Hm. *he pauses* It's for those kind of days...I imagine everyone gets them. *doesn't even think about the implications of the statement--he's on a completely different page*
I got this job because my sister works there. It'd be insulting to her to lose it. besides, where else would I go? I really only know about mummies and stuff, so isn't a museum full of dead people the logical place to work? Who else would take with only Egyptology as a skill?
Well... *smirks* If a 'cold fish' is non-receptive sex partner, then a 'dried fish' must be even worse, in my opinion.
A surprisingly large number of other museums in Europe, in fact. Witht eh proper connections I don't doubt you could find yourself a transfer without shaming your sister.
*His eyes narrow* I see. *In his mind he calculates that's the second sexually-obsessed person to make a comment to him so far, and the chances the entire site is focused around that* In truth it's nothing so vulgar. *he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a packet of dried sardines* Perhaps you need these more than I do.
The British Isles often have an obsession for the Middle East. Assuming your english is as good as your japanese.
You'll forgive me, but again, you've come to my attention as a person more in need of them than I. I insist. *he gives a bare flicker of a smile* You'll insult me by refusing. *he folds them into the other man's hands* in any event, you might want to keep that thought to yourself. There's some sex appeal in doing things roughly. *his face doesn't change at all*
*forgets everything else Rutherford said one he hears "There's some sex appeal in doing things roughly"; he drifts off into sexual-fantasy-land, and his nose begins to bleed but he doesn't notice*
*he remarks with perfect mildness* Your eyes seem to have crossed, *he pulls out a black hankercheif* and you're drooling. *he hands him the hankerchief*
...Was it something I said? *his voice is still conversational and his face perfectly level* Perhaps my conversation is duller than I'd originally thought.
No, it's yours. Here, I'll give it back to you. *takes the handkerchief and stuffs it down Rutherford's shirt as he passes by, grinning like a lunatic*
*Eyes stops in his tracks,a nd truns very slowly, his face absolutely dead* *he methodically reaches under his shirt, and for a moment, Malik can see a nasty scar in his right side, like a chunk of missing flesh, right against his ribs* *Eyes pulls out the hankerchief and studies him*
...I have little use for such things. *he folds it, and holds it out to him* Take it.
(((OOC: I swear the temperature just dropped twenty degrees in this conversation...^_^;;;)))
Err, nice username, by the way. Very... unique. *stifles a laugh; can't get his mind out of the gutter*
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Hm. *he pauses* It's for those kind of days...I imagine everyone gets them. *doesn't even think about the implications of the statement--he's on a completely different page*
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*snorts* I don't think you understand the implications of your own username...
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No...I must not. *he frowns slightly* Enlighten me. It's not often one finds they've chosen their username by mistake.
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Well... *smirks* If a 'cold fish' is non-receptive sex partner, then a 'dried fish' must be even worse, in my opinion.
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*His eyes narrow* I see. *In his mind he calculates that's the second sexually-obsessed person to make a comment to him so far, and the chances the entire site is focused around that*
In truth it's nothing so vulgar.
*he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a packet of dried sardines*
Perhaps you need these more than I do.
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Dried... fish? Like I said, if they're any worse than cold fish, I don't need them! *grins sincerely despite the odd offer and the uninviting answer*
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You'll forgive me, but again, you've come to my attention as a person more in need of them than I. I insist. *he gives a bare flicker of a smile* You'll insult me by refusing. *he folds them into the other man's hands*
in any event, you might want to keep that thought to yourself. There's some sex appeal in doing things roughly. *his face doesn't change at all*
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(((OOC: Freakin' king of the understatement...)))
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*he walks past him and murmurs* You underestimate me.
*he adds without turning his head* Please keep the hankerchief.
(((OOC: Don't mess with genius ribless kids, Malik! Retribution may be forthcoming! Chase him! Chase him! XDDD)))
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*Eyes pulls out the hankerchief and studies him*
...I have little use for such things. *he folds it, and holds it out to him* Take it.
(((OOC: I swear the temperature just dropped twenty degrees in this conversation...^_^;;;)))
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