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[bayonetinstride]

Who: Lady (bayonetinstride) and Lavi (wtbindifference); open to Dante and Trish sworn_swords/artificialdevil if you feel like running into them.
What: Lady meets with Lavi on her way to Dante's playhouse.
Where: Nearing the residential area.
When: Late afternoon.

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[wtbindifference]

It didn't take him long to find her, really, but when he did, Lavi paused to double-check the location ping. Twice. Because women who looked like that, who were dressed like that--

No. No, it was a stupid thing to think. Eliade had worn less, and Lenalee didn't really wear much more. And how much or little clothing was acceptable on a woman, that depended a lot on where she was from.

But after spending the last few years with the Order, he had to admit that he was slightly stunned by the sight of her bare skin.

It really shouldn't have mattered one way or the other. Even if she was (and that was a big if), she obviously wasn't looking for a client right now. So what business was it of his, if she sold her flesh?

Still, he felt a little apprehensive as he approached her, and hesitated a beat before grinning and waving.

"Hi," he said. "You're Lady, right?"

[bayonetinstride]

She looked up at the sound of his voice, and a hint of a smirk crawled upon her face. She was a bit amused by the reaction he had by the sight of her. It's not exactly something she was used to, especially around the people she had grown accustomed to being around.

He seemed like a nice guy, though. If anything unexpected should arise, she would be prepared.

"The one and only," she answered. She stood herself up, placing Kalina Ann on the ground next to where she was previously sitting. She shifted her weight to one leg, a hand on her hip, and extended her free hand to him in greeting.

"You're Lavi, I take it?"

[wtbindifference]

Lavi tipped his head back, smiling more widely. "That's my name," he agreed. His eyes dipped briefly. "I'd say 'Don't wear it out,' but... you're kind of welcome to." Which -- sounded a little different from how he'd meant it to.

Or maybe it didn't. Maybe it sounded exactly how he'd meant it to. She was an extremely good-looking woman, shocking bare skin and all.

"Hey," he added, a bit distracted, "you've gotta be cold, right? Want my coat?"

[bayonetinstride]

Lady rolled her eyes at his initial comment, although realizing that she'd already taken off her shades, tried to catch herself before he noticed. With her luck, though, and those strikingly attention-grabbing eyes of hers...

Then again, maybe he wouldn't, if where his eyes were distracted him enough. She slid her eyes off to the side, then casually crossing her arms over her chest - although not because of where she assumed he was looking. She actually didn't care about that at all, unless it created some sort of problem.

"Nah, I'm used to this kind of thing," she responded, her multicolored eyes veering back toward him before continuing to speak. "So, have you been here long?"