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Santino moved into the bar with the usual dancer's (hunter's) steps and settled himself into a table. A rather open table, with several empty chairs for company.

Hair uncut tonight- back to it's full length and majesty- black curls rolling down to nearly sweep his shoulders, the crowning glory his beauty. Jacketless tonight, merely in a white, collared shirt with the top two buttons undone and his usual dark suede pants. Black, well-polished and expensive-looking shoes.

The usual fare.

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Santino smiled. "I think that is a good answer."

[OOC: Gotta run for an hour. Sorry!]

"Yes?"

She smiles herself, satisfied with the words.

"Perhaps I am learning."

"Perhaps you are." Santino teased, grinning.

Beautiful words of her own.

She tilts her head, "And what do you think? Is it foolish to suffer for the shortest of moments?"

"No. For those moments of pure joy, no price is too great."

Her eyes close this time - smile soft and caught up somewhere - a light breath of laughter.

"We have to wait for something, I suppose."

"Gives you something to do, yes."

She narrows her eyes at him - come on now, we are being hopeful.

"It is better to wait for good things."

"It is." Santino laughed. "It's far worse to wait for bad things, yes."

There, see - that was not so bad at all.

Her smile widens and she kisses his cheek warmly in response.

Much better.

[OOC: Hee, icon.]

"My, aren't you friendly?" He teased, grinning.

Her cheeks flush, but she keeps her chin tilted and smile unhidden.

"Sometimes," she replies and smothers a giggle with her fingers.

"Good." Santino said, shifting Lethe once again into a more comfortable position. At least while she was distracted from her melancholy.

She beams up at him for a moment before leaning into his embrace and tangling their fingers contentedly.

Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

Once a proud vampire, now a (very comfortable, mind you) seat cushion for emotional nymphs.

One must sometimes move backwards to move forwards. Cruel to be kind and whatnot.

"We will visit Italy again, I think."

The smile brightens, but her eyes stay closed - huddled close and comfortable.

"Really?"

A pleasant, excited feeling through their joined fingers.

"What will we do this time?"

He pressed his lips to the top of her head, whispered into her hair: "Anything we want."

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