Considering current events, I'd just like to make a quick PSA encouraging everyone to invest in some breath mints if they're going to be out and about. Because some people really need it. That's all.
[She eyes him for a moment. Back to her, are they? Another sip of coffee makes the hesitation less awkward.]
I'm not sure yet. Considering this place is a Jean-Claude-free zone, finding that 'secret third option' isn't as out of the question as it would be otherwise.
[She smiles again, though it's a bit more reserved.]
I like nice, so long as they have a spine and can keep up with me. Back home, though, 'nice' doesn't exactly mix well with my lifestyle. It's dangerous, you know?
Maybe keeping my eye out for that third option, then, should be part of my clean slate. My life is still plenty dangerous, seeing as I work with the police force, but... it's not what it was. Maybe I should take advantage of that.
So what are you looking for? Maybe I can set you up.
[This is off topic enough he can actually smile for real again. Possibly also because he remembers some other people he set up on dates. Sometimes without their knowledge. Or consent.]
[Her mouth is hidden behind her coffee cup again for a moment, keeping her expression largely a mystery, though her eyes are serious as she looks at him over the lid.]
[She lowers the cup, setting it down for real this time, and her expression is one of some vague disappointment, somehow darker than she thought this conversation would warrant.]
You're not nearly as bad as you think you are. You never hurt anyone. Not intentionally.
[Not like she has.]
I've done a lot of things I'm not proud of. If anything, I'm not good enough for you.
Not as good as I'd like, though that's nice of you to say.
[She's killed so many people. Some in self-defense. Some to protect other people. ... two because she thought they deserved it. Maybe that one wasn't her fault, but she could have intervened. She could have done something. She didn't.
It gave her nightmares, once. Now the thought of Dominga Salvadore being zombie chow just helped her to sleep more soundly.
What the hell did that say about her?]
You're a good person, Sirius. You can't let other people's perception tell you otherwise. Do you really think you're not worth much?
[She sighs a little, shaking her head.]
I can't remember the last time I got along so easily with someone. I'm not the kind of girl who hits it off with people that often.
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[She smiles again, setting her coffee down, then almost immediately picking it back up just to have something to do with her hands.
What the hell was wrong with her? She was making herself look like an idiot.
Word vomit. It had always been a kind of personal problem.]
She's a nice girl. I'm sure she'll cherish the moment.
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[Ah, so many things that are easier to talk about than the whole remus situation.]
Did you find yourself a third option yet?
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I'm not sure yet. Considering this place is a Jean-Claude-free zone, finding that 'secret third option' isn't as out of the question as it would be otherwise.
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There are a lot of nice blokes around.
Wait. You probably don't go for nice...
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I like nice, so long as they have a spine and can keep up with me. Back home, though, 'nice' doesn't exactly mix well with my lifestyle. It's dangerous, you know?
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Maybe keeping my eye out for that third option, then, should be part of my clean slate. My life is still plenty dangerous, seeing as I work with the police force, but... it's not what it was. Maybe I should take advantage of that.
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[This is off topic enough he can actually smile for real again. Possibly also because he remembers some other people he set up on dates. Sometimes without their knowledge. Or consent.]
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Set me up? I'm not sure blind dating is for me.
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Or maybe I should just let nature take its course and see if he feels any chemistry, too.
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So if he hasn't said anything yet, time to look for another option.
[Shame.]
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Well. Some blokes need time to warm up to the idea. Besides, he might not believe you're actually interested?
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Is that what you believe, then?
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Ohhh.
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That would be what I believe...
I'm not exactly a good catch.
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If we're being honest, neither am I.
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Pretty sure I'd win that contest.
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You're not nearly as bad as you think you are. You never hurt anyone. Not intentionally.
[Not like she has.]
I've done a lot of things I'm not proud of. If anything, I'm not good enough for you.
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[Now he kind of wants to know, but mostly he just wants her to not look like that.]
But you're a good person. That's what matters.
[...he's a hypocrite, I suppose.]
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[She's killed so many people. Some in self-defense. Some to protect other people. ... two because she thought they deserved it. Maybe that one wasn't her fault, but she could have intervened. She could have done something. She didn't.
It gave her nightmares, once. Now the thought of Dominga Salvadore being zombie chow just helped her to sleep more soundly.
What the hell did that say about her?]
You're a good person, Sirius. You can't let other people's perception tell you otherwise. Do you really think you're not worth much?
[She sighs a little, shaking her head.]
I can't remember the last time I got along so easily with someone. I'm not the kind of girl who hits it off with people that often.
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Someone better for you. You deserve it.
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