Lulling marks into a false sense of security with her ditzy façade had more or less kept her in business for the year she'd been in the city. A lot of people-especially those that were exceptionally wealthy-didn’t bother to look beneath the bubbly blonde's outside. They saw a cute call girl sort of person, while there was usually so much calculation and scheming going on behind that smile that even Rin would be proud. After all, he was pretty much the master of masquerading as someone he wasn’t.
The waltz was drawing to a close, though she was positive she could snag one more jewel before she completely ran out of time. In the last few steps, she slid her hand around his neck, pulling him closer as she dipped her fingers into a pocket on his cape just behind his right shoulder, slipping the gem into the folds of the bows tied up her arms. There was no mistake this time, just a smooth transition from one position to the next.
The last couple bars were hummed before she came to a stop at the exact same time as her fellow thief, spiraled verdant eyes fixated on the undoubtedly one-way material that covered his. If she ever got into a tight spot, she might have to invest in finding some of that. The most brilliant smile was on her lips, and she continued to hold his hand, fingers resting lightly on his neck, staying in the waltzing pose. "We should do this more often," she chimed. Whether she was referring to the game or the dancing was completely up to him, though in reality she meant both.
Oh, he noticed that one. He noticed most of the moves, for that matter. But they were subtle enough that he couldn't stop them without being obvious about it, and, he was sure, it was the same for her. Still... he had invited her to the dance, and, from the sound of things, she needed it more than he did. After all, to him, it was just supposed to be a warm up. Wouldn't hurt to let the lady have the last say, especially if she was down on her luck. X was no Robin Hood, but he was never one to steal from those who couldn't afford it, either.
"We will."
He'd find her soon enough, or they'd run into each other, he knew, and they would dance and thieve and flirt relentlessly again. But, for now, he didn't want to pull away just yet, and so he held the pose, too, waiting for her to make the next move as they entered the endgame.
Waiting. She had never liked the sound of that word, or the action-rather, lack thereof-that followed it. There was just too much to do, too much to see to keep waiting. Waiting was the one thing no Al Bhed was good at. And anybody who knew Rikku at all was well aware that moving was just a part of her. From place to place, room to room, or just while she was standing. Fidgeting was a natural instinct, one that had been drilled into her head since birth.
So remaining motionless for more than a few seconds obviously didn't sit well with her. Action was imminent.
The hand hooked around the back of his neck smoothly moved, and she slipped her fingers beneath the edge of his mask. She felt skin there, warmth, even through the thin material of her gloves. The pads of her fingers rested over his pulse, and she felt it beating there, almost in time to the song they'd been dancing to. Her smile softened, became warmer. Waited. "I can't leave without giving a proper thank you."
The waltz was drawing to a close, though she was positive she could snag one more jewel before she completely ran out of time. In the last few steps, she slid her hand around his neck, pulling him closer as she dipped her fingers into a pocket on his cape just behind his right shoulder, slipping the gem into the folds of the bows tied up her arms. There was no mistake this time, just a smooth transition from one position to the next.
The last couple bars were hummed before she came to a stop at the exact same time as her fellow thief, spiraled verdant eyes fixated on the undoubtedly one-way material that covered his. If she ever got into a tight spot, she might have to invest in finding some of that. The most brilliant smile was on her lips, and she continued to hold his hand, fingers resting lightly on his neck, staying in the waltzing pose. "We should do this more often," she chimed. Whether she was referring to the game or the dancing was completely up to him, though in reality she meant both.
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"We will."
He'd find her soon enough, or they'd run into each other, he knew, and they would dance and thieve and flirt relentlessly again. But, for now, he didn't want to pull away just yet, and so he held the pose, too, waiting for her to make the next move as they entered the endgame.
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So remaining motionless for more than a few seconds obviously didn't sit well with her. Action was imminent.
The hand hooked around the back of his neck smoothly moved, and she slipped her fingers beneath the edge of his mask. She felt skin there, warmth, even through the thin material of her gloves. The pads of her fingers rested over his pulse, and she felt it beating there, almost in time to the song they'd been dancing to. Her smile softened, became warmer. Waited. "I can't leave without giving a proper thank you."
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