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[lostmygrace]

Who: lostmygrace & deadly_jump
When: August 8th, afternoon/before sirens.
Where: Pub on the Docks
Summary: Anna is planning her life and feels bad that it goes against stuff with possible adverse effects on friends. Drinking is obviously the solution.
Warnings: Griffin's MOUTH. Or at least the stuff that comes out of it.

[It's an hour later, like they'd planned, and Anna

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[limitedrun]

[Griffin Jumps to the bar Anna mentioned, right on time. As he walks up to it, he stops when he catches his reflection in the window. What the hell angle is his hair trying to stand at? He runs his hand through it once, twice, and then decides that it looks fine the way it is. It's not like this is anything formal.

He opted not to bring the notebook this time. Griffin knows that his tolerance is crap. It would suck if he accidentally revealed his notes to her. He's still outside when he spots her through the window. Anna's easy enough to find. He grins to himself. Time it right, wait until no one's looking...

He Jumps inside and directly behind her.]

Hey.

[lostmygrace]

[.. Griffin you are a little shithead why does Anna even want to talk to you at all oh my god. She can hear the subtle flux in the air, can feel the little breeze kicked up-- She's used to Gabriel being silent- not like this. So she yelps, glass smacking down to the counter (without spilling, thank god) and she whips around.]

Don't do that! [HISS]

[limitedrun]

[Because he's so darn cute? Griffin is laughing easily, the proud grin on his face a mile wide.]

What? You think I don't know how to Jump into a room with civilians? You're attracting more attention than I am.

[He knows very well that's not the reason he's being scolded and playing obtuse is making him all the more cocky. Griffin sits across from her, not even trying to look innocent.]

[lostmygrace]

I'm not attracting attention. [Sulk sulk.]

[Actually it was part of the reason, but, well. She looks rather nonplussed as he seats himself, but it doesn't last that long. Drinks are to be had- ordered. Namely bitch beers and things that taste like fruity delicious.]

So. The sigils and such are working? Or .. should be- you're not pining for anymore celestial attention, are you? [You're not bitch-fighting with Gabriel anymore, are you, Griffin.]