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Post by Daclus Mascun on Sept 1, 2012 21:23:32 GMT -5
"It was at least 70% snark in my book." Resting his chin on one hand, he gave her a more inquisitive look. "And as for you, Arceme? What's your angle here?"
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Post by Arceme Fleche on Sept 1, 2012 21:26:06 GMT -5
Arceme reconsidered putting her hand down and decided to reach up and ruffle his hair. "Simply trying to figure out what the other players are like...though I have only met you and Fiorth. Both of you are shameless flirts." Her lips pursed slightly.
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Post by Daclus Mascun on Sept 1, 2012 21:28:47 GMT -5
"Fiorth, bleh." He didn't mention the fact that Fiorth was basically his evil counterpart (in his mind.) "Fiorth thinks he's really refined and then he goes and hides in his hive for a sweep. I don't know how Tetrap deals with him."
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Post by Arceme Fleche on Sept 1, 2012 21:31:59 GMT -5
"Tetrap? Should I know who that is?" Arceme canted her head to the side, her fingers still buried in Daclus's hair, instinctively starting to scratch his scalp.
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Post by Daclus Mascun on Sept 1, 2012 22:02:16 GMT -5
Daclus unconsciously turned his head to give her more access to his scalp. "Fiorth's matesprit, last time I checked. They're pretty low-key about it I guess, maybe since Tetrap's, well." He fluttered his hands next to his cheeks as if to say "gills, not got any."
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Post by Arceme Fleche on Sept 1, 2012 22:04:32 GMT -5
"Oh how sordid" Arceme's other hand joined it's partner in the affectionate treatment of Daclus' scalp. "I would not know what having any quadrants filled feels like." and if she were to be honest with herself the whole idea frightened her. She could only fight of the drones for so long if they ever came for her.
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Post by Daclus Mascun on Sept 1, 2012 22:14:08 GMT -5
With a small sigh, Daclus half-nodded. "Quadrants are tricky business. Back when I was six, I had a moirail. That went sour in a bad way. Also I didn't take you for the type to pet people, though I have to say I'm used to being pet."
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Post by Arceme Fleche on Sept 1, 2012 22:15:15 GMT -5
"I do the same for my lusus....She's all I have ever known so despite what you might think physical affection is not above me." Troll hair was very different from the thick fur of her Deer Mom.
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Post by Daclus Mascun on Sept 1, 2012 22:17:37 GMT -5
"Mm. I can't say I'm that shocked really. This is old hat for me." He waved a hand around vaguely. "Not that I'm adverse to physical affection I guess. But uh. Guess I wasn't expecting you to just dive right in there."
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Post by Arceme Fleche on Sept 1, 2012 22:20:46 GMT -5
"I'm not quite sure why I felt so compelled to either." Arceme's mind was still on the idea that she never even had an inkling of a moirail, or a kismesis even. She wondered why her lusus kept her from the other trolls. It made her bite her lower lip and her arms tense up for a moment.
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Post by Daclus Mascun on Sept 1, 2012 22:23:01 GMT -5
Chuckling quietly, Daclus disentangled himself from her hands, smoothing his hair back down to its normal level of untidiness. "Well, I think that's enough shenanigans. Don't want to give me the wrong idea, eh?"
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Post by Arceme Fleche on Sept 1, 2012 22:24:57 GMT -5
She pulled her hands back into her lap and had to look down to hide the concern that was crossing her face. "Yes. Of course."
A pregnant pause and she stood and spoke again. "I apologize. I should probably go now."
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Post by Daclus Mascun on Sept 1, 2012 22:34:41 GMT -5
"You can stay as long as you want, but I'm sure you've got stuff to do besides hang out with me." Daclus shrugged, glancing at the clock on the wall. "Oh wait fuck." In an instant he was on his feet, throwing a desk drawer open and rifling through it. "Tonight's..."
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Post by Arceme Fleche on Sept 1, 2012 22:39:22 GMT -5
"Tonight...." She followed him for a step or two then started to move back towards the door. She had a lot on her mind now and she was becoming anxious in a way that made her very uncomfortable.
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Post by Daclus Mascun on Sept 1, 2012 22:51:12 GMT -5
"Wow I'm so sorry, I have to go soon. There's this uh, thing I have to go do." Pausing, he flipped the hand-made calendar in his hand over. "Hey... you okay?"
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