at the sound of the chair or what followed it, and she only settles down lower in her chair, legs crossing as she flips to the next page in her magazine.*
Diego: *Diego sets his mug down, turning the chair around so he's facing Mimi's back. He spends a long time considering her, pondering what to do, and then he grins* You and Engarde get along nicely.
Mimi: *The woman tenses visibly, and she snaps her gaze up and towards the exit of the library instantly. There's a guard posted there, as usual, but that doesn't at all seem to help the woman's rising nerves.* What's it to you? *She closes her magazine, already making to stand up-- Matt's latest journal entry still fresh in her mind.*
Diego: *his tone is cheery* It's good. Make sure to keep it that way.
Mimi: *Mimi can't help but pause, glancing over her shoulder to aim a flustered scowl at the man.* ... I don't understand what you're trying to get at. *She says stiffly.* What’s in that for you?
Diego: *Diego's grin is gone, his tone flat and unwavering* It's not what's in it for me. It's what in it for you. *he deliberately picks up his mug and drinks from it* I don't mean the gifts and the sex and the protection, either.
Mimi: Oh? *She suddenly finds herself wishing she hadn’t tugged her hat so badly out of shape during therapy, and for a lack of anything else to do with her hands she places one against the table top as the other finds its way to her hip. She faces him then, glaring with open contempt at Diego.*
Diego: *His expression doesn't shift, his face like stone as he talks* Whatever you do, keep giving it to him. Give it of your own volition so you can go on believing you have any choice in the matter. *he takes a long sip, watching her carefully*
Mimi: *She instantly regrets turning around to face him, and it’s clear as day on her face, despite the way she still manages to keep her scowl from faltering too badly. She opens her mouth, looking as if she’s about to speak, but she shuts it again quickly, turning and snatching up her magazine again without a word.*
Diego: *When she turns he rises from his chair, sipping from his coffee and stepping past her. As he walks towards the exit, his gives her a two-fingered salutatory wave over his shoulder* Keep doing what you're doing, and you won't have to worry about a thing. *with that, he's gone*
Mimi: *She begins to twist the magazine slowly between her hands, and once he's gone she sinks back down into her chair, unnoticing of how the magazine has already begun to tear.*
Diego: *There is a scraping sound as a chair is pulled out from a table behind the computer station, and a deep, loud swallowing noise*
Mimi: *Mimi doesn't bother to look up at the sound of the chair or what followed it, and she only settles down lower in her chair, legs crossing as she flips to the next page in her magazine.*
Diego: *Diego sets his mug down, turning the chair around so he's facing Mimi's back. He spends a long time considering her, pondering what to do, and then he grins* You and Engarde get along nicely.
Mimi: *The woman tenses visibly, and she snaps her gaze up and towards the exit of the library instantly. There's a guard posted there, as usual, but that doesn't at all seem to help the woman's rising nerves.* What's it to you? *She closes her magazine, already making to stand up-- Matt's latest journal entry still fresh in her mind.*
Diego: *his tone is cheery* It's good. Make sure to keep it that way.
Mimi: *Mimi can't help but pause, glancing over her shoulder to aim a flustered scowl at the man.* ... I don't understand what you're trying to get at. *She says stiffly.* What’s in that for you?
Diego: *Diego's grin is gone, his tone flat and unwavering* It's not what's in it for me. It's what in it for you. *he deliberately picks up his mug and drinks from it* I don't mean the gifts and the sex and the protection, either.
Mimi: Oh? *She suddenly finds herself wishing she hadn’t tugged her hat so badly out of shape during therapy, and for a lack of anything else to do with her hands she places one against the table top as the other finds its way to her hip. She faces him then, glaring with open contempt at Diego.*
Diego: *His expression doesn't shift, his face like stone as he talks* Whatever you do, keep giving it to him. Give it of your own volition so you can go on believing you have any choice in the matter. *he takes a long sip, watching her carefully*
Mimi: *She instantly regrets turning around to face him, and it’s clear as day on her face, despite the way she still manages to keep her scowl from faltering too badly. She opens her mouth, looking as if she’s about to speak, but she shuts it again quickly, turning and snatching up her magazine again without a word.*
Diego: *When she turns he rises from his chair, sipping from his coffee and stepping past her. As he walks towards the exit, his gives her a two-fingered salutatory wave over his shoulder* Keep doing what you're doing, and you won't have to worry about a thing. *with that, he's gone*
Mimi: *She begins to twist the magazine slowly between her hands, and once he's gone she sinks back down into her chair, unnoticing of how the magazine has already begun to tear.*