It was not his name you were screeching like a wounded papay last night, was it?

[thomas_dawson]

Who: Dawson and Kieran
When: January 16th, 6 am
Where: Dawson's room at the Inn
What: Overhearing a conversation
Rating: NC-17

Protein. Dawson needed protein, and fluids. While two days in bed sounded fantastic in theory, in reality it was exhausting and draining. But still fantastic. He blearily lifted his head when the sunlight streamed through the

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[kieran_goodman]

She'd just been in the middle of informing one of her ladies-in-waiting that she'd be at the castle on time when the door was burst down, and the noise from the other end of the phone fell onto deaf ears, "I will talk to you tomorrow as planned." So she was confident, shoot her. Well not really seeing as there was a very angry Dawson in front of her with a fully loaded gun.

Clicking it off she placed it behind her before leaning into the pedestal. "I was talking to one of my ladies." Kieran replied simply as she toyed with the edges of the not so clean sink in her (apparent) boredom.

Brown eyes traveled off of his incredibly angry features and down towards the gun that was pointed directly at her. "Now lower your gun you look like Zero."

[thomas_dawson]

She did not just fucking ignore him and keep talking. With an audible growl his finger slipped onto the trigger and tensed with the desire to squeeze. The bitch sounded like a damned spy. Despite the pleasure he got from bedding her, he would not hesitate to dispose of her if she placed him in a position of harm.

A single brow raised at her comment. "Your ladies?" He echoed, sneering. "I didn't take you for a madam, Kieran." Drawling her name out, he was sure to make it clear that he was ... less than pleased. In fact, on the list of things that Dawson sure as hell wasn't, patient was right under 'morning person.'

He did not release his strangehold on his weapon, although his sneer turned into a smug and slow grin. "We both know down to the shadow of a fucking doubt that I am nothing like Zero." Leering at her her for a moment, he smirked. "After all it was not his name you were screeching like a wounded papay last night, was it?"

[kieran_goodman]

With a scoff she rolled her eyes. "Shows how much you know. Ladies as in nobility. Yes, Dawson, I am a noble, from the land of IX. We are going to the palace tomorrow for the ball and coronation of the crown Princess and my ladies are wondering where I went to."

"It's not as if you care, because there's no way I could do anything in your favour given who you work for. I won't allow my nobility to tarnish because of the company you or I keep. That is separate from my life as a noble."

Raising her eyebrow at his overly cocky statement she had to admit that he handed this to her on a silver-fucking-platter. "Dawson, I've had better sex with myself."

[thomas_dawson]

Yeah, Dawson's fucking ass the smartass bitch was a noble. "Of course you are, how could I not have seen that fantasically glowing air of nobility that just shines out of your ass. I must've been a blind son of a diseased whore not to notice. My fucking pardon," he bowed slightly, sarcasm oozing from every pore. "My Lady."

His gun was no longer pointed directly at her, but he still kept a tight grip on the gunstock. She was still a wild card in this game, and he wasn't about to lose an eye to a fucking chance dealing. Nobility or not, it was not of much use to him, going in the same way as the nobles was pure suicide. Dawson might as well off himself now rather than help plan anything going down that route. At least then it would be on his terms.

The 'you dumbass' look on her face as she delivered her line made him throw his head back and laugh. "For fuck's sake Kieran, go ahead. Have at it. See if I give a flying pair of Ozma's panties. You're not the only skirt in the O.Z., although you are the best I've come across so far."