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Blaise sits in a booth. No tea. No book. No nothing. He's just sitting there, seemingly staring into space.

How odd.

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Twitch.

"Not nightmares. Just... dreams. Of someo...thing I'm trying to forget about."

Blaise turns his eyes to Yrael. "Things. That aren't that amusing."

Things do not always have to be amusing. And I doubt things that make someone's week 'not so good' are supposed to be amusing. Though, I could be mistaken.

*He smiles.*

They say that talking about what is bothering one is often helpful. Though, again, I could be mistaken.

Twitch twitch. Glare.

"My girlfriend and I broke up, okay? Happy now?"

*Yrael appears concerned.*

Of course I am not happy. You are clearly going through a rough time, attempting to heal. Such things are clearly not amusing. *His face might be somber now, but his green eyes are alight.*

Perhaps talking to an unaffiliated third party would be a good idea. You understand that I am only trying to help, of course.

What caused the break up?

Blaise turns away from Yrael and doesn't say anything for a couple of minutes.

"...death. And a ring."

*Yrael grins at Blaise's back. His tone might be called mocking, or it might be that he is just trying to lighten to mood. Nah, it's the former.*

Ah. But is that not how relationships do go? Was the ring the first rift, then death did you part?

Blaise stiffens. Buggering notcat...

"It... was the ring first, yes. And then the topic of death."

*The tilt of the head, like a cat perking an ear at hearing something that sounds interesting, perhaps edible. Yrael's still grinning cattily.*

The topic, but not the occurance of death? My, how curious, usually it is much the opposite. I fear what might have happened if death had occured rather than just been a topic of conversation. Your week would really be 'not so good', then.

Twitch twitch twitch.

"It's been more than a week, actually. And if death had occured... things might be better."

*The grin can easily be heard in Yrael's voice.*

You are correct, of course. Then she would not still be here to keep reminding you, keeping the pain fresh?

Twitch. Blaise slowly turns his head back toward Yrael. "What. Did. You. Say?"

*There is a curiously raised eyebrow in Yrael's concerned face.*

Was that not right? What I said? If death had occured you would not be laden with the sight of no-longer-your beloved, seeing her who keeps reminding you of what is over?

Blaise slowly gets up and walks up to Yrael, his eyes containing barely contains rage.

"Listen to me. I still love her. She still loves me. We're just having some issues. We will get back together."

He glares at the not!cat, crossing his arms. "Any more questions?"

The glare says that there better not be.

*His face shows neither concern nor amusement. It is a total blank. Except of course for the eyes. Yrael cannot hide the nature of his eyes, which faintly reflect a white light that does not come from anywhere in the bar, shining in quiet amusement.*

*At Blaise's last statement* Just one.

How do you know?

Fuck the rules.

Blaise punches Yrael in the face, then storms upstairs.

*Yrael hisses a little as he recoils, wincing in surprise rather than pain. When he clears his vision, he peers after Blaise's retreating figure.*

*After a moment, he chuckles to himself and orders an Atomic Cat from the bar. He savors his drink in silence.*

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