"Ten thousand comments?" Clow tilted his head to one side - actually, shifted his weight entirely - to signal his confusion. "I thought the limit was five thousand?"
Ruthberg glanced up at the other man present - also dressed in robes, like himself. He brought his hand to his chest, and gave a small, sly smile, in response. "I suppose things have changed, then."
"Apparently." Clow looked over at the other gentleman and felt a sort of kinship with him, as if perhaps they both know that they are secretly members of Extravagant Dressers Anonymous or something. "Let the 'over nine thousand' jokes begin~."
Ruthberg did feel a strange sort of connection to this man - however it was most certainly not because of their choice in clothing. It was a more spiritual sense, certainly...and a quality about this man that brought the feeling that the fortune teller should respect him.
"I suppose a situation like this would certainly call for some..."
While the mun is cursing herself for not knowing Ruthberg's canon at all, Clow gave him one of his really good smiles. Certainly, he appreciated the man's apparent demeanor and was probably finding him interesting for a number of reasons. Introductions seemed to be in order.
"Indeed. I don't think I've met anyone like yourself, sir. May I have the pleasure of knowing what you call yourself?" It seemed rude to ask for a name in this case.
This mun, on the other hand, is not surprised in the least to find someone else unfamiliar - and also should apologize for disappearing for ages. Ruthberg, however, is still calm and composed, smiling slowly to the other man, getting a similar feeling from him. He brought a hand to his chest, talking in a quiet scent, shifting - and the scent of myrrh may have been noticeable coming from the blond.
"My name is Jan van Ruthberg, sir. It is a pleasure to meet you..."
Clow knew the server wasn't going to crash, but he could only imagine what it might have been like to not have known that. Wouldn't that have been exciting?
Suddenly, a 'Lita! "I believe that there was an upgrade, dear. Even so, I think it's as the kids these days say it, 'It's over nine thousand'" She does not say it with the voice that she probably should, rather, she says it dryly.
"You're doing it wrong," Clow responds, equally dry. He resists the urge to even think about the fact that Yuuko would totally have had better comedic timing with that line.
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"I suppose a situation like this would certainly call for some..."
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"Indeed. I don't think I've met anyone like yourself, sir. May I have the pleasure of knowing what you call yourself?" It seemed rude to ask for a name in this case.
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"My name is Jan van Ruthberg, sir. It is a pleasure to meet you..."
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Is he joking? Or does he really know? Never fuck with a seer, man.
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They were the longest ten seconds of his life.
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Luckily, everything seemed to be fine.
"You're creepy."
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"So I've heard."
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"How, exactly, would one do it then?"
Perhaps her comedic timing is better than you think, Mr. Reed.
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He clears his throat.
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