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As the glasses connected and the soft chime pierced through the air Acacia lifted her canter towards her lips and sipped on the honey tinted liquid with a graceful elegant poise that seemed to reflect her socialite upbringing. The light-haired woman beamed a sweet grin that was nearly as pleasant as the taste of the wine they were sharing with the sip depleted from her lips the slender built woman exhaled in a slow drama sigh. “Ha, if you could taste all of that in a wine you would be famous critic by now Tambrey,” Acacia chuckled against her exposed wrist at both bits of banter; hers and her dark-haired friend's. “Getting drunk at a vineyard isn't a good idea I think they kick you for that sort of thing.” Once again the white-haired grunt snickered then drew her glass to her lips again and sipped on the sweet, mellow elixir of grapes as she reclined and collected her thoughts before speaking again. Her manner was almost professional for a nuance of a moment, shaking her head slightly the thin framed woman roused herself from her mental musings.

“Team Rocket isn't the worse place we could be, I could still be at a stuffy university being forced into a profession that I didn't like. To me the organization is a new beginning to be myself,” grinning from ear to ear the mediocre medical grunt ran her fingers through the back of her hair, well-polished fingertips comfortingly uplifting the short messy tresses of white she found there. “Even so, I can't help but be nervous. But I guess that is normal, it kinda is a relief hearing you say you get nervous too. Makes me feel way less awkward.”

Lowering her glass to the table Acacia cleared her throat as she once again felt a small blush easing up her neck and beginning to settle into her pale cheeks. “So, ask me a question Tamie. I promise to be truthful.”


(Edits have been made due to character alterations. Please forgive the disruption.)

Acacia listened to the woman across the table from herself speak, a neutral expression was set on her pale facial features as she noted with relish the blush on the woman's cheeks subsided. The soft rue had been present for such a length of time that Acacia was beginning to think that it was Tambrey's normal rosy coloration, it was now the new fact that she was indeed blushing that caused a bit of giddiness to wash over her being.

'Maybe she blushes when she is nervous. Maybe I said something wrong. Hm? I really hope I didn't say something wrong, gawd it would be so nice if she thought I was attractive and that is why she is blushing. In your dreams Evalyn, in your dreams.'

Dislodging the thoughts from her mind with a casual shake of her head, red hues refocused on the dark-haired researcher some two-feet away from her, blinking for a moment as she spotted the outstretched glass Acacia lifted her own cup and gently chimed the two glasses together almost without hearing the reason for the toast.

“Wonderful toast---” complemented the slender framed woman, her tone sweet and low while locking eyes with her friend. Her gaze was intense but lacked the predatory heat that sometimes was directed at the slightly younger of the two. Her mouth upturned into a full cheeky smile as Tambrey seemed rather nervous about having to pick a question to ask her, it was amusing as the woman rambled for a few moments then without so much as a second doubt pinned her favorite color easily. Chuckling against her wrist the medical grunt pursed her lips and tilted her head as the dark-haired woman inquired as to what her favorite book was. Gnawing on her pale colored lower lip Acacia once again sought out her short messy tresses and ran her nails against the follicles she found there.

“Erm, favorite book huh? Well this is a difficult one,” leaning back in her chair her eyes fluttered closed, lifting the wine flute toward her lips; a softly colored tongue trailed the brim of the glass inadvertently seductive in nature. Barely cracking her left eye open Acacia smirked as she withdrew her tongue back into her mouth. “said I was going to be truthful so here it goes, please don't think I am a totally weirdo. Hannibal. The series written by Thomas Harris. But out of all of the books, Hannibal was my favorite one.” A shaky laugh escaped from her throat as her left hand gripped the stem of her glass with embarrassment in the form of a dark blush raising up her neck and settling brightly into her cheeks.

Jubilant. Jubilant was the only word that could describe the woman sitting on the opposite side of the table from her, pearly teeth gleamed in the overhead florescent bulbs as Acacia beamed from ear to ear. Seeing how excited the researcher became over speaking about books. “You are so adorable Tamie, and I would adore starting a friend-to-friend book club with you. Though I am kinda embarrassed cause I don't actually own that many books. I am not as bookish as I look might appear,” a tiny nervous laugh escaped from her barely parted lips as a shaky left hand crept to her pale face and covered the majoring of it. Peeking through her fingers Acacia coyly smirked with a continued bit of blush set on her cheeks. “Don't get me wrong I have a lot of books, just mostly medical texts and some rather strange reading material.” The rosy hue that darkened on her cheeks almost was the color of her eyes, lowering her hand from her face she exposed her bright skin and the goofy smile that she continuously tried to refrain from her features. Reaching out with her left hand again the woman sought out her wine flute for comfort once again she brought the glassware to her lips and drank; this time heavily of the honey liquids.

“I am a huge fantasy nerd to be honest. The books of Pern, There and Back Again a Hobbit's Holiday,” she coughed slightly while seemingly ducking behind her glass for protection at her next acquiesce . “The Harry Potter series. Slytherin pureblood sitting right here. Sickly pallor, pale colored hair, wealthy, arrogant, and a faithful follower of He-who-Must-Not-Be-Named a.k.a. The Team Rocket Boss, oh yes, I am that nerdy Tamie. Mock me now if you wish, although---” slyly crossing her arms Acacia brought her wine glass to rested against one of her cheeks, a wolf-like grin instantly manifesting along the length of her narrow features. “If you want to play the detective game, I would bet that Palu's scarf might be a certain House whom her owner might find appealing---” her steady gaze sought focus into the other woman's deep green hues as her devilish smirk faltered into something coy yet playful. “Ravenclaw, I presume?” The mock impersonation of her best Holmes left little to be desired, even the sophisticated accent that she used to enunciate the proclamation was worthy of Sherlock himself.

“Hey leave my poor Hufflepuff Croc alone! He can't help it that he is a sweetie even if his mommy is an unattractive snob, and oh my gawd don't say anything about Jurassic Park around Ampule he was totally addicted to the movies and I can't go through that phase again, he was completely convened he was a velociraptor for the longest time!”

Acacia's hand both shot over her mouth in effort to restrain the loud laughter from erupting like a fountain of noisy embarrassment; she hated the sound of her own laugh it always sounded fake or too over the top to be real, but that was just she sounded.



'Oh my gawd, I am gonna die, I didn't just do that, please tell me I just didn't do that. Oh my gawd, oh my gawd, I snorted, no, no, no, no! She is gonna laugh at me! Fail Evalyn, epic fail! s**t! Cover, cover, distraction Cretchfield!'

“I dare say Watson, good show!” Acacia declared in a loud full bodied voice that was elegant and elevated in resilience by the accent that just seemed to pour out of her naturally, standing up from her chair with a sudden sweeping motion the slender woman was at Tambrey's side refreshing her beverage within a heartbeat of seeing the liquid refreshment deleting. “I will be right back, gorgeous. I need to go set out the caviar and check on the escargot. Would you like me to bring you anything while I am up?”

The statement set a dark blush across her face and caused her throat to tighten to the point that even her breathing came out as a small squeak, shaking violently Acacia placed the wine bottle down against the table with a loud clack.

'Oh my gawd, Hot? Me? How do I take this, how do I take this, no one has ever said anything like that before! Don't over react, don't over react, women say that sort of stuff to their friends, it is normal, don't freak out, don't freak out! Omfg! She thinks I am hot! She didn't mean it, she couldn't have meant it, she was just being nice. Chill. Stay cool. Don't over react.'

The painful up and down heaving of her chest sent the medic staggering backwards, words barely able to find their way to her lips to reply to her friend. “You are such a tease! Come on, if I was hot I think I would know it, I mean oh my gawd I would at least have had at least one gir---grownup date. Actually, any sort of date. But still, the statement totally made my day, you're so damn sweet Tamie.” Happily exclaimed the white-haired grunt as she instinctively wrapped her slender arms around the dark-haired woman's neck and brought her face down to rest in the soft fold between Tambrey's jaw and shoulder.

The soft scent of lime and coconut mixed with a faint floral undertone drifted sweetly over around the two grunts as Acacia nuzzled the crook of her friend's neck affectionately, slowly the slender woman pulled away in effort to fight the on coming urge to place a tender kiss long the warmth of the skin her cheek rested against. “I will be right back, two minutes at the most.” Reaching forward Acacia brought her thumb softly across Tambrey's cheek stroking the smoothness beneath her digit fondly, her hand lingered for a moment longer than was needed before she with drew her hand and walked away into the kitchen without so much as another word spoken.

The kitchen door swayed open then closed with a hushed click. “What the fu---what was I thinking!? Oh my gawd! What did I do, what did I do, I am messing everything up and I have a big mouth that is what I did. Smooth Cretchfield smooth,” padding along the cold tile Acacia pinched the bridge of her nose while sighing heavily, there was a bit of tension in her body as she tugged the refrigerator open and pulled out the two jars are fish roe. Leaning against the counter the slender framed white-haired grunt sighed deeply yet again before checking on the escargot, the decadent simmer of the helix snails popped loudly bringing forth with the noise the scent of lemon and garlic; the light brown colorization of the edible mollusks hinted at the state of being near ready for consumption.

“Get it together, don't let your emotions get in the way of making a friend. Just a friend, even though she is amazingly good looking, smart, and funny, doesn't mean that you can just go and get all, head over heels because of her. Just calm down and relax. Enjoy just having someone to talk to, Casanova.” Stretching the full length of her body Acacia sauntered over to where the sink was and found herself lost in thought as she scrubbed her fingers, palms, knuckles and wrists.

Crimson hues fluttered closed as the sound of water began to echo into the distance and tingling warmth like tiny pin pricks began to surface across her skin, relaxing into the rhythmic motion Acacia hummed sweetly to herself completely losing track of time.

It took several more minutes before the white-haired medic came back to her senses, ceasing the water flow the slender built woman shook her hands dry and rushed back to her friend. The pinkness of her raw skin was further denoted and noticeable as a thin line of blood surfaced in the folds of pealed off flesh; the crimson droplets unknown to the gaunt woman.

“Sorry that I took so long, Tamie. I kinda spaced out when I was washing my hands, I do that sometimes.” Curtly chuckled the slender built twenty-four year old as she slid back into her chair and lifted her wine flute to her lips taking a long deep drink of the amber liquid; a ruddy smear streaking the glass as she set it back onto the table.

The connection of Tambrey's hand against Acacia wrist startled the young woman, blinking confusedly for a few moments as her mouth pursed into a small 'O' shape; crimson hues trailing from vivid green down towards her own hand. “Oh...oh...that is nothing,” a tight laugh tumbled from now drying lips as the white-haired medic wrinkled her nose and forced her her posture to relax though her manners still seemed compunctious in nature. “I must have accidentally scrubbed my skin raw. Oooospie.”

Downplaying the small nicks that were absentmindedly self-inflicted Acacia withdrew her hand from the other woman's grasp with gentle reluctance and smiled brightly, the action was a cover, she didn't want attention or sympathy based on the odd behavior that she herself was fully aware of yet could not control. “It isn't anything to worry about, I will just...um...ya know wear some gloves from the kitchen. Nothing to worry about Tamie, it happens a lot to be honest. Sometimes I even wear makeup on my hands cause I won't stop scrubbin' my hands when I am in the shower, I go from the loofah to my pumice stone. I know, I know, I am a total weirdo. But it is something that I have done since I was a little, little kid. Maybe it has something to do with growing up in a house with two doctors. Ah---”

Lowering her vision to the glass resting on the table Acacia felt the edges of her mouth uplift into a lopsided grin, somber yet airy. “You were saying about sweeping and mopping? Oh, also, dinner is almost ready, just a few more minutes now, like fifteen at the most.”

Acacia shifted in her seat once again crossing her right leg over left knee, a light sigh followed by a thoughtless shake of her head opened the medic up as if the action caused her defenses to rumble, they were friends after all; no hiding things from a friend especially since she had already decided to herself that she wanted more from Tambrey. Swallowing her pride Acacia leaned forward with her legs still crossed. “You know, you would never made a good liar, Tamie. Your eyes are too expressive, I am totally gonna tell you something as a confidante. It isn't something that I can help, I can't even control it Tambrey,” a haggard sigh, broken and wavering rushed forward. “I have O.C.D., just a bit though. And only with washing my hands, I know they are clean. I do. But when I am washing my hands I just can't stop. Yeah it hurts, it always does, my hands are very sensitive, no matter how often I rub them raw it never desensitizes them. It is pretty embarrassing really.” Breathlessly rambled the white-haired young woman as if afraid if she paused she would freeze up and lock away the secret forever.

Leaning backwards Acacia exhaled loudly trying to settle her rising pitch back into its normal tone, a lopsided grin eased from corner to corner; a nervous smile that seeped with a sheepish embarrassment.

'Well that is in the open now---don't try to cover---just---be yourself Ace.'

Brushing her left hand through her messy white locks Acacia re-situated herself in her chair yet again, uncrossing her legs then recrossing them. Pausing, then smirking fully with the brilliance of her doctored white teeth; a shimmer of pearl glistened from pointed eyeteeth. “Tamie, are you that hungry? Gawd sweetheart, why didn't you tell me? I could have made you something to snack on while we waited. And here I am pumping you full of alcohol, now I feel like a bad hostess. Though---I don't think I am actually hosting anything. But I still feel responsible. No getting drunk on me Tamie, I don't know how I would feel if we ended up in bed, it might not be that horrible just still just a little awkward. Hey Tamie, what's your mommy like? Do you look like her? Do you keep in contact with her?”