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[in-nameonly.livejournal.com]

[Some truly inspired sulking right here.]

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[caughtnreleased.livejournal.com]

[ And right here? Some Not Caring that may not be inspiring or original, but it is performed with feeling as she takes a slow drag from her cigarette. ]

[in-nameonly.livejournal.com]

[Someone in the room hasn't noticed his ~pain~, yet? This won't do.]

Those things kill, you know.

[caughtnreleased.livejournal.com]

So do I.

[ Do you really want to possibly increase your ~pain~ by talking to this woman? ]

[in-nameonly.livejournal.com]

[Better than being bored in his book.]

But not by smoke inhalation, I'm guessing.

[caughtnreleased.livejournal.com]

[ She must have somehow mastered the art of somehow making hostility seem inviting without ever meaning to. This is not the first time she's been randomly approached by a strange man who didn't take a hint. ]

No, don't think that would be very satisfying.

[in-nameonly.livejournal.com]

[Adam eyes Fay, wary but intensely curious. Nothing normal talks like this, but he can't tell yet if she's just an unusual human, or if there's something supernatural going on here.

You'd think he'd be able to pick them out of a crowd by now –the amount of creatures and half-beasts he deals with each day borders on dangerous- but night dwellers, ghosts, and all other manner of supernatural hoohah have learned from centuries of experience that flying under the radar tends to go work better. Since the 17th century, they've never been harder to spot.]

No, no. That, I think, would be creepy. [A thoughtful beat.] Also, impractical.

[caughtnreleased.livejournal.com]

Unless it was very, very toxic smoke.

[ Eye away, Adam. Not that just looking is going to get you far since her appearance is pretty damn human as long as she doesn't call on her wings, but if you keep up the talking as well something will probably slip. She doesn't like talking about herself much, but she's also not always the best at the whole "being discreet" thing. ]

[tinkerfae.livejournal.com]

Aww..

[Matched by equally inspired teasing]

[in-nameonly.livejournal.com]

[Sighs and animatedly puffs a bit of hair out of his face.]

Receiving an "awww" automatically reduces my man-points, you know.

[tinkerfae.livejournal.com]

Act like a wounded puppy, get treated like a wounded puppy, Adam.

[in-nameonly.livejournal.com]

...I see.

[Stares at her for a moment and then... frowns slightly.]

You're a pixie–– don't you have some instantaneous bad-mood cureall magic on you?

[tinkerfae.livejournal.com]

[Raises her brows at him, then folds her arms] And how would you suggest I pick you up, hmm? Wave a magic wand? I'm not Harry Potter, Adam.

[in-nameonly.livejournal.com]

[Oh. Well.]

Ah. I never was sure of exactly how pixie magic worked, I suppose.

[Back to sulking, then.]

What do your kind do, then? Sprinkle something? Use some kind of telepathy?

[caughtnreleased.livejournal.com]

[ And right here? Some Not Caring that may not be inspiring or original, but it is performed with feeling as she takes a slow drag from her cigarette. ]

[in-nameonly.livejournal.com]

[Someone in the room hasn't noticed his ~pain~, yet? This won't do.]

Those things kill, you know.

[caughtnreleased.livejournal.com]

So do I.

[ Do you really want to possibly increase your ~pain~ by talking to this woman? ]

[in-nameonly.livejournal.com]

[Better than being bored in his book.]

But not by smoke inhalation, I'm guessing.

[caughtnreleased.livejournal.com]

[ She must have somehow mastered the art of somehow making hostility seem inviting without ever meaning to. This is not the first time she's been randomly approached by a strange man who didn't take a hint. ]

No, don't think that would be very satisfying.

[in-nameonly.livejournal.com]

[Adam eyes Fay, wary but intensely curious. Nothing normal talks like this, but he can't tell yet if she's just an unusual human, or if there's something supernatural going on here.

You'd think he'd be able to pick them out of a crowd by now –the amount of creatures and half-beasts he deals with each day borders on dangerous- but night dwellers, ghosts, and all other manner of supernatural hoohah have learned from centuries of experience that flying under the radar tends to go work better. Since the 17th century, they've never been harder to spot.]

No, no. That, I think, would be creepy. [A thoughtful beat.] Also, impractical.

[tinkerfae.livejournal.com]

Aww..

[Matched by equally inspired teasing]

[in-nameonly.livejournal.com]

[Sighs and animatedly puffs a bit of hair out of his face.]

Receiving an "awww" automatically reduces my man-points, you know.

[tinkerfae.livejournal.com]

Act like a wounded puppy, get treated like a wounded puppy, Adam.

[in-nameonly.livejournal.com]

...I see.

[Stares at her for a moment and then... frowns slightly.]

You're a pixie–– don't you have some instantaneous bad-mood cureall magic on you?

[tinkerfae.livejournal.com]

[Raises her brows at him, then folds her arms] And how would you suggest I pick you up, hmm? Wave a magic wand? I'm not Harry Potter, Adam.

[in-nameonly.livejournal.com]

[Oh. Well.]

Ah. I never was sure of exactly how pixie magic worked, I suppose.

[Back to sulking, then.]

What do your kind do, then? Sprinkle something? Use some kind of telepathy?