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Normally it takes alcohol, or at the very least some form of recreational chemistry, to produce the sort of expression Quinn had when he woke up this morning. It's almost a pity there were no cameras or witnesses on hand. Going from the relatively tranquil face of sleep, to the vaguely confused look of anyone who's come to wakefulness in a strange place, to full-blown 'I did what? I said what?' rarely works out as flawlessly as it did this morning.

He's composed himself pretty well, though- working hard in the dawn hours, then getting to clean up in an actual working shower, will do that. Now he's just got breakfast to get through, although the words An agreement- two years after the dragons are gone periodically surface in his head and cause the odd expression to flicker over his face.

Mind, if you're not a telepath, an empath, or an extremely perceptive gambler, it could just look like he's got a dodgy bowl of oatmeal.
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[personal profile] futures_of_ash 2006-04-28 02:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Unfortunately, perhaps for him, there is a telepath nearby.

But oatmeal always looks dodgy.

He still gets her attention though "Quinn? You alright?"
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[personal profile] futures_of_ash 2006-04-28 02:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"What happened last night?" she asked curiously, unwilling to delve for the information. Sometimes talking helps...

...then again, she tends to be a little too straight forward for most.
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[personal profile] futures_of_ash 2006-04-28 02:25 pm (UTC)(link)
If anything, her attention sharpens "What kind of help?"

She has overly honed "bad guy" alert radar after all.
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[personal profile] futures_of_ash 2006-04-28 02:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Checking "Kyle" against her mental list of known baddies comes up a blank...but that doesn't set the deal completely in the clear either.

"Did he ask for anything in turn?"

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[identity profile] one-eyetothesky.livejournal.com 2006-04-28 02:20 pm (UTC)(link)
He gets a nudge from one side as Creedy sits down to order himself something.

"Something on your mind, then, Quinn?"

[identity profile] one-eyetothesky.livejournal.com 2006-04-28 02:27 pm (UTC)(link)
He snorts and gives Quinn a sideways look before shaking his head.

"Warn a man? Should I put a flashing light on m'head then?"

Another shake.

"Care to share, or keeping it to yourself?"

[identity profile] one-eyetothesky.livejournal.com 2006-04-28 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"Go on."

And there's a small smile, but it's more support than teasing. If something had Quinn this out of sorts, a man with his feet firmly on the ground as he does, it was something to listen to.

[identity profile] amanda-darieux.livejournal.com 2006-04-28 02:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Not an empath, nor telepath, and while she is a perceptive gambler she doesn't indicate that she notices anything when she approaches, "Hello" she greets him.

[identity profile] amanda-darieux.livejournal.com 2006-04-28 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"I've been well. busy but well. How aout yourself?" she returns. Ordering her usual fruit bowl and it comes with a pot of tea. As she pours herself a cup he asks, "Would you care for some?"

[identity profile] amanda-darieux.livejournal.com 2006-04-28 02:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh what have you been up to?" she puts the pot down and sips her tea. What his stomach must feel like if he;s worried about tea upsetting it.

[identity profile] kingmickeymouse.livejournal.com 2006-04-28 04:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Mickey wanders by, heading toward a chair with a tray of cheese. He jovially waves to Quinn as he passes by.

[identity profile] kingmickeymouse.livejournal.com 2006-04-28 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Mickey sits down without invitation and offers some cheese.

"You look a bit occupied with thoughts."

The mouse cocks his head to the side a bit.

"Anything you want get off of your chest? I know y'don't know me or anything but sometimes it's a bit easier to talk that way..."

[identity profile] kingmickeymouse.livejournal.com 2006-04-28 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)
The mouse nods,
"A pleasure to meet you, Quinn. I'm Mickey!"
He laughs a bit and says.
"Help yourself. If you want to get it off your chest, I'm here. I tend to get that a lot around here. A lot of people have been noting that, and I'm not quite sure what made me so popular."