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[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

Montparnasse is still here. He can't leave after all. He's never going to be happy about this fact. And yet, he's not having a particularly bad day. He's seen few enough people he knows, therefore the people he has spoken to haven't all hated him. Silly them.

Then again he doesn't really care if people do, as long as he doesn't have to hear about it.
So come bother him. Hate him or not. He might snark either way. Or be completely indifferent. Only one way to find out.

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[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Really it should be no surprise that Sarah's there, really it shouldn't.

Also it should be no surprise that she has successfully rumpled his hair, yet again.

Another not-surprise would be the lopsided grin.

"So, how's everyone's favorite nibbleneck today?" she asked brightly, flopping into the opposite seat.

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

He grins as well. In a similar manner and shakes his head. Honestly, he'd given up fighting it.

"Not everyone's favorite, but beyond that, he's well enough." He's also apparently speaking in third person at the moment.

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

She flicked her fingers dismissively, "Not everyone's favorite yet. Just apply yourself and it won't be long, these things never are."

it was quite possible that she was teasing. But on days like this it was difficult to say.

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

He nods absently. It's quite possible that he doesn't care. Feel free to thwap him, or poke him. Just not with sharp sticks. It might make him cranky.

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Sarah just sighed melodramatically, rolling her eyes ceilingward a moment before shaking her head, eyeing him critically.

It was quite possible that she was calculating the best thwapping angle, but it was hard to say.

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

He turns and blinks at her innocently.

"...What?" Yeah, oh so innocent.

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Two can play at that game, she just blinks, eyes wide, almost but not quite sparkly, "Hm? What?"

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

He nods.

"Exactly. You see my dilemma."

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

She flicked her fingers dismissively again, "Pfeh."

Then of course came the magic trick, which consisted of rolling a half-dollar across her knuckles and making it dissappear. Which was simple really, if you caught it right with the thumb it could be dropped right into a sleeve with no one noticing.

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

He smirks disinterestedly. Not much really has interested him today, besides the fellow he met earlier, but that was a matter of luck, and a large sword.

Montparnasse had been a pickpocket after all. He'd learned all sorts of similar tricks.

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Sarah pouted, she had quite a spectacular pout when she put her mind to it, "The least you could do is call me clever."

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

"Clever?" He raises an eyebrow and snorts. "Adroit, deft, tricky, nimble, or smooth perhaps. Not so clever."

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

"Ooh, those are better." She smiled further, chin resting on her hands, elbows on the table, "Say them again."

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

"Well, well. You've made yourself scarce lately. Pity you couldn't keep it up longer. Oh well -- you can break your record next time, right?" Gorlim leans against a nearby table with a smirk.

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

"As long as I need to." He agrees. "All of eternity if I had a say in the matter."

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

"Luckily for you, eternity will be ending in about..." He glances at the observation window. "Twenty minutes." He's seen the show a few times -- he knows how long it is from all the major plot points, like when that Big Glowy Purple Mass on the Left collides with the Smaller Orangey Pulsating Caterpillar-Like Thing near the Bottom of the Window, as was occurring right now, you knew it was time to start saying your last Rosary. "Although you'll get another chance as soon as it's over," he adds hopefully. "So really. Where HAVE you been, lettuce-boy? You smell different."

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

"I'd imagine that I do." He replies blandly. "I've been in Prague. I noticed that that city smelled rather like radishes." Just an observation. A totally facetious one.

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

"Funny, YOU smell rather a lot more like something that's been dead long enough to have been gnawed significantly by the wolves," Gorlim observes sweetly.

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

"I just bathed. That's likely more than you can claim."

The lack of breathing might be another hint in the correct direction. Or the deathly paleness. Perhaps that his skin is cold...

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

"That much I'll grant, but I've been... preoccupied." He eyes Nasse. There is something very definitely Not Right here. Concepts like the undead do not have names as such where he comes from, and vampires are, well... different.

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

"Is something wrong, monsieur?" He asks innocently. He's not going to make this easy.

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

"Considering I'm talking to you, the answer is most probably yes, but I'll be damned if I can figure out exactly WHY..." Gorlim edges around Nasse, now distinctly troubled.

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

"That seems like good enough reason to me, but-" He shrugs. "anything I can do to help?"

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

He thinks about it.

"Give me another hint?" He pokes Nasse curiously.

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

"A hint? Mon Dieu but you are insufferable." Ok, he will make it easier than expected. He grins. And if Gorlim is paying attention, he might notice the fangs.