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[flambeaus]

Ladies, ladies, ladies

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[ruin_mania]

[...

If anyone lets this one into the library while she's gone, Raine's gonna bust some heads like a boss when she gets back.]

[flambeaus]

[ Oh, come on babe.

He doesn't intentionally burn books, he was just too hot for this one to handle. You know, you're kind of cute for a nerd. ]

[arakhnes]

[ HI BEAU.

she's gonna be dropping in beside you and by dropping in, i mean, strolling up to casually in civs. ]

Good job, slick.

[ PEERING PAST YOU into the pond ]

[flambeaus]

[ Have a little two-fingered salute, darlin'!

He shifts, letting the flames die down so he can toe at the water with his shoe. Ugh. That book can stay there, he's not diving into that crap for a magic cellphone book. Even though that sounds so cool. Ugh. ]

I'm gonna have to dive in and get that, aren't I?

[arakhnes]

[ smiles up at. AND TRYING TO SHOVE DOWN THE ANGST THAT IS MJ. ]

Nah. It'll come back out when it's ready. It's fancy that way.

[flambeaus]

[ Come to Johnny, he'll make it better. Or worse. He has tact somewhere, he just left it in his other suit. ]

When it's ready? You make it sound like it's hiding from me.

[flambeaus]

Easy, Pete. Don't get your panties in a bunch, it was harmless.

[ Hey! At least the book isn't sinking down all the way. Maybe he can grab a corner or something. ]

[flambeaus]

Incognito, got it. We'll go with codenames.

You can be Little Miss Muffet.

[forgedinbattle]

[She'll just be standing nearby, giving him a look. It's hard to tell if she's arching her eyebrow in response to the little speech or the flames, really. Or maybe it's his reaction to the duck pond water. Who knows?

Regardless, she's mildly amused.]

[flambeaus]

[ There is duck crap on my magical journal. UGH. He's clearly having an internal debate about its importance, but he loses interest in it when he spots a hot babe. Immediately he straightens up, raises a brow and shoots her his infamous, smooth operator smile.

Oh yeah, he's bad. ]

Hey. Come here often?

[forgedinbattle]

[She is unfazed by duck crap and will fish said magical journal out of the pond before it sinks too far. Have your soggy journal. You're welcome.]

It's a good place to think. [A pause and a slight smirk] Usually.

[flambeaus]

[ NO. It was supposed to stay in the water. Go on and laugh, you know you want to. He grabs the very corner of the journal you know, like it has a disease, stepping back again away from the water's edge -- then he shakes the journal a few times.

Drying it off, drying it off. ]

Thanks, beautiful. I owe you one.

[batfail]

... really, castle? Really?

[flambeaus]

[ He's in the process of putting out the flames when he hears another voice. A hot voice. ]

Really, babe. Who's asking?

What's cookin', good lookin'? It's certainly not my journal anymore.

[batfail]

Someone who you can't even see.

[flambeaus]

Point.

Maybe we should change that. You know, I'm new here. I sure could use a tour.