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Tazenhani · 03-13-2015, 06:11 PM

SPOILER!!: Hahaha, best to start now then XD

The laugh was good. It helped break some of the tension that was still wafting about, even if the context wasn't entirely a laughing matter.

And apparently, the frog-stealing was less of a laughing matter. As usual, he had expected maybe a verbal protest or some such. The stare he got. He had just jacked her food, but she had wanted to hit his kid, so fair was fair, right? The stomping off though, that was unexpected. For a moment he sat there, package half open, frog trying to wiggle its way out. For a moment, he wasn't sure whether he should laugh, roll his eyes, eat the damn frog or go after her.

Really? Really? Sighs.

Pushing himself up from the table, he reclaimed their unfinished coffees and went over to their table to put them down. For a minute he just stood there, until his legs relented and he squished himself into the booth beside her. Resting his elbow on the table, he held the package up and out to her, the opening pinched shut between his fingers.

"You looked like you were having a hard time opening them. Thought I'd help." Of course she knew that wasn't the truth, and even if she didn't he wasn't putting any effort into it. "And I didn't like the thought of you thinking about hitting my daughter, so I wanted to get back at you." The last line was a more of a mumble, given he wasn't exactly proud of it, but really. It was the truth.

03-13-2015, 06:11 PM	#366 (permalink)
Tazenhani DMLE & DoM Doxy Join Date: Oct 2009 Posts: 6,150 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amur Neverwinter Fourth Year	~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~ SPOILER!!: Hahaha, best to start now then XD Quote: Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo Lex actually laughed when he agreed to half of the list still pertaining to her. Of course she knew which half she meant but not knowing which he attached to her didn't bother her because people's opinions seldom mattered in her book. All that mattered was what she thought about herself and what she thought about situations. Like this one...this situation here where just as she fished the chocolate frog from her bag...he....he snatched it without so much of a word in explanation--as if that would help--and began...opening it. If possible, the young woman might have been seeing red. He didn't...no he didn't. She was hallucinating. The dumb Trainee screwed up her brain when he cast at her and now she was imagining that Sabel had done the unforgiveable. No way did he touch one of her chocolate frogs and he wasn't opening it either. Except that's exactly what happened and the unfortunate sling that held her right hand made it impossible to reach across the table and deck him for it. Most things were impossible right now. No hexing, no punching, no scratching, no clawing and the more she thought about it was the angrier she got. Only problem was...what did a former Gryffindor do when a desired outlet for rage was barred? Alexa sucked in a deep breath, finally coming out of her long stare then carefully got up from the table and stomped off to sit at another with her back turned to him. Punching was out of the question but she wouldn't sit and watch him eat it either. These were the things that started war, he would do well to keep that in mind from now on. The laugh was good. It helped break some of the tension that was still wafting about, even if the context wasn't entirely a laughing matter. And apparently, the frog-stealing was less of a laughing matter. As usual, he had expected maybe a verbal protest or some such. The stare he got. He had just jacked her food, but she had wanted to hit his kid, so fair was fair, right? The stomping off though, that was unexpected. For a moment he sat there, package half open, frog trying to wiggle its way out. For a moment, he wasn't sure whether he should laugh, roll his eyes, eat the damn frog or go after her. Really? Really? Sighs. Pushing himself up from the table, he reclaimed their unfinished coffees and went over to their table to put them down. For a minute he just stood there, until his legs relented and he squished himself into the booth beside her. Resting his elbow on the table, he held the package up and out to her, the opening pinched shut between his fingers. "You looked like you were having a hard time opening them. Thought I'd help." Of course she knew that wasn't the truth, and even if she didn't he wasn't putting any effort into it. "And I didn't like the thought of you thinking about hitting my daughter, so I wanted to get back at you." The last line was a more of a mumble, given he wasn't exactly proud of it, but really. It was the truth. __________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________ I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________ _______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy.