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Post by Milk on Jun 25, 2010 3:57:41 GMT -5
Shawn half-smiled and looked at the glasses. "Pink...It's not my color," he teased and slid them on. His expression became awed when she talked about her legitimacy. "You're an honest person, aren't you?" he asked in a low voice, his thoughts distant. "I like that in a person."
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Post by I'msoAwesomeRAWR! on Jun 25, 2010 7:01:56 GMT -5
Tsura cast him a grin before shrugging. "Don't sound so awed. I'm sure I'm not the only one." She glanced at him again before laughing. "And I think you were wrong, pink is most becoming on you. Besides; guys are wearing more pink now than girls are, I don't think anyone will point and laugh, if anything they'll probably just think you look hip." They soon approached the diner. "So, do you live in the city?"
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Post by Milk on Jun 25, 2010 10:15:05 GMT -5
"I have a small house on the outskirts," he answered. "And sure there are others, but you can't find many of them nowadays." He held the door to the diner open for her and smiled, motioning for her to go in first.
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Post by I'msoAwesomeRAWR! on Jun 26, 2010 16:55:45 GMT -5
Tsura shook her head with a tsk as she walked by him. "With your charm you probably don't even use you're mind tricks do you?" She asked before walking to the back and sliding in a booth and grabbing the menu which was stuck between the wall and a bottle of ketchup and mustard. She looked over it a moment before looking back up at him. "You ever miss food?"
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Post by Milk on Jun 26, 2010 18:43:58 GMT -5
"No, I don't really need to charm anyone usually," he answered calmly. Shawn's eyes flickered up to the girl across from him as he sat. "I do long for food, yes, but there's nothing I can do about that," he murmured and smiled softly.
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Post by I'msoAwesomeRAWR! on Jun 30, 2010 8:50:38 GMT -5
Tsura told a waitress her order when she came, and waited for the woman to pour her coffee and walk away before turning back to Shawn. "So, did you chose it, or was it forced on you?"
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Post by Milk on Jun 30, 2010 9:17:55 GMT -5
Shawn shook his head, explaining to the waitress politely that he was simply a guest, and was not interested in food or drink. He looked back to Tsura, looking stiff about the question. "There is not many I have met who have requested such a "gift"," he sneered, looking rather dark and monstrous for a moment, his mind flashing to his day.
It had been storming out, so any nightwalker was free to prowl about at three in the afternoon. That's where Cheryl and Dan spotted him, huddling under a newspaper until the thick rain parted so he could get home. Cheryl called him "too pretty to die all wrinkly." Dan had said something like, "faggot, too pretty for you're own good, ain't you faggot?"
Both of them drained him, and his maker was Dan.
"No, not many chose that destiny. Only three I've met chose it..."
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Post by I'msoAwesomeRAWR! on Jun 30, 2010 9:26:02 GMT -5
Tsura sipped her coffee, watching him closely. "Did you stay with you're maker long?" She set her coffee cup down and poured some milk into it. "Feel free to tell me to mind my own business at any time. I tend to speak before I think."
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Post by Milk on Jun 30, 2010 9:42:22 GMT -5
"Oh, that's quite alright with me," he said smiling. Shawn watched her sip her coffee. "I had to. Most of us stay with our makers until we are released from their hold. I was released in the late sixties at some point...If you count three decades as long, then yes, I was with them for quite some time."
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Post by I'msoAwesomeRAWR! on Jun 30, 2010 10:13:48 GMT -5
Tsura smiled when her pancakes, bacon and eggs were set before her and grabbed a container of blue berry syrup, smothering the pancakes in it before taking a large bite and moaning. "To hell with ambrosia, this is the nectar of the gods." She said before picking up a piece of bacon and taking a nibble. "You know bacon's one of those foods that you can eat and eat and still not stop. Kind of like potato chips, you know?" She looked up at him with a small smile then. "Well maybe you don't.
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Post by Milk on Jun 30, 2010 10:16:32 GMT -5
Shawn let out hearty laugh at her jab. "Oooh! I see, poking fun at my diet, eh? You eat that bacon then, and when I bite you later, you'll taste almost like bacon," he warned, but it was all light and cheery. He wasn't planning on biting her...But damn, did he want to. Amongst other things...Bite her and maybe bite other parts of her. Shawn frowned. "You're over eighteen, right?"
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Post by I'msoAwesomeRAWR! on Jun 30, 2010 10:31:15 GMT -5
Tsura felt her body unexpectedly heat up when he mentioned biting her. She wasn't a leech by any means, which was what the vampires of the circus called the humans that clung to them in hopes of being bitten, and usually more; yet just the mere thought of this man's mouth on her body was enough to cause a blush to creep up her neck and rest on her cheeks.
Tsura glanced down, trying to hide it as she busied herself with playing with her eggs on her plate. She gave a small laugh at what he asked her then.
"Why? You feeling dirty for having naughty thoughts about a teenager?" She shook her head. "I'm twenty-two. Though I heard it's hard to tell. At least I know when I'm forty I'll look in my thirties."
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Post by Milk on Jun 30, 2010 10:35:06 GMT -5
"It is very hard to tell," he assured her and chuckled. "Yes, I was feeling bad. It'd be wrong to picture a lusty fifteen year old against my mouth." Shawn's voice had ended in a thicker, more primitive note, something dark and sensual. His eyes darkened as other images drifted about his mind, and he smirked at Tsura. "Since you're over the drinking age, I feel perfectly okay imagining it."
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Post by I'msoAwesomeRAWR! on Jun 30, 2010 10:52:54 GMT -5
Tsura dropped her fork as he said 'lusty fifteen year old against my mouth' and hurriedly bent down to retrieve it. She cleared her throat before setting it aside and grabbing a spare from her napkin. "Bit cocky aren't you?"
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Post by Milk on Jun 30, 2010 10:55:57 GMT -5
Shawn smiled widely. "Yes, I am a bit cocky," he agreed, but it didn't sound like he meant in the smug way. His eyes sparkled, as if he wanted to say something stupid and charming. "How's your breakfast, Tsura?" He cupped his face in his hands and leaned against the table, his elbow meeting the tabletop.
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