A Bar at the End of Universe...with the outside being a lake in Scotland. It was faintly surreal to say the least, but a type of surreality that Fi found faintly boring
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Santino had been walking the shoreline, something enjoyable in the sound the miniature waves made as they oozed against the sand. After all, nature was to be enjoyed by the senses.
He's always enjoyed dogs, though he had long since curbed his desire for pets. Perhaps it's why he amusedly catches the airbone stick, rather than merely duck his head.
The dog and the princess both pause and look at him - the dog with a dawning horror that his stick wasn't coming near the ground any time soon, the princess with a faint bemusement.
"I think Blunden has taken offense, sir," she says at last.
"Ah, Sir Blunden, my utmost apologies." Santino gave a long bow of the head to the canine, then pitched the stick. A perfectly 6'4-'6'5 well-built Italian man-sized toss. Not quite as impressive as Fiona's efforts, perhaps.
"Lord Blunden, is this your Lady?" Eyes moving now to the woman in question, focusing upon hers quickly and easily. Looking as if he had become tired or bored of his own thoughts, and that only she, Fiona of Amber, could have any importance to him.
"A pleasure indeed, though I fear it's entirely my own." Santino moved forwards to a more personal distance, and gave a low bow. Lower than the dog's, at least. "My name is Salvatore."
Fiona smiles. Faintly amused, faintly mocking - her default smile, really, though there is a warmth to her green eyes that has been lacking for (decades centuries) a while.
"As mine is Fiona Bariman. And, I would not be so hasty as to assign pleasure merely for yourself, it has been far too long since I have spoken to an attractive, and unknown, gentleman. I do hope, though, that you will not disappoint me on the last?"
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He's always enjoyed dogs, though he had long since curbed his desire for pets. Perhaps it's why he amusedly catches the airbone stick, rather than merely duck his head.
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"I think Blunden has taken offense, sir," she says at last.
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"Lord Blunden, is this your Lady?" Eyes moving now to the woman in question, focusing upon hers quickly and easily. Looking as if he had become tired or bored of his own thoughts, and that only she, Fiona of Amber, could have any importance to him.
"A pleasure indeed, though I fear it's entirely my own." Santino moved forwards to a more personal distance, and gave a low bow. Lower than the dog's, at least. "My name is Salvatore."
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"As mine is Fiona Bariman. And, I would not be so hasty as to assign pleasure merely for yourself, it has been far too long since I have spoken to an attractive, and unknown, gentleman. I do hope, though, that you will not disappoint me on the last?"
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