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[subreptitious.livejournal.com]

[At home, waiting for a guest.]

Comments

[rebutle.livejournal.com]

[She's a little uncertain about the whole matter. Strange people (she's hesitant about calling anyone that pretty a 'man') accosting her and inviting her to visit them at home aren't exactly, well, something normal in her book. But she met the her future employer at a cafe when he was complaining about Valentine's Day. Who knew where this would lead?

So, a knock on the door.]

[subreptitious.livejournal.com]

[Since he hasn't seen Fran in days, Jada is likely still occupied with Sam -- honestly, he's beginning to suspect that there's something going on between those two -- and whoever else lives in the house is either quiet or absent, Belphegor transports himself to the lobby in a heartbeat and opens the door.]

Hello there, may I help you?

[rebutle.livejournal.com]

Well, you did invite me to come here. So I believe the question is, may I help you?

[Her voice carries a thick Irish accent, and Bel can easily see past her mask to her golden-eyed fae form, pale and somewhat sickly-looking. Diminished. Arcadia wasn't kind to her. But she still carries herself with dignity and pride, and the curiosity that led to her time among the Fae is still obvious in how she looks at Belphegor.]

[subreptitious.livejournal.com]

[It takes a few moments more for her identity, and more importantly, her species, to sink in -- he's been distracted with other matters, lately. Then, abruptly, he's smiling with all due courtesy and stepping aside to invite her in.]

Yes, I think that you may. Please, come in.

[rebutle.livejournal.com]

[She steps inside, removing her shoes at the door as a sign of respect.]

Thank you, sir.

[faeconman.livejournal.com]

[ A wild Puck suddenly appears! ]

Evening, Bel.

[subreptitious.livejournal.com]

Good evening, Puck. How pleasant to see you.

Please, come in.

[He steps into the house, beckoning.]

[faeconman.livejournal.com]

[ He follows, smiling peasantly. ]

Do call me Robin, Puck is... more of a title than a name, really.

[subreptitious.livejournal.com]

Robin, then. Would you care for a drink? I was just about to open a bottle of wine.

[This is, in fact, true. Though Belphegor rarely drinks alone, recent stress is driving him to try more human methods of relief.]

well, if it's ota, it's ota

[smugfox]

[He's just watching the house, considering what to do about it. How he gets his information is anyone's guess, why he cares less so.

He's not much of a guest, he supposes. It does seem very stupid, even for him, to just knock on the door of someone like this. Not that he really doubts that he'll do it. He does do stupid things.]

sure. 8)

[subreptitious.livejournal.com]

[Belphegor goes from sitting at the kitchen table considering the knife upon it to the house's lobby in the blink of an eye, not wanting to keep whoever's there waiting. He opens the door, regarding the visitor with a pleasant yet neutral expression.]

Why, hello there. May I help you?

^-^ ...and damn the limitation of only 6 icons with open ID

[smugfox]

You may, definitely. I don't know what with, yet.

[He's smiling happily enough anyway.]

Mhm, you really are beautiful.

[Social norms? What are those?]

awww. 8( I don't think I could live with only six.

[subreptitious.livejournal.com]

Well, would you care to come inside until you decide?

[The comment should perturb him, but he's been stressed, lately, and the simplicity of being complimented only makes him smile.]

Why, thank you. I find you to be very agreeable to my sight, also.

[rebutle.livejournal.com]

[She's a little uncertain about the whole matter. Strange people (she's hesitant about calling anyone that pretty a 'man') accosting her and inviting her to visit them at home aren't exactly, well, something normal in her book. But she met the her future employer at a cafe when he was complaining about Valentine's Day. Who knew where this would lead?

So, a knock on the door.]

[subreptitious.livejournal.com]

[Since he hasn't seen Fran in days, Jada is likely still occupied with Sam -- honestly, he's beginning to suspect that there's something going on between those two -- and whoever else lives in the house is either quiet or absent, Belphegor transports himself to the lobby in a heartbeat and opens the door.]

Hello there, may I help you?

[rebutle.livejournal.com]

Well, you did invite me to come here. So I believe the question is, may I help you?

[Her voice carries a thick Irish accent, and Bel can easily see past her mask to her golden-eyed fae form, pale and somewhat sickly-looking. Diminished. Arcadia wasn't kind to her. But she still carries herself with dignity and pride, and the curiosity that led to her time among the Fae is still obvious in how she looks at Belphegor.]

[subreptitious.livejournal.com]

[It takes a few moments more for her identity, and more importantly, her species, to sink in -- he's been distracted with other matters, lately. Then, abruptly, he's smiling with all due courtesy and stepping aside to invite her in.]

Yes, I think that you may. Please, come in.

[faeconman.livejournal.com]

[ A wild Puck suddenly appears! ]

Evening, Bel.

[subreptitious.livejournal.com]

Good evening, Puck. How pleasant to see you.

Please, come in.

[He steps into the house, beckoning.]

[faeconman.livejournal.com]

[ He follows, smiling peasantly. ]

Do call me Robin, Puck is... more of a title than a name, really.

[subreptitious.livejournal.com]

Robin, then. Would you care for a drink? I was just about to open a bottle of wine.

[This is, in fact, true. Though Belphegor rarely drinks alone, recent stress is driving him to try more human methods of relief.]

well, if it's ota, it's ota

[smugfox]

[He's just watching the house, considering what to do about it. How he gets his information is anyone's guess, why he cares less so.

He's not much of a guest, he supposes. It does seem very stupid, even for him, to just knock on the door of someone like this. Not that he really doubts that he'll do it. He does do stupid things.]

sure. 8)

[subreptitious.livejournal.com]

[Belphegor goes from sitting at the kitchen table considering the knife upon it to the house's lobby in the blink of an eye, not wanting to keep whoever's there waiting. He opens the door, regarding the visitor with a pleasant yet neutral expression.]

Why, hello there. May I help you?

^-^ ...and damn the limitation of only 6 icons with open ID

[smugfox]

You may, definitely. I don't know what with, yet.

[He's smiling happily enough anyway.]

Mhm, you really are beautiful.

[Social norms? What are those?]

awww. 8( I don't think I could live with only six.

[subreptitious.livejournal.com]

Well, would you care to come inside until you decide?

[The comment should perturb him, but he's been stressed, lately, and the simplicity of being complimented only makes him smile.]

Why, thank you. I find you to be very agreeable to my sight, also.