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Post by Clairice-Sarah on Jan 3, 2010 13:38:19 GMT -5
Laurel watched him finish eating with amazement. Crazy. "That good?" Well, that made her happy, though she worried about serving him really hot food in the future. It did mean she was going to start working on much bigger and more extravagant things.
She took the pad and glanced it over. "It's not that bad," she assured him. "I've read worse."
Laurel set it down and returned to eating, sweeping her hair back behind her shoulders. She took a bite without thinking and winced. Now it was her turn for a burnt tongue.
"You're a bad influence, Monty."
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Post by KB on Jan 3, 2010 22:25:40 GMT -5
Monty leaned back in his chair, interlacing his fingers and depositing his hands on his stomach. He watched her once more, smiling like the cat who ate the canary. "Yeah, when I like something I tend to not play around with it."
His eyes turned a deep violet color and he laughed incredulously at her claim on his influences. "Oh, am I? Well just you wait," the man warned as his expression turned slightly mischievous. "I get a whole lot worse."
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Post by Clairice-Sarah on Jan 3, 2010 22:35:29 GMT -5
Laurel stuck out her tongue. "Yeah, well," she didn't have anything witty to say, "I'll be prepared. Maybe." This time she blew on her food before putting it in her mouth, watching Monty from the corner of her eye.
"I'll get you back. Also maybe."
She tried to hold a straight face but laughed instead. A threat from Laurel held absolutely no water. She wasn't sure she could be mean or intimidating no matter how hard she tried.
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Post by KB on Jan 3, 2010 23:51:43 GMT -5
The man tilted his head slightly. "I didn't peg you for the boy scout type. Or is it girl scouts?" He asked, breaking what had started as a smooth response. Monty looked genuinely unsure. "I've yet to polish up on the finer aspects of human culture, do they have a girl scouts too?" Perhaps breaking into better technology than a television would do him well. Maybe learning about computers or cracking a book sometime would be good.
The girl's lackluster threat had him grinning again. He hadn't been threatened in, oh, say.. Centuries. "How, pray tell, would you get me back maybe?" The worst thing he could think of would either involve a restriction of food or another encounter with her screechier side.
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Post by Clairice-Sarah on Jan 4, 2010 0:00:00 GMT -5
"Uh, yeah, but I was never a part of it," Laurel answered honestly. "They sell good cookies. But mine are better," she was quick to add. "I wonder if they have scouts or girl guides in Bridgeport? I'll ask my boss. She's got girls."
When he asked her how she would exact her revenge, she sat back and folded her arms, giving a wry smile.
"I won't make you said cookies." Her smile turned into a grin. "Maybe." She broke her pose only to continue eating.
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Post by KB on Jan 4, 2010 0:26:01 GMT -5
Monty shook his head, figuring out after the fact that the culture wasn't so sexist as to only offer such a program to only one gender. His jaw dropped as she threatened such a heinous crime. "You wouldn't, you can't be that cruel." He narrowed his eyes at her as she ate, speculating her level of kindness.
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Post by Clairice-Sarah on Jan 4, 2010 0:32:35 GMT -5
"You don't know that."
Truly, she couldn't, but she sort of enjoyed having that kind of power in this little game. "I'll just talk about them but I'll never make them." Of course, she couldn't help but grin hugely as she spoke. It was impossible to keep a straight face. Laurel wouldn't hurt a fly. More accurately, she hated to disappoint and loved to please so it was really outside of her programming to mean such a thing.
She waved her fork at him. "So don't test me, kay?"
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Post by KB on Jan 4, 2010 1:13:53 GMT -5
Monty smirked, the affect from her dastardly statement gone now. "Test you? Why," he spread his hands, as if showing he was unarmed or something similar. "I don't believe I've done anything to test you at all... Yet."
It was his turn to look sly, crossing his ankles and inspecting nails that had nothing wrong with them. While the implication should have been loads, he doubted very much he had anything to back it up with. Without using methods that were saved only for unsavory individuals, the guy was a big lump of nonthreatening.
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Post by Clairice-Sarah on Jan 4, 2010 1:23:44 GMT -5
"Mhmm-" she cut herself off as he said 'yet' and then a moment too late scoffed. "Sure, sure." She finished the last of her meal and stood, collecting both his plate and her own. Laurel paused before taking them to the sink, leaning over some to catch his gaze once more.
"...I think you're full of it."
She smiled and walked away to rinse the used dishes, leaving them to sit afterward in the sink. Those she was definitely leaving for the morning. "I don't think you'd risk missing out on sweets that I'd bake."
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Post by KB on Jan 4, 2010 3:23:50 GMT -5
"Don't let it go to your head there, sweetheart." Monty tapped the horns still swirling different colors. "I could always make you. I do have my ways." While he raised the stakes, threatening this and that all willy nilly, the man rose from his seat and meandered towards the sink, fully intending to shoo her out of the way and take care of what clutter was left.
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Post by Clairice-Sarah on Jan 4, 2010 13:46:35 GMT -5
"What do your horns have to do with making me do anything?" she asked, eyebrows raising some as she tried to figure it out. She had no idea still that he'd used them to force her back to herself, and until now had just considered them decorative.
As he moved toward the sink she put both hands on her hips and stood there.
"Would you...? You don't need to do my dishes."
She probably wouldn't win the argument this time, either, but she was going to try.
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Post by KB on Jan 4, 2010 19:38:20 GMT -5
"They're the secret to my powers," Monty said in an overly ominous tone, wiggling his fingers towards Laurel before stopping just in front of her.
"I'm almost certain I could make you do whatever I wanted with them." His confidence was nearly cloying, and he smirked as he attempted to use said powers to make her move out of his way so he could get to the sink.
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Post by Clairice-Sarah on Jan 4, 2010 19:52:01 GMT -5
"Really?" Laurel asked, attitude forgotten in favour of curiosity. "How so?" Without even really noticing she stepped out of the way, watching the horns as they changed colour on the top of his head.
"And you can't make me do anything I don't want to do," she added afterward, crossing her arms. "I'm stubborn. I have people that will testify to that."
Of course now she was out of the way of the dishes, the exact thing she had been focused on not letting him do.
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Post by KB on Jan 4, 2010 20:19:39 GMT -5
"Oh really?" Monty inquired as he stepped up to the sink and began washing the dishes. He raised a brow, looking expectant as he waited for her to realize he'd gotten past anyway. Then, chuckling, he explained. "The villagers called it hypnosis, I don't know the exact mechanics of it but I think about what I want you to do, and you do it."
"Well, usually," he added. "I haven't tried it with non humans, so they or other mortals with gifts might be able to resist the compulsion. I'm not certain."
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Post by Clairice-Sarah on Jan 4, 2010 20:38:11 GMT -5
"H-hey!" Laurel suddenly figured it out and tried to push him away from the sink once again. "That's cheating!" She made a face somewhere between a pout and a frown. "Don't do that." She gave up on trying to move him and leaned back against the oven with her arms crossed. Was she human or non-human? Well, he wouldn't get the chance to do it again, she reasoned. Not that she thought he would, she didn't get the feeling that he couldn't be trusted. But! She would be prepared, regardless.
"So you've got some pretty neat abilities, huh?"
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