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[yourlastdance]

Well hello, City. [Inigo is seated at a table at an outdoor café, the device propped against a salt shaker. He gives the screen a smile and a tiny salute.] I do hope I’m using this thing correctly, otherwise I’m about to feel at least ten degrees of stupid in the very near future. But it pains me to imagine such a pretty girl would steer me false! Even if she did seem a bit preoccupied…I don’t necessarily object to brisk treatment, mind, but the details are everything.

[ TEA BREAK. This tea is delish.]

Now, where was I?

[Pause. Pauuuuuuuse.]

Ah! My name is Inigo. It isn’t often that I find myself whisked away to strange new lands with nary a warning- and by often I mean mostly never, and by mostly I just mean never. Unless time travel counts.

Regardless! [Gosh, this tea is so great.] I could use some company, and there must be a lovely lass out there who wouldn’t mind a cup of tea with old Inigo?

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2/2; surprise!

[virginwings]

Ah, is being apart of the army mean you're police?

video; HUZZAH!

[yourlastdance]

My, but you are an important person, aren't you? Who is this mysterious 'they' you mentioned?

[pause. ATTEMPTING TO PROCESS.] This is all terribly confusing. I'm afraid if I think too hard about it, my hair will start to fall out. Can you imagine me with a bald head? Please don't.

[and a grin] A mercenary, actually!

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[virginwings]

Not really. I just have something they wanted... the twins. [She ain't saying more than that because she shouldn't.]

[And too late. Already picturing him bald and making that obvious opt-to-look-away-rather-than-look-at-him-type-face (baldness is just that weird!) before changing the subject.]

Uh, uh, what's a mercenary? It makes it sound like you sell stuff.

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[yourlastdance]

[ah, he's cottoned on to the hesitation.] If I'm prying too much, I hope you'll forgive me. Some things, I know, are best left unsaid.

[UGH WHY DID HE EVEN MENTION BALDNESS IN RELATION TO HIMSELF SUCH A DOLT ASDKASD anyway uh. blushing a little. and then-]

Not stuff- my services. I'm quite adept with a sword, if I do say so myself. As a mercenary, however...I'm not terribly good. I don't much care for the selling part.

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[virginwings]

[Since he sounds sincere-] Uh, yeah, I guess I can forgive you.

[noticing his reaction, she quirked her lips upward in a small smile as if to laugh as his embarrassment.] Heh. Then how does it work if you're not good at selling your services?

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[yourlastdance]

Oh, excellent. I was prepared to grovel!

[blush] Well I- usually only ask a bite to eat and a place to rest my head at night. Or a few cups of tea in the company of a pretty girl.

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[virginwings]

[What is this injustice and dumbness! Even she knows better and she doesn't know much about social norms.]

That's just wrong. You should get a lot more then that! Or you might not eat all the time.

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[yourlastdance]

[...HOW PATHETIC IS HE REALLY. oh well let's turn this around.]

Concerned for my welfare, are you? I'm touched! Won't you tell me your name?

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[virginwings]

I wouldn't say that! But it wouldn't be good for the person who finds you dead from starvation on the street if you don't eat or if you couldn't fight against all the curses. [Which is srs srssss bizuness to not take lightly. And they really just met so.]

Gazelle.