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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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[is_a_boy.livejournal.com]

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

[mogget_cat]

*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?

[is_a_boy.livejournal.com]

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.

[mogget_cat]

*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?

[is_a_boy.livejournal.com]

Fuck the rules.

Blaise punches Yrael in the face, then storms upstairs.

[mogget_cat]

*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.*