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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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 Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 5:53 pm
His grin faltered a little over her jest, and he ducked his head enough for his long, dark green-streaked dark blonde hair to curtain his profile. She'd touched a nerve without meaning to. It had been a while, yes, and he had dealt with the whole, 'You're an awful boyfriend,' thing. It just crept up on him at odd moments.
"Well, nîn hiril," he started, trying to pull himself out of the slump he had found himself in. He tossed his hair out of his face as he turned to look at her again, the grin on his face one more, "I wouldn't know anything about swooning women, Stazja."
He continued walking, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his sleeveless jacket, making sure that his book stayed tucked under his arm. Because he didn't want an uncomfortable silence, during which she might ask him a pointed question that he honestly did not want to answer, he searched his mind for something conversational. "So, erm, is there anything that you recommend at this place?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 6:06 pm
His reaction had not been what she expected, and it was easy to deduce why. Or at least limit down the reasons. She politely pretended to not notice and played oblivious to the awkward moment. Though, she did tuck away that tidbit of information for later.
"Neither do I," she replied pleasantly deadpan.
If she harbored a doubt earlier about his uneasiness with such a topic, his jump to make small talk on a different line of conversation gave him away entirely. Again, she acted as if she did not notice any sort of thing. "Everything," the teen instead answered, "They're a quaint little place that's owned by a family, and they'll make anything you want, pretty much."
Especially if you were a regular and tipped ridiculously.
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 6:34 pm
He was thankful that she moved away from he subject, even if her response to his question was not a very helpful one. Though, Damien did appreciate her deadpan response to his earlier comment.
"That's very helpful of you," he said, his eyes twinkling just a little with the good humor that he was slipping easily back into. He'd probably just end up with a salad, anyway. Despite his recent adventures, he wasn't a very 'adventurous' person. That, and if he ate anything with meat, he preferred it to be something that he killed out of need. Not only was the taste of it a lot better because it was fresh, it was also something that was a little more humane. If there were perfectly good vegetables around, he would eat them before anything else.
Thus far, they had been tight-lipped about their personal lives, and he wasn't sure if that was an avenue the should explore. Even if Stazja was intriguing. He just felt that his earlier bout of discomfort might have put a pause on easy conversation, since he couldn't think of anything that wouldn't be considered prying. And, what she was studying seemed to have been beaten to death by now. He fell into a thoughtful silence, walking at a languid pace as he threatened to get lost in his thoughts once more.
Finally, rather abruptly, he asked, "How did you come to learn ... Polish?" More small talk, but it would keep his mind occupied at the very least.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 7:05 pm
"Here, let me pull out a menu for you," Stazja lavished, pretending to go diving into the folds of her toga-esque shirt. The movement revealed a glint of metal which disappeared just as quickly as it had slipped out of hiding. Unaware of her peep show, the Jivvin offered him a roll of the eyes and a shadow of a smile.
Oddly, the silence didn't seem as awkward as before, and it allowed her to keep an eye out on her surroundings. No harm in practicing and keeping on point while walking to lunch.
His question was a prime practice opportunity in itself, and she attempted to balance listening to him with the awareness of their surroundings. "My mother is Polish, and I grew up speaking it. My father never really liked it, since he couldn't understand us very well. I can see how it frustrated him, now that I'm older."
At that moment, she stopped right in front of a small, but elegant restaurant. That was when Stazja fell silent once more.
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 7:50 pm
Her offer to show him a menu was received with a sarcastic smile from Damien, even as his keen eyes caught the glint of metal. He didn't know he was walking with an armed woman ... well, he couldn't even be sure that she was really armed, could he? Instead, he listened to how Stazja came to learn Polish, and nodded over her little story about her father.
And, then, they were stopping. He looked up at the building before them, his eyebrows raising slightly as he took it in. It was an unassuming place, the sort of place that he could only guess that few knew about and the ones that did tried to keep it to themselves. He rocked on his heels once more as he continued to take it all in. "Well, this seems like a nice place," he said, finally vocalizing his thoughts. Though, he did wonder if there was something wrong, seeing as how Stazja hasn't started toward the entrance....
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 8:39 pm
Upon his verbal confirmation of the restaurant, Stazja nodded and opened the door, slipping through it silently and holding the door for Damien. She made a mental not that he, as a man, hadn't opened the door for her. Sometimes, such little habits told volumes of stories about a person, but other times a rock simply existed as just that, a rock. Either way, the observation stored itself in her memory, just in case.
The host smiled at the pair, raising his eyebrow at Stazja having a male join her, but a dark warning look brought his face back to neutrally pleasant. "Just two?" He asked.
She nodded, and after a moment, she followed him to a booth and sat down with a 'thank you'. The inside was as she said, quaint and homey, but beautiful and clean. At that moment, there were only three other tables with people in the entire establishment.
The host smiled and waited for Damien to settle himself as well.
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 5:38 pm
Well, that was unfamiliar, having the door opened for him. He was usually the one opening the doors, and he found that he was now chastising himself for not having opened the door for her. He had to remind himself that it was over and done with, that there was no way he could go back in time and give himself a swift kick in the a** for not remembering himself.
So, there he was, following Stazja to their seat. Once he settled - with a 'thank you' of his own - he looked around. Nice, it wasn't crowded. Damien didn't like crowded places, there was always too much going on. He fiddled with the menu a moment, leaving it unopened.
He glanced to the host, then, wondering why he waiting there. It was a little disconcerting. Perhaps he wanted their drink order? Though, in his experience, the host was not the one that took such orders, just seated them and informed them that their server would be with them. He looked to Stazja, not wanting to offend the man. He'd take his cues from her.
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