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 Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 10:49 am
He seemed to have been successful. That was a thing that Mica felt a sense of pride for. If he could encourage the mage to view him in a more 'fond' manner it would be highly possible to get more out of him at a later date. Micarreth would just have to be exceptionally careful was all. He did not want to corner himself with his words or actions. Nor did he want to accidently incite a bad ending to their...aquaintiship.
Micarreth rose as Tal spoke to him. It was obvious they had headed to this room together. Micarreth had only been thinking about getting the mage to leave so he could congradulate himself and begin pouring over the materials he had been given.
"You have a point at that." Micarreth grudgingly accepted as he rose off the bed with Tal's offered help. With a glance downwards he reached for the sheets of the bed and began to pull them off. Tossing them to the floor, along with the pitiful exuse for a pillow, Mica collected the papers and began to open the front of his shirt to conceal them within.
"Just in case someone gets a little curious. A bit of 'physical evidence' left behind might prove a bit useful."
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 4:52 pm
Tal looked at teh bed and then smiled at Mica. "You know if you wanted to make it really believable... I'm in no rush to be anywhere, are you?" Tal just couldn't help himself and a light chuckle escaped his lips as he wrapped an arm around Mica's waist. "Then again I suppose you have a lot of reading to do, I shouldn't distract you from your work."
Pointing his staff at the door with his free hand, Tal muttered a word and there was a click from the handle followed a moment after by the door swinging open by itself. "I have to say all in all this evening went far better then I had originally hoped."
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 5:14 pm
Tal's arm slid around his waist, and Mica fought against the urge to tense up slightly. He had not expected Tal to..well...touch him.... This was their first meeting after all. A brief grazing touch was perhaps all he expected. But a hold the likes of which he currently felt around his waist was utterly unexpected.
If he pulled away Mica was certain he would lose whatever edge he had successfully managed to forge. Besides, he consoled himself after just a moment, it was only a arm around the waist. Nothing improper or dangerouse at all about that.
"Ah. I am afraid you are quite right. I have a lot of reading to do." Mica agreed as he pulled his shirt closed over the papers. "As well as planning. I must have my back up plan in place and ready just in case I can't manage to get ahold of this ring. Time is a very important matter that should not be wasted right now...."
Mica's head tilted towards the door in time to witness it swinging open all on it's own. That would have to be something he kept in mind later. "I will agree with you on that Tal. I had not been anticipating anything more then a drink tonight."
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 5:38 pm
Tal let out a small sigh, in a way he was thankful Mica was so dedicated to teh job, right then Tal wasn't certain he'd be able to stop himself if Mica had shown a real interest and the ring was teh more pressing matter right now. Tal would have plenty of opportunities to get to know Mica after teh ring was destroyed. Walking out the door Tal turned down teh hallway back the way they had come, arm still resting lightly round Mica's hips. Tal rather liked the feeling of having Mica held that close, just a pity their clothes were still in teh way. It was that particular thought that kept Tal in a daydream until they were back in teh common room of the bar.
Tal finally took his arm from around Mica and faced the young thief. "I guess this is where we part. I look forward to your success and our next meeting." Tal's hand came up towards Mica's face, but at teh last minute he seemed to have a change of heart, his hand changing direction to lightly brush through Mica's hair instead. "Well then good bye, my boy." Tal turned and started out the bar, with an uncharacteristically happy smile on his face.
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