thirty-two shots and he is so lost

[echivoc]

[since he cannot sit under a random tree and just observe the day away like he usually does, Cross is occupying the lobby with the last bit of a cigarette in his mouth. he is sitting in an armchair, twirling a chrome cigarette lighter in his hand and just staring at it. the look on his face can be summed up as HOW DOES IT WORK]

[ooc; open post

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[chaosphiliac]

[ how do you like Eris swirling around him, smirking ]

Thinking, my dear?

[echivoc]

[Cross approves of this swirling, but only because there is quite the sexy female emanating from it]

Brainstorming, beautiful.

[chaosphiliac]

[ she'll be disappearing and reappearing, sitting on the back of his chair, end smoking a smoke ]

Over what?

[echivoc]

[stops spinning the cigarette and holds it between his index finger and thumb, looking up at her]

What can it do besides the obvious, I wonder?

[madetobe]

General?

[man, he was doing so well at avoiding you]

[echivoc]

[hey, he let you sashay out of the Order. it isn't like he's going to drag you back in]

Tiedoll's brat. [keeps spinning that lighter~]

[madetobe]

[yeah but you're YOU, Cross]

Tch. I'm no one's anything.

[what the hell is the general doing? Is this a trap? He's looking at your lighter warily. He's heard stories about you, man.]

[echivoc]

[as far as he knows, you are not his problem, and thus his "could give a damn" meter is empty.

still a-spinnin' that lighter, and now Cross throws the swordsman a glance] Is there a problem?

[integrability]

[Integra had been walking through the lobby when she saw the General looking at the lighter as though it were an unsolvable riddle. Pausing, she leaned over to look a little closer.]

Is something troubling you?

[echivoc]

[he stops twirling it as she appears in his peripheral vision.]

Nothing too serious.

[integrability]

I am pleased to hear it.

[echivoc]

And how are you doing, Integra?