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 Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 11:51 pm
Amarus stood in front of where she believed Enzo lived, unsure as to whether or not she should knock or just walk away or fall asleep at the door. Well, this was business, it was fairly necessary to eventually do something. But what?
She raised one hand to rap her knuckles against his door three times.
Under one arm, she had a box wrapped in cloth. Inside it there were a few samples of baked things she'd been working on, and she really wanted to show Enzo something that she had discovered. It was a fairly game-changing development, one which she had only recently thought of, and it would definitely impact her ability to produce more of their narcotic substances without wrecking herself.
Her aura was shedding a faint light around her, and she wondered if perhaps it was not a good time of night to visit, too-- she just hadn't felt like sleeping, as the hole in her wall from that attack by those weird black creatures was letting a weird draft in, and she didn't much like it.
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 12:04 am
There was no answer at first, at least until there came a crash and a thunk from the other side of the door, followed by a gruff sounding reply, "WADYA WANT BANKS CLOSED."
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 12:06 am
Amarus arched one brow, and then her face returned to its expressionless state, her silver eyes staring at his door. Well, that was definitely his voice, so you know, it could be a worse start. She shifted the box under her arm.
"Oh, well if you're closed for business, then I guess you won't get anything sweet," she replied, a hint of amusement in her otherwise rather tired voice.
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 12:19 am
Enzo disentangled himself from the blanket. His sleep addled brain registered one thing- that was a dame's voice! By the time he had blearily shuffled to the door, swinging it open to lean in what his semi-conscious autopilot assumed was a suave pose against the frame he registered who it was. "Oh it's you."
Then he registered the fact he was in his underpants, his usually pale freckled face going even redder than the sunburn he was sporting and he made a strangled noise and vanished behind the door again.
"You got any idear what time it is??"
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 12:25 am
Amarus was going to say something about how ridiculous he was being, especially in the pose she imagined he thought was some kind of attractive, when she realized he was in his underpants. She didn't even have time to ask what Oh, it's you meant, or why it sounded so thoroughly unwelcoming--
Underpants. Yeah, that was happening right now. She did not really have blush to turn red with, which she was grateful for; she became suddenly very interested in the opposite side of the door frame and stared at it as if she was trying to make it burst into flame or do tricks. Amarus was infinitely grateful when he disappeared behind the door again.
"Nice sunburn," was all she could manage, after clearing her throat. "... no, why? Were you sleeping?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 12:35 am
"Well I'm up now," he yawned, scrambling about the mess to try to tame it somewhat and hobbled into a pair of trousers. He was just pulling the suspenders up over his undershirt when he opened the door again. "Sorry toots, wasn't exactly expectin' company. Place ain't exactly the Ritz."
The boss gave a snoring thrum from the pile of laundry in the corner, the rest of the small room filled with the various clutter of a young teenage boy, regardless of what decade he thought he lived in. At least the roaches had the decency to scuttle away as he turned on a couple lights. "It's been a rough week," he huffed, picking at a bit of peeling burn.
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 12:45 am
"If you pick at it, you will make it worse," she said, nudging him with one bare foot, wincing briefly. It was kind of gross, not gonna lie.
For a moment, she actually did feel bad for waking him. "Perhaps I shall make this quick, then. I was just, ah, excited, and I have not been able to sleep recently, so I wanted to show you-- it did not occur to me how late it was," she admitted, making her way through the mess.
She didn't really care how messy it was, because she just walked above the floor anyway, her spectral steps hovering just above whatever debris was in her way.
It was quite the opposite of where she lived. One room, no furniture now except for a broken bed frame, a cracked dresser, and a mattress on the floor that she'd flipped over to hide the ripped bits. She'd also strung a blanket up over the hole in her wall.
Amarus smiled faintly as The Boss hummed in a corner, and she hid the smile as she took the box out from under her arm. "Here, new samples," she said.
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 12:52 am
He was just trying to tame his hair self consciously when her offered box inspired an excited expression. "Oooh! Lemme at 'em!" he eagerly carried the box over to his bed to sit and investigate. "They certainly look harmless... Say, I been working on a-" he glanced up again to make sure they had closed the door again before grinning, "My own product."
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 1:03 am
Amarus followed him, trailing slightly behind, and felt relieved that he wasn't upset any more-- well, not that she could tell. "Ah, see... what I realized was that... well, I have been trying to put my essence into the baked foods themselves. A portion of whatever I put in has been evaporating in the baking. Now... the dosage is much stronger, because, ah."
She paused, not for dramatic effect so much as she was suddenly very tired. "I have begun to put my essence into the frostings instead, so that I can not only minimize my personal exertion, but also refridgerate doses for longer shelf life."
Amarus looked at the floor by Enzo's bed, shrugged internally, and sat down a couple inches above the floor, hovering. "I am afraid to ask what you have been preparing, Enzo," she admitted. "But... I suppose you may as well tell me?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 1:13 am
He wrinkled his nose as she spoke, "Callin' it your essence is kinda gross. Maybe we aughta come up with a code name or sommin. Marketability and all that jazz. But stronger dosages, huh? That's brilliant! Not saying any cat with eyes an brain cells would call you gross, no offense meant!" he waggled his thick eyebrows, but at this time of night he wasn't exactly on his game.
"It safe to try?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 1:17 am
Amarus stared at him like he was speaking in tongues, when he tried to talk about marketability; her expression kind of glazed over. Whatever he was saying, she did not really care about it, she was fairly certain. Mostly because she didn't understand it. "I will leave markets to you, if it is all the same," she said.
"Yes, it is perfectly safe. Mmur already worked out most of the hitches with my earlier dosages in cookies, this is just, ah... well, do not eat too much of it. The sugar will keep you awake."
She paused, and then she realized she was vastly curious. "So what, exactly, were you referring to earlier? Your project?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 1:26 am
Enzo slipped a finger through the frosting on the charming little cupcake, giving it an experimental sniff. It smelled of a flowery sort of sweetness. An innocent flowery sort of sweetness. His grin only widened as he licked off his finger and gave the little dessert a bite, dollar signs dancing through his head.
"Oh! Yeah, yeah! Now don't you tell nobody, but I been cookin' too. Aheheheh. C'mon I'll show you." he hopped off the bed, but wobbled for a moment as the cake went to his head.
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 1:31 am
Mar laughed, stifling it with one hand, when Enzo took a stand and wobbled a little. She was pleased that it was having an effect on him, it would hopefully do just as well for anyone else who tasted it. Getting to her feet and following him, she toyed with the red teardrop shape at her throat.
"You have been cooking? That ... where are we going. This does not seem like the kind of place you would cook in."
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 1:52 am
He gave a snort and a giggle, "Not literal cooking ya Dumb Dora! Aheheh, no, Pidge, my pop used to do it. Figured it can't be that hard, I used to watch him. Ain't killed no one yet," he half walked, half dance-stepped his way to his bathroom door. He hesitated again, though, doubling back to his bookshelf to where he hid the key to the padlock locking it from the outside. He spun the little keyring around his finger victoriously and made his way back. His bathroom had a lock on the outside. "Well, he didn't disaparate anyway."
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 2:03 am
"Should I be intangible for this?" she asked, clasping her hands in front of her and watching Enzo move around, gather a key, prepare to unlock it. What kind of cooking was there, if not for sustenance? It was very curious, indeed, and she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to know what was going to happen once they opened that door.
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