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Viewing Single Post From: Dashed Upon the Rocks of Self-Esteem
Freya LaShale	Jun 16 2009, 01:27 AM
Love Thief Posts: 136 Group: Citizen Member #250 Joined: January 3, 2009	She never asked him who he was or where he came from. Those were specifics she never asked anyone, didn't care to ask. Telling it all out-right made it no fun to hold a conversation. She wanted to figure these things out for herself. Regardless, the damage was done. So he was a magician. Might explain the whole mysterious appearance thing. Yet, it didn't do anything to quell the need to see beyond those bandages... especially when the only glimpse she got were a pair of outright odd eyes. She couldn't recall seeing any two that were stranger, or nearly as hypnotic. "Hmm..." she pressed a finger to her lips, humoring him by thinking. "I could take my shirt off. That'd be a sure fire way to bring in the gold... But," she gave him a wry smile. At least she was smiling. "...playing toy poodle for you seems too troublesome for a hammered lil' girl like me to do. So I suppose not. And you know very well what I meant, don't pretend that you didn't." He green eyes flicked back to the mesmerizing mirrored ones, holding within them a certain spell of their own. "I hate it when you fellas play coy. Always playing games..." Her attention fell to the odd place between his gloves and the sleeves of his shirt. "So, why the bandages? Are you anything at all under there besides one big shadow, Magician?" she gave him the same look-over she had given him. She wasn't dumb. The space where his eyes were, added to the phenomenon along his arms, it was her best guess. And of course, a mysterious wandering magician would be some kind of weird creature. It didn't seem to deter her any, though. His body was more than average. She wouldn't mind gripping those shoulders of his for a night of drunken forgetfulness. ...Or maybe it was the booze talking?

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