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[ Truthfully, waking up unintentionally in a bed with Marie Delacroix is none too scandalous. Most nights she comes home from work and falls asleep in her clothes on the couch, surrounded by coffee cups and wine glasses and ashtrays. Today isn't much different, though she had made it all the way to her bed where she was enjoying her usual gamut of memory-fueled nightmares.

It's with a full-bodied jerk and a gasp that she wakes, already breathing heavily, but the weight on the other end of one arm rockets her panic to higher state before she can pause to think about it. She gives another startled jerk as she clambers to her feet at the side of the bed, staring at the this odd intrusion.]

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DELACROIX to NETWORK + DEITIES: 08-09-???? re: Nuisance

[Good morning, City. This morning Miss Marie Delacroix is looking a bit under dressed and out of sorts. She's staring disdainfully down at her hand, which unfortunately has been connected by chain to Mr. Andrew Ryan, who really doesn't look any more pleased about the inconvenience. Still,]

Clearly, I will not be in to zhe laboratory zhis evening. I would prefer zhat zhe area remained closed in my absence, I do not in fact trust my interns to avoid ruining anything.

[She fidgets, twisting her wrist.]

...I 'ave been stricken with a number of curses since I arrived here in January. I 'ave to say zhat zhis is one of zhe more irritating.

[More irritating than the cat-hugging curse, Marie, really?]

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It is too early for zhat.

[Marie does have a sense of humor, it just chooses to express itself at odd moments. She lifts the coffee to her lips nonchalantly.]

[He offers a slight smile and takes a sip of his coffee.]

Very well. We can sit in silence, bemoaning our fates, then.

Per'aps I shall.

[She's certainly going to fish a packet of cigarettes out of her pocket. She fiddles out one and leaves it on the table between them. The lighter is laid there as well once she's done with it.]

My interns always make a mess of my laboratories when I am away.

[He'll take that as an invitation to light a cigarette, too.]

Yet I imagine you have no interest in going to your laboratories in our current state.

Not overmuch, no.

Zhey need no more fuel for zheir gossiping.

[They were still giggling about how close she had been with Sephiroth, all these months later.]

You think they'd gossip about us? But surely they'd understand that we were under the influence of a curse, nothing more.

[Not that he'd necessarily mind it being anything more, but preferably without the handcuffed together aspect.]

Zheir immaturity is immeasurable.

[AKA yes, they really would.]

I'm sorry you have to work with such immature individuals. It must be unspeakably taxing on your patience.

I only 'ave zhe City to draw from, and knowledgable workers in zhis field are not quite so plentiful as I require.

[She shrugs, but it's an agreement. It is taxing.]

Are they, at least, amenable to your attempts to train and educate them?

Zhey 'ave zheir moments, although zhey lack some of my convictions.

[The coffee goes to her mouth.]

I would yet still like to open zhis cage.

I'd still like to see your workplace. On a day where we were a bit less... attached.

[He takes a sip of his coffee too, looking a bit ruffled, which is an unusual expression for him, a man who clearly tries to remain as in control as possible at all times.]

[She inclines her head in acknowledgement.]

We 'ave a few pieces zhat may be of interest. My largest project remains in its research stages. Losing Mr. Stark 'as been a blow to zhe company.

I'd like to see your project. To provide potential assistance.

Who could object to zhat.

[She doesn't exactly smile. She is still not entirely at ease here, and when she sets down her coffee cup, she reaches back to run her fingers through her hair, sleep mussed. Her hair isn't overly long, she puts it into a more manageable state, although tying it back would require his cooperation. She thinks not.]

Edited (OH HEY SHE HAS AN ACCENT) 2012-09-14 00:24 (UTC)

[The movement to run her fingers through her hair doesn't escape his notice, and he smirks slightly.]

I'll help you fix your hair if you help me fix mine.

[Cooperating isn't always something he does well, but he sees that he has very little choice here.]

[Blink. Blink. Consensual physical contact with someone...? She feels slightly queasy, frowning to herself as she takes another sip of coffee.]

Very well, a little tidiness might make zhis somewhat more tolerable.

[He lifts the hand that's cuffed to hers, then stands and comes around the side of the table so that she can reach her hair with both hands.]

Go ahead. I'll try to avoid getting in your way.

[She doesn't hesitate any further than that, her hands moving briskly and efficiently. The elastic is still around her wrist from when she had fallen asleep, and she pulls her hair back into slick bun. She uses the opportunity to button up her shirtfront as well.

Then she pushes up to her own feet. Telling him to kneel down seems a bit unnecessary at the moment.]

Does the increase in general tidiness help the situation seem any more tolerable yet? Or is my untidiness hampering the whole thing?

[His tone is somewhat teasing, clearly trying to make the best of an awkward situation.]

[There's a faint amount of exasperation in her expression, but ultimately she is capable of recognizing teasing when it occurs.]

A bit unseemly, yes.

In that case, we should do our best to remedy the problem.

[He pulls his hand back towards his own hair to attempt to smooth it down.]

[While not a nurturer, Marie is helplessly fussy and she has to curb the initial instinct to offer her own hands to the process.]

Thank you for your consideration.

[That part finished with, he studies her thoughtfully.]

And what will we occupy ourselves with the rest of the day?

[A sigh.]

I will, at some point during zhe day, require an amount of sustenance. Beyond zhat.

[She shrugs. They could smoke cigarettes and drink wine all day.]

A few of my projects could use tuning up.

[A vague motion into the living room.]

Small robots.

I'm happy to assist you with any project. I admit, I'm curious about what you've been working on.

[And if he's chained to her all day, working on small robots seems like a reasonable thing to do.]

If, that is, you don't think it would be too complicated, tied together as we are.

[She nods absentmindedly, picking up her coffee cup, and letting him do the same. She has no rules about where food and drink may traffic in her house. She can wait until later in the day to break out the wine.]

I will abstain from any soldering today.

[Otherwise, as long as she can turn a screwdriver, they should be fine.]

I appreciate that. I have no interest in being soldered myself.

[A slight smile, and a sip of coffee.]

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