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[She nods slowly, but keeps her eyes on him, acting for all the world like a skittish pony.] Right, good. Let's keep that not-hurting thing up. Did you want to buy an anatomically correct pastry today?

Yes. Please. [Sam grabs a few bills from a grubby coat pocket and puts them on the counter, for all the world as scared as Fran is.]

Is this enough?

OOC: My day consists of waking up and doing details. What else am I gonna do? I bought Promethean, and I've been itching to make one. Also bought Changeling, so one of those may be next.]

(ooc: Yeah, but you don't go back to the ones you have made. I dropped a suitable character in aegisdetective's MMW, and you still haven't told me you love me for that yet. :P

Also, Promethean was my first WoD book, before even the core...sexy. Also also, when you make your ling, PM me--you can tie background to Phaedra's, if you like.)

Yes, sir. [She passes him a chocolate cream-filled dick pastry, and makes change, handing both over while being very careful not to touch him.]

OOC: I told you when you met me that I'm easily distracted by shiny things. You know how to make me pay attention? Kick me and remind me.

Also, what suitable character? And I haven't given up Olivier. I still play him.

Thank you, miss. [He takes the penis in question and steps back some, trying to show her he doesn't mean any harm. He doesn't even take the change.]

(*kicks* Anne York, Hollywood actress and ceremonial magician. Luck magic helps you get the good roles, enchantment gets the guys, but she wants more power. A good partner to bring along for jobs at glamorous parties. She's going to end up an antag to the Family eventually. Details on that if you PM and say please.)

[She drops the change in the tip jar, wanting to hold onto it for as little time as possible, and then moves on to scrub at the counter. Because there are two things she does when nervous: goes for her dagger and cleans.]

[He takes a shuddering breath, shaking his head to try to clear it of....whatever it is that's got his nerves jumping.]

Good, 'cause I don't want to hurt you.

That's-- that's good. [He doesn't ease up, though. He knows that look.]

[Fear's something he lived with every day when he was a kid so this...this is something he can deal with. It'd just taken him by surprise.]

So...what're you?

Yeah well, how am... *She frowns putting her fingers to her temple lightly.* Whatever you're doing please stop. It's hard to think...

*Yes she's trembling a little*

[She looks for all the world like a skittish cat, he caught her by surprise. And speaking of cats, there's a small gray tabby at her feet that's glaring. Because how dare you frighten his friend. But she looks past the aura to see that he really doesn't have bad intentions.]

No, it's okay. I believe you...

"Considering that's impossible," Lucifer begins, "I'll buy that."

[Touya is used to seeing auras, sometimes incredibly strange ones. So he can see Sam's as well as feel how it makes his skin crawl. He had subconsciously taken a step back, into a more defensive stance, he doesn't change position, just nods once]