"I suppose, as long as it's entertaining, at the very least." Altalita is lounging across a couch with some variant of wine in a stemware glass. Tonight's amazing outfit is a chinese dress with the slit up one leg, rather than both, having a sort of fall-esque pattern over it in deep oranges and golds.
(And if you're sharp eyed, her hair tie has a butterfly on it).
Both of their hands on the bottle, Clow leans in slightly to kiss Alta on the nose. Clearly this gesture of cuteness will completely wash away all of her annoyance for him.
"But Alta," he protests, unable to put into words why he enjoys annoying ladies he likes, "I was merely testing your reflexes! ♥"
Needless to say, she blinks in surprise when he kisses her nose, having not foreseen (lol) that coming, "Testing my reflexes, hm?" She quirks an eyebrow at him, "Even so, darling. You still ask."
It should be noted that Clow wins this battle, although she won't actually say he does--merely imply it. Her voice doesn't have near the annoyed edge to it anymore, and her grip on the bottle's loosened.
She gestures for him to sit down on the couch, stay awhile, darling, she implies. "Any particularly fascinating bits to said drama, or just the usual."
It's an invitation that he will accept, too, as he tries to think of anything specific that's worth talking about. He'd rather not discuss the rash of murders, nor anything else that he technically isn't 'supposed' (by logical, human definitions of the word) to know. "We have a sort of coliseum now. It's been seeing use, for better or for worse."
... Actually, he's not sure he particularly wants to discuss that, either.
And thus the real objective of her plan is revealed, she drapes her legs across his lap and leans back against the couch arm, "A coliseum, hm?" She murmurs thoughtfully, "Interesting, that." She glances at him for a moment, "It's pretty much the usual for myself as well--although a thankfully calm sort. Most everyone seems to be getting prepped for Halloween in some fashion."
Then there's the whole business with Jeff, but she's not discussing that. At least not in public (As she would, in fact, ordinarily talk with Clow about it, but).
(And if you're sharp eyed, her hair tie has a butterfly on it).
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If you want some, Monsieur Reed, you're going to have to ask.
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And take is exactly what our dear Clow is going to try to do.
(The wine, Alta. Don't you go getting any ideas.)
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"Excuse me, Monsieur Reed." B| "You ask a lady for her drink, not steal it." You have annoyed her, Clow.
Do not forget, your glasses are still vulnerable to being stolen, 'Lita, Yuuko, or whomever, it matters not.
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"But Alta," he protests, unable to put into words why he enjoys annoying ladies he likes, "I was merely testing your reflexes! ♥"
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It should be noted that Clow wins this battle, although she won't actually say he does--merely imply it. Her voice doesn't have near the annoyed edge to it anymore, and her grip on the bottle's loosened.
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As a Clow is a Clow, really. She sips her own drink, beaming.
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"Thank you, Altalita."
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Somehow. Someway.
Whatever it is that she's won, we aren't really sure. "Now, how are you doing, sweet?" She beams again.
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"Oh, well enough," he replies, taking a sip. "The usual sort of... drama." Handwave.
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... Actually, he's not sure he particularly wants to discuss that, either.
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Then there's the whole business with Jeff, but she's not discussing that. At least not in public (As she would, in fact, ordinarily talk with Clow about it, but).
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