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[priestoftravel]

Nicholas Wolfwood was around. Promise

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[no_sin_but]

Reading his play.

It gets a double-take.

[priestoftravel]

Obviously, that gets a brow raise. He had a way of telling when he's being watched.

"Good story. I prefer the first part, though. More romance and drama, less..." He waved the hand with a crooked cigarette in it to fish for a word, "Blasphemy. I like it though, I've felt like saying I was higher than God once or twice."

He'd have said it to anyone, it just so happened he didn't know that he was talking to the man who penned the thing. It wasn't a critique. It was a mere observation.

[no_sin_but]

"Only once or twice?"

[priestoftravel]

"Well, I was a priest."
Nick tapped ash from his cigarette into an ashtray.

"I would have gotten fired if I had more times."

[poisonwine]

Soon to be glomped on by a pretty soon to be not ex-wife.

"Wolfwood!"

[priestoftravel]

"Belle!" He chuckled, "How's the lovely lady today? Oh, since it's getting into the rainy season, I was wondering if you wanted me to transfer the plants into the greenhouse soon."

All business and smiles. That was his way.

[poisonwine]

"Sounds good t' me. I'll help y' out if y' wanna get started t'morrow."

Because it's night time back home now.

"Guess what!?"

[priestoftravel]

"I have no idea." He leaned back into his seat, marking his place with a bit of paper he'd been using as a bookmark for a week.

"Am I going to really have to guess? I hate guessing games."

[cutting_edgex23]

There is a girl watching him from a nearby table.

Eventually, quietly, she stands up and slips closer.

Maybe she is interested in what he is reading.

X is very good at curiosity.

Maybe not at facial expressions, though.

[priestoftravel]

He's keeping his guard up around this one, for no real reason he could define. He knows potential danger when he senses it. Comes from years of being on the run and under fire.

He finally, slowly turned to face her, "Tamburlaine. Marlowe. Have you read it?" He asked, his voice warm, if not raspy.

[cutting_edgex23]

She moves like a weapon unless she's thinking about it. She's--usually not thinking about it, which may explain the 'vibe' she's giving.

She shakes her head once.

"No."

Beat.

"It is a story?"

X has only ever read one story in her life. It was Pinocchio. Her mother read it to her, when she was small.

She was not supposed to.

[priestoftravel]

He nodded once, "A play."
He raised a brow, then. "You are a very intriguing person at first glance. You're dangerous, but innocent. There's something you don't see every day. Sorry if I crossed a line, but it's my job to see that sort of thing."

Actually, he'd met one other person like that, but they were considerably younger, and considerably more dangerous at the time.