NAOMI ♥ [055]

[scientize]

Who: Naomi Hunter and YOU! Or anyone really.
Where: One of Somni's public pools
Style: First is always fastest, but I'll manage with either!
Status: OPEN FOR CR MAKING AND ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIPS! Come rub the woman down or something equally awesome. I am down with anything

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[chose_death]

No boy would. Just the opposite.

[No one, perhaps, except for that pesky husband of hers that Lupin has not yet met in the flesh.

A tall, wolfish man with a thick French accent extinguishes the remains of a cigarette under his booted heel. He is hovering loftily, with a haughty raised chin and an intimidating stiff back, at the nearest shoreside picnic table. But it is the unsettling gray eyes of this downright frightening fellow that are the most striking: piercing, glittering frigidly from beneath the brim of a hat straight out of a Dickensian novel and framed on either side by broad and fierce whiskers. If Lupin did not notice the gaze on his back before, he should feel it like a drill bit to the brain now.

The stranger's arms are folded boldly across his chest. Even if Lupin truly suspected this neat, forbidding, cleanly beast with the ink-black coat to be Naomi's mysterious husband, that left hand is tucked well into the depths of his coat sleeves. But who could suspect him, just with a glance? He is not handsome, he is not young, and he certainly doesn't look like he would be a hell of a lot of fun.

Javert grimaces unblinkingly at Lupin, his last plume of tobacco smoke streaming from his lips and nose.]

What is keeping you? Do you plan to rub her with oil next?

[scientize]

[Because she recognizes the accented voice immediately, Naomi doesn't even give Javert a proper greeting like any other wife would. Instead, the lovely woman only adjusts that skimpy top of hers before turning to give Lupin a dazzling grin.]

Thank you for your help with that. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't showed up.

[red_jacket]

[Eesh, what a scary face and a good way to ruin what is otherwise a perfectly glorious moment. Lupin can feel his lip curl slightly and-- his hands stiffen for a heartbeat.

He grins suddenly, giving Naomi's side a playful tickle.]

My pleasure, Naomi-chan! And a pleasure to finally meet you, Inspector.

[chose_death]

You have heard of me, then. [Javert looks and sounds completely unfazed by Lupin's familiarity with him. He remains cold, calm, and indifferent, his expression darkening almost imperceptibly when Lupin gives Naomi that tickle.] You must follow the public bulletins better than most fellows.

[He takes several long, slow steps forward, brow and grimace furrowed fiercely.]

Now, are you finished here?

[scientize]

[That tickle? Veeeery unexpected. The woman flinches briefly at the delicate and slightly inappropriate touch, a tiny giggle falling from her full lips before she playfully bats Lupin's hand away.]