[Scene] Daryan, Franziska and Klavier in "Apartment Exploring"
(OOC: Takes place a week after the earthquake.))
Franziska: *It's Saturday evening as Franziska pulls up to the address Daryan gave her, still seeming a touch apprehensive as she gets out of her car. She notices Klavier's bike in the parking lot and sighs to herself, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear before walking up to the door and knocking.*
Daryan: *Daryan is in the bathroom, getting ready to take a shower for his date. Before he hops into the shower, he turns on a portable stereo and it starts playing the song "Freebird". A couple of minutes into the song, Daryan starts singing to match Ronnie Van Zant in the song* If I leave here tomorrow, would you still remember me?
Klavier: *Klavier pushes open the bathroom door, just enough to shout inside* hey D, I am going out for a while -- see you later, ja? *he closes the bathroom door before Daryan replies and heads to the front door, when he hears Franziska buzzing from the lobby. He moves over to the intercom and presses the talk button* Wer ist da?
Franziska: *And of course he answers the door, she thinks.* ...Franziska von Karma.
Klavier: *A grin crosses Klavier's face as he finishes lacing up his boots* Oh? Here to see Daryan?
Franziska: Yes, I am. *She frowns.* Could you let me in?
Klavier: Ja, ja. I was just about to leave -- I can come down and let you in. *he turns off the intercom and calls to Daryan, who clearly can't hear him* Leaving the door unlocked! Your girlfriend is here! *he leaves the apartment -- leaving the door unlocked as he heads down to the lobby*
Daryan: *Indeed, Daryan couldn't a thing Klavier said as the music and the running water drowned out any other noise in the apartment and he keeps on singing* But if I stayed here with you, girl, things just couldn't be the same....
Franziska: Thank you. *She barely has time to step away from the intercom before Klavier enters the lobby; she greets him with a nod.* Prosecutor Gavin. *And she turns to head towards Klavier and Daryan's apartment.*
Klavier: *Klavier holds the door for the woman as she walks past him. He watches her leave towards the stairwell before heading out the door to go about his own Saturday night business*
Franziska: *She enters the apartment, glancing around.* ...Daryan? *she says, before she hears the sound of the shower running. She sighs briefly and sits down to wait for him.*
Daryan: *Daryan doesn't hear Franziska walk in or call out his name and keeps on singing as he cleans his hair, a lengthy process.* Bye, bye, it's been a sweet love...
Franziska: *...After several minutes, Franziska stands with a sigh, deciding she may as well walk around the apartment while she waits. It's a short while before she comes to what has to be Daryan's room.*
Daryan: *Daryan's room is almost free of clutter, save for the small pile of clothes that are laying next to a plastic hamper in the corner. A bed is at the opposite corner along with a nightstand. The walls are covered with posters of rock bands and guitarists, though there is also a bulletin board with several things on it. *The only other furniture in the room is a dresser with a cheap metal rack where shirts and Daryan's favorite jacket are hanged on there, as well as a small desk with two drawers, though there is a large stack of CDs and records stored in boxes to the left of the desk.*
Franziska *She glances around the room before her eye falls on the bulletin board; she slowly walks up to it, feeling a bit guilty.*
Daryan: *The bulletin board doesn't have much tacked on there, but what is there are articles from newspapers about The Gavinners and their accomplishments so far, which are just winning the talent show at People Park and the Battle of the Bands contest, along with some advertisements that they are playing at the Rusty Gust.*
Daryan: *While Franziska has been poking around in his room, Daryan turns off the water in the shower and dries himself off with one towel and wraps another one around his waist before turning off the stereo and heading towards his room, still drying his hair.*
Franziska: *She hears Daryan's footsteps and freezes, stepping away from the bulletin board-- she has the distinct feeling she's stumbled on something private, even though it's out in plain sight.*
Daryan: *Daryan enters his room and sees Franziska standing in there. The two of them make eye contact before Daryan realizes that he's almost stark-naked and moves out into the hallway before the situation gets worse.*
Franziska: *She blinks, swallowing, as Daryan moves into the hallway, and she turns away, focusing on the wall.* I apologize.
Daryan: *Daryan talks from the hallway* I didn't hear you come in, the music and shower must have drowned you out. *Daryan thinks for a minute* So what do you want to do, Franziska? Close your eyes for a couple of minutes or do you want to toss me some pants, man?
Franziska: ...Come in, I suppose. I'll close my eyes. *She continues to face the wall, feeling a bit ridiculous.*
Daryan: All right. *Daryan looks into his room to see Franziska facing the wall and quickly walks into the room, open up his drawer to take out a pair of boxers and pants, puts them off and throws the towel into the hamper* Okay, you can turn around now.
Franziska: *She turns, still not quite looking at Daryan.* ...I suppose Mr. Gavin didn't inform you that I was here, then.
Daryan: Maybe he did, but like I said, the shower and music drowned everything out. Probably doesn't help that I like to sing too
Franziska: ...Sing? *She smirks slightly-- however, it fades as she glances at Daryan, finally, and realizes he's rather badly bruised.* ...What happened?
Daryan: Oh, these? It's...nothing, just from football practice and everything, man. They have been here for awhile.
Franziska: Yes, you mentioned that. *She glances at the bruises again, trying not to stare; there seem to be too many than could be earned from simple football practice, but she decides not to press the point right now.* It's quite the violent sport.
Daryan: *Daryan rubs his jaw* I dunno, I've been hearing that rugby is worse...Plus Klavier keeps saying that with soccer, there are riots and stuff, man. But, considering that you've been shot, this is nothing.
Franziska: I suppose it is, but nonetheless... *She shakes her head and smirks.* And you're right; it's certainly not as drastic, to say the least.
Daryan: Yeah, if all I get in my life is bruises, I can deal with that. Anyway...what's with looking around my room? Didn't take you for the type to do that without people's permission.
Franziska: *She frowns.* I had no intention of... invading on anything private. I was simply looking around the house.
Daryan: Relax, Franziska. I've got nothing to hide. *Daryan turns around to leave the room* In fact, feel free to look around some more while I get something to drink.
Franziska: ...Very well; perhaps I will. Enjoy your drink.
Franziska: *After Daryan leaves, she spends another few minutes pacing the room-- aside from the various posters of bands she honestly doesn't recognize, there isn't much else of interest. She's about to leave when she spots the corner of a cardboard box sticking out from under the bed. ...Daryan did say he had nothing to hide, she thinks, and tugs the box carefully onto the floor. She lifts the box onto the bed-- it's not all that heavy-- and slowly unfolds the rather carelessly closed lid. She lifts at the contents with a cursory glance...*
Daryan: *Inside the box was several items, a nightstick that has several dents in it and the paint is chipping from it, several albums by Beck and Daft Punk's "Human After All" album...and one magazine. The magazine is titled "Woman's Law" and on the cover is someone that looks ALOT like Franziska.*
Daryan: *Just at that moment, Daryan enters the room, finishing a Dr. Pepper before tossing into a waste bin by the door when he sees Franziska looking into a box.* Aw hell...*Daryan says that quietly*
Franziska: *She stares in absolute horror at the magazine's cover for a minute, glaring furiously at Daryan as he enters. She takes out her whip, pulling it taut in front of her as she steps forward.* What. Is. That?
Daryan: *Daryan tenses up, ready to try to run out of the room the second she moves the whip.* Look, I can explain, I find Beck's stuff strangely catchy and those Daft Punk guys had a really good guitar part in one song, man.
Franziska: *She snaps the whip not at him, but at the floor in front of him; it's a clear threat.* That is not what I was talking about.
Daryan: *Daryan jumps back a little and then looks away from her. It isn't the music that's ticking Franziska off and he can bet all of the guitar picks in the world that she ain't talking about the nightstick* Well...I thought I would be supportive of whatever you do, Franziska. Plus it does have some decent law articles in there...
Franziska: ...This has absolutely nothing to do with my job. *She glares once more at the provocative cover photo before tossing it at Daryan's feet and snapping the whip again.* Get rid of it.
Daryan: *Daryan bends down to pick the magazine up and then looks at it.* Now that I think about it...the shape of her eyes is different. *Daryan then turns around to throw the magazines in the waste bin* I thought it was really you on there.
Franziska: *She blinks.* ...How could you possibly think I would... pose for something like that? *She sounds disgusted.*
Daryan: *Daryan shrugs* I don't know. I mean, That model was wearing the same thing you usually wear and looked a lot like you. I mean, if she was half-naked or something, then I would have never bought it. *Daryan then throws his hands up* But at least now I know and I won't buy one of those again, man.
Franziska: I certainly hope not. *She goes to recover the box and nudges it back under the bed.*
Daryan: Well, now that's out of the way...Is there anything else you haven't looked at in here? Since the only thing left is the desk. *Daryan then laughs a bit nervously.*
Franziska: ... *She glances at towards the desk.* ...I didn't look at it, no.
Daryan: *Daryan then walks over to the desk and opens the drawer* Well, as long as you're looking at everything, might as well show you this. *Daryan then pulls out a giant book with various pieces of paper and a blue ribbon sticking out of it and places it on the desk.*
Franziska: *She rests a hand briefly on the book's cover, glancing to Daryan.* ...Is this a scrapbook? *Though her voice is still vaguely angry, she's a bit bemused-- he certainly doesn't seem the type.*
Daryan: Yeah, the only other person who has seen this is Klavier. *Daryan opens up the book and on the other side of the cover is a photo of a young Daryan with short hair on the shoulder on a giant man with a great, big, bushy beard and a badge clipped to his belt.* That's me and my uncle years ago. *Daryan then points to a graduation photo that's been worn.* That's my uncle graduating from the academy. I kept clippings of his career over the years.
Franziska: Ah... *She glances at the pictures, realizing the significance of the fact that he dared show her this.* ...He seems quite an admirable man.
Daryan: Yeah, you already know how I looked up to him instead of my old man. *Daryan keeps flipping through the pages, each page loaded with pictures of his uncle Simon making accomplishments like arresting an arsonist, or breaking up a ring of drug dealers, each picture shows stubble forming and then a beard growing with each picture...That is until Daryan reaches a page right before where the ribbon is that reads "Detective injured by gang, retires." with letters scrawled as if the writer was angry reading: "Why did he leave?!", "Where was his backup?!" and so on. Daryan then sighs* This is when he retired.
Franziska: ...I see. *Although it's hardly surprising to see Daryan having such enthusiasm for his uncle's career, seeing it spread out like this in front of her is... rather touching, to be honest.*
Daryan: *Daryan then flips the page to articles that are not as faded* And this is my half of the book. *However, there are only three articles there, each with notes written on the side of each of them. There is an article announcing the murder that took place in People Park with the note "First body discovery. Must learn to stomach that." and just below it in fresher ink is "First met Franziska. Wished it wasn't so painful." The article next to it was about the trial results where Klavier lost the case, and as such, the notes had nothing but crude things to say about Kristoph. The last article was dated 5 days ago and discussed the earthquake and the escaped felons with the note of "Second time deputy. Had to ride with Gumshoe though."*
Franziska: *She smirks a bit at his comments under the People Park article, glancing slowly over the rest of his notes before looking up.* ...Well. Thank you for showing this to me, Daryan.
Daryan: No problem, Franziska. Though I'd appreciate it not getting around...There's a reason I don't let just anyone know about this thing.
Franziska: I understand. *She looks down at the book again for a moment.* ...Well. Shall we go, then?
Daryan: Oh, yeah. Sure thing. *Daryan puts the scrapbook away and then grabs his jacket hanging from the rack and puts it on, pushing his hair back so it doesn't get stuck under the coat.* Just need to gel my hair, though it can take awhile if we're in a hurry.
Franziska: ...There's no rush, I suppose. *She steps away from the desk.* Feel free, if you'd like.
Daryan: *Daryan thinks it over for a bit. He might actually be kicked out of where they are heading if his hair is in a pompadour.* Ya know what? Let's just go. It's fine the way it is, man.
Franziska: Very well, then. *She walks with Daryan out of the room, glaring at the Women's Law magazine where it lies in the waste bin as they pass.*
Daryan: *Daryan catches Franziska glaring at his waste bin and sighs* I'll burn it or throw it into a shredder when we get back, if you want.
Franziska: *She smirks.* I'd appreciate that.
Daryan: *Daryan gets out his keys to lock the apartment and then holds the door open for Franziska to go through* You can even do the honors yourself or watch if you want.
Franziska: I think I will, then. *She waits for Daryan to lock the door before heading out the front doors towards her car.*
Daryan: *Daryan follows Franziska out of the door, into the parking lot and climbs into her car.* Well, this should be fun.
Franziska: I certainly hope so. *She glances briefly at Daryan as she pulls out of the parking lot, driving towards the restaurant.*
Behind the scenes:
Daryan: ((On a side note, Sil gave me a possible future idea))
Franziska: ((Oh?))
Daryan: ((Daryan sings and/or plays for Franziska))
Franziska: ((...Awww. <3))
Franziska: ((That would be... cute, actually. :Da))
Daryan: ((Even if Fran has no interest in his music taste))
Franziska: ((Well, yes.))
Franziska: ((CHOOSE A SONG CAREFULLY.))
Daryan: ((...So Foxy Lady is out?))
Franziska: *It's Saturday evening as Franziska pulls up to the address Daryan gave her, still seeming a touch apprehensive as she gets out of her car. She notices Klavier's bike in the parking lot and sighs to herself, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear before walking up to the door and knocking.*
Daryan: *Daryan is in the bathroom, getting ready to take a shower for his date. Before he hops into the shower, he turns on a portable stereo and it starts playing the song "Freebird". A couple of minutes into the song, Daryan starts singing to match Ronnie Van Zant in the song* If I leave here tomorrow, would you still remember me?
Klavier: *Klavier pushes open the bathroom door, just enough to shout inside* hey D, I am going out for a while -- see you later, ja? *he closes the bathroom door before Daryan replies and heads to the front door, when he hears Franziska buzzing from the lobby. He moves over to the intercom and presses the talk button* Wer ist da?
Franziska: *And of course he answers the door, she thinks.* ...Franziska von Karma.
Klavier: *A grin crosses Klavier's face as he finishes lacing up his boots* Oh? Here to see Daryan?
Franziska: Yes, I am. *She frowns.* Could you let me in?
Klavier: Ja, ja. I was just about to leave -- I can come down and let you in. *he turns off the intercom and calls to Daryan, who clearly can't hear him* Leaving the door unlocked! Your girlfriend is here! *he leaves the apartment -- leaving the door unlocked as he heads down to the lobby*
Daryan: *Indeed, Daryan couldn't a thing Klavier said as the music and the running water drowned out any other noise in the apartment and he keeps on singing* But if I stayed here with you, girl, things just couldn't be the same....
Franziska: Thank you. *She barely has time to step away from the intercom before Klavier enters the lobby; she greets him with a nod.* Prosecutor Gavin. *And she turns to head towards Klavier and Daryan's apartment.*
Klavier: *Klavier holds the door for the woman as she walks past him. He watches her leave towards the stairwell before heading out the door to go about his own Saturday night business*
Franziska: *She enters the apartment, glancing around.* ...Daryan? *she says, before she hears the sound of the shower running. She sighs briefly and sits down to wait for him.*
Daryan: *Daryan doesn't hear Franziska walk in or call out his name and keeps on singing as he cleans his hair, a lengthy process.* Bye, bye, it's been a sweet love...
Franziska: *...After several minutes, Franziska stands with a sigh, deciding she may as well walk around the apartment while she waits. It's a short while before she comes to what has to be Daryan's room.*
Daryan: *Daryan's room is almost free of clutter, save for the small pile of clothes that are laying next to a plastic hamper in the corner. A bed is at the opposite corner along with a nightstand. The walls are covered with posters of rock bands and guitarists, though there is also a bulletin board with several things on it. *The only other furniture in the room is a dresser with a cheap metal rack where shirts and Daryan's favorite jacket are hanged on there, as well as a small desk with two drawers, though there is a large stack of CDs and records stored in boxes to the left of the desk.*
Franziska *She glances around the room before her eye falls on the bulletin board; she slowly walks up to it, feeling a bit guilty.*
Daryan: *The bulletin board doesn't have much tacked on there, but what is there are articles from newspapers about The Gavinners and their accomplishments so far, which are just winning the talent show at People Park and the Battle of the Bands contest, along with some advertisements that they are playing at the Rusty Gust.*
Daryan: *While Franziska has been poking around in his room, Daryan turns off the water in the shower and dries himself off with one towel and wraps another one around his waist before turning off the stereo and heading towards his room, still drying his hair.*
Franziska: *She hears Daryan's footsteps and freezes, stepping away from the bulletin board-- she has the distinct feeling she's stumbled on something private, even though it's out in plain sight.*
Daryan: *Daryan enters his room and sees Franziska standing in there. The two of them make eye contact before Daryan realizes that he's almost stark-naked and moves out into the hallway before the situation gets worse.*
Franziska: *She blinks, swallowing, as Daryan moves into the hallway, and she turns away, focusing on the wall.* I apologize.
Daryan: *Daryan talks from the hallway* I didn't hear you come in, the music and shower must have drowned you out. *Daryan thinks for a minute* So what do you want to do, Franziska? Close your eyes for a couple of minutes or do you want to toss me some pants, man?
Franziska: ...Come in, I suppose. I'll close my eyes. *She continues to face the wall, feeling a bit ridiculous.*
Daryan: All right. *Daryan looks into his room to see Franziska facing the wall and quickly walks into the room, open up his drawer to take out a pair of boxers and pants, puts them off and throws the towel into the hamper* Okay, you can turn around now.
Franziska: *She turns, still not quite looking at Daryan.* ...I suppose Mr. Gavin didn't inform you that I was here, then.
Daryan: Maybe he did, but like I said, the shower and music drowned everything out. Probably doesn't help that I like to sing too
Franziska: ...Sing? *She smirks slightly-- however, it fades as she glances at Daryan, finally, and realizes he's rather badly bruised.* ...What happened?
Daryan: Oh, these? It's...nothing, just from football practice and everything, man. They have been here for awhile.
Franziska: Yes, you mentioned that. *She glances at the bruises again, trying not to stare; there seem to be too many than could be earned from simple football practice, but she decides not to press the point right now.* It's quite the violent sport.
Daryan: *Daryan rubs his jaw* I dunno, I've been hearing that rugby is worse...Plus Klavier keeps saying that with soccer, there are riots and stuff, man. But, considering that you've been shot, this is nothing.
Franziska: I suppose it is, but nonetheless... *She shakes her head and smirks.* And you're right; it's certainly not as drastic, to say the least.
Daryan: Yeah, if all I get in my life is bruises, I can deal with that. Anyway...what's with looking around my room? Didn't take you for the type to do that without people's permission.
Franziska: *She frowns.* I had no intention of... invading on anything private. I was simply looking around the house.
Daryan: Relax, Franziska. I've got nothing to hide. *Daryan turns around to leave the room* In fact, feel free to look around some more while I get something to drink.
Franziska: ...Very well; perhaps I will. Enjoy your drink.
Franziska: *After Daryan leaves, she spends another few minutes pacing the room-- aside from the various posters of bands she honestly doesn't recognize, there isn't much else of interest. She's about to leave when she spots the corner of a cardboard box sticking out from under the bed. ...Daryan did say he had nothing to hide, she thinks, and tugs the box carefully onto the floor. She lifts the box onto the bed-- it's not all that heavy-- and slowly unfolds the rather carelessly closed lid. She lifts at the contents with a cursory glance...*
Daryan: *Inside the box was several items, a nightstick that has several dents in it and the paint is chipping from it, several albums by Beck and Daft Punk's "Human After All" album...and one magazine. The magazine is titled "Woman's Law" and on the cover is someone that looks ALOT like Franziska.*
Daryan: *Just at that moment, Daryan enters the room, finishing a Dr. Pepper before tossing into a waste bin by the door when he sees Franziska looking into a box.* Aw hell...*Daryan says that quietly*
Franziska: *She stares in absolute horror at the magazine's cover for a minute, glaring furiously at Daryan as he enters. She takes out her whip, pulling it taut in front of her as she steps forward.* What. Is. That?
Daryan: *Daryan tenses up, ready to try to run out of the room the second she moves the whip.* Look, I can explain, I find Beck's stuff strangely catchy and those Daft Punk guys had a really good guitar part in one song, man.
Franziska: *She snaps the whip not at him, but at the floor in front of him; it's a clear threat.* That is not what I was talking about.
Daryan: *Daryan jumps back a little and then looks away from her. It isn't the music that's ticking Franziska off and he can bet all of the guitar picks in the world that she ain't talking about the nightstick* Well...I thought I would be supportive of whatever you do, Franziska. Plus it does have some decent law articles in there...
Franziska: ...This has absolutely nothing to do with my job. *She glares once more at the provocative cover photo before tossing it at Daryan's feet and snapping the whip again.* Get rid of it.
Daryan: *Daryan bends down to pick the magazine up and then looks at it.* Now that I think about it...the shape of her eyes is different. *Daryan then turns around to throw the magazines in the waste bin* I thought it was really you on there.
Franziska: *She blinks.* ...How could you possibly think I would... pose for something like that? *She sounds disgusted.*
Daryan: *Daryan shrugs* I don't know. I mean, That model was wearing the same thing you usually wear and looked a lot like you. I mean, if she was half-naked or something, then I would have never bought it. *Daryan then throws his hands up* But at least now I know and I won't buy one of those again, man.
Franziska: I certainly hope not. *She goes to recover the box and nudges it back under the bed.*
Daryan: Well, now that's out of the way...Is there anything else you haven't looked at in here? Since the only thing left is the desk. *Daryan then laughs a bit nervously.*
Franziska: ... *She glances at towards the desk.* ...I didn't look at it, no.
Daryan: *Daryan then walks over to the desk and opens the drawer* Well, as long as you're looking at everything, might as well show you this. *Daryan then pulls out a giant book with various pieces of paper and a blue ribbon sticking out of it and places it on the desk.*
Franziska: *She rests a hand briefly on the book's cover, glancing to Daryan.* ...Is this a scrapbook? *Though her voice is still vaguely angry, she's a bit bemused-- he certainly doesn't seem the type.*
Daryan: Yeah, the only other person who has seen this is Klavier. *Daryan opens up the book and on the other side of the cover is a photo of a young Daryan with short hair on the shoulder on a giant man with a great, big, bushy beard and a badge clipped to his belt.* That's me and my uncle years ago. *Daryan then points to a graduation photo that's been worn.* That's my uncle graduating from the academy. I kept clippings of his career over the years.
Franziska: Ah... *She glances at the pictures, realizing the significance of the fact that he dared show her this.* ...He seems quite an admirable man.
Daryan: Yeah, you already know how I looked up to him instead of my old man. *Daryan keeps flipping through the pages, each page loaded with pictures of his uncle Simon making accomplishments like arresting an arsonist, or breaking up a ring of drug dealers, each picture shows stubble forming and then a beard growing with each picture...That is until Daryan reaches a page right before where the ribbon is that reads "Detective injured by gang, retires." with letters scrawled as if the writer was angry reading: "Why did he leave?!", "Where was his backup?!" and so on. Daryan then sighs* This is when he retired.
Franziska: ...I see. *Although it's hardly surprising to see Daryan having such enthusiasm for his uncle's career, seeing it spread out like this in front of her is... rather touching, to be honest.*
Daryan: *Daryan then flips the page to articles that are not as faded* And this is my half of the book. *However, there are only three articles there, each with notes written on the side of each of them. There is an article announcing the murder that took place in People Park with the note "First body discovery. Must learn to stomach that." and just below it in fresher ink is "First met Franziska. Wished it wasn't so painful." The article next to it was about the trial results where Klavier lost the case, and as such, the notes had nothing but crude things to say about Kristoph. The last article was dated 5 days ago and discussed the earthquake and the escaped felons with the note of "Second time deputy. Had to ride with Gumshoe though."*
Franziska: *She smirks a bit at his comments under the People Park article, glancing slowly over the rest of his notes before looking up.* ...Well. Thank you for showing this to me, Daryan.
Daryan: No problem, Franziska. Though I'd appreciate it not getting around...There's a reason I don't let just anyone know about this thing.
Franziska: I understand. *She looks down at the book again for a moment.* ...Well. Shall we go, then?
Daryan: Oh, yeah. Sure thing. *Daryan puts the scrapbook away and then grabs his jacket hanging from the rack and puts it on, pushing his hair back so it doesn't get stuck under the coat.* Just need to gel my hair, though it can take awhile if we're in a hurry.
Franziska: ...There's no rush, I suppose. *She steps away from the desk.* Feel free, if you'd like.
Daryan: *Daryan thinks it over for a bit. He might actually be kicked out of where they are heading if his hair is in a pompadour.* Ya know what? Let's just go. It's fine the way it is, man.
Franziska: Very well, then. *She walks with Daryan out of the room, glaring at the Women's Law magazine where it lies in the waste bin as they pass.*
Daryan: *Daryan catches Franziska glaring at his waste bin and sighs* I'll burn it or throw it into a shredder when we get back, if you want.
Franziska: *She smirks.* I'd appreciate that.
Daryan: *Daryan gets out his keys to lock the apartment and then holds the door open for Franziska to go through* You can even do the honors yourself or watch if you want.
Franziska: I think I will, then. *She waits for Daryan to lock the door before heading out the front doors towards her car.*
Daryan: *Daryan follows Franziska out of the door, into the parking lot and climbs into her car.* Well, this should be fun.
Franziska: I certainly hope so. *She glances briefly at Daryan as she pulls out of the parking lot, driving towards the restaurant.*
Behind the scenes:
Daryan: ((On a side note, Sil gave me a possible future idea))
Franziska: ((Oh?))
Daryan: ((Daryan sings and/or plays for Franziska))
Franziska: ((...Awww. <3))
Franziska: ((That would be... cute, actually. :Da))
Daryan: ((Even if Fran has no interest in his music taste))
Franziska: ((Well, yes.))
Franziska: ((CHOOSE A SONG CAREFULLY.))
Daryan: ((...So Foxy Lady is out?))