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Sep 20, 2010 20:21

WHO: E. Nygma and K. Sofen
WHAT: Dinner
WHERE: Only the most expensive restaurant in Manhattan
WHEN: Saturday
WARNINGS: Scheming? Egos? Riddles that I can't solve?
SUMMARY: Really, it's just dinner.
( dashboard confessional lyrics here )

karla sofen | ou, edward nygma | ou

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enigmaestro September 21 2010, 05:49:59 UTC

He was already seated, dressed in a subdued black suit with a casually green tie, and idly admiring the glint of the chandeliers above. He didn't suffer the need to draw attention in this room, not when his only focus was the woman of many names, the lovely Karla Sofen. Edward couldn't help the spark of curiosity, nor the equal jolt of want; this information was here for the taking and his for the possessing. What he knew of Karla was useful, incredibly useful ( ... )

drmoonstone September 21 2010, 23:52:56 UTC

The restaurant was, obviously, impressive, and after spending the past few months in a shoddy run-down apartment, living on just barely above minimum wage since she'd been to sick to find a job when scientists and magicians weren't making her deal with Squirrel Girls, Fat Tony Starks and deformed claymation Clint Bartons, she felt justified in thinking that she deserved this ( ... )

enigmaestro September 23 2010, 22:21:52 UTC

"Quite better, thank you." Not entirely true, but his recent triumphs (however small) were indeed the sort of medication he needed. The bumps and boils merely stimulated his ambition to discover what this world was about, and that was all achievable as long as he maintained his ability and resources.

Her hand felt warm and soft in his. It was a feeling that gave him pause, a surprisingly enjoyable feeling. He took his seat soon, releasing her hand.

"I hope you're just as well? You look divine," he said with a smirk. There was no need to fake the flattery in this conversation. He brushed over the drink menu, idly looking down the listed selections. Nothing younger than two decades was available, how perfect.

"Are you in the mood for a red, or a white?"

drmoonstone September 25 2010, 08:42:37 UTC

"Thank you," She smiled at the flattery, feeling a bit more comfortable with the situation and having no qualms with sitting up a little straighter, shoulders back, and chest out. This really was the first time that she had gone out, at all really, but especially since their illness had hit the boils stage. Thankfully that had finally cleared up, and she was feeling better than ever. "I've been feeling much better lately, and especially now that I'm in such handsome company ( ... )

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