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MINGLING POST

[I hope that everyone in Accord has wish-machine'd up some sweaters, because it's getting cold outside! especially around the Tower, what with all those delightful ocean winds around to make things extra-chilly. it's not so bad indoors, though. the Stewards have been doing a good job of keeping the place nice and warm for you.

so what has the crazy tower bunch been up to? jumping in leaf piles? huddling inside for warmth? trying to break the world record for most cookies baked in a week? plotting to murder everyone with horrible death magic? there's plenty to be doing and plenty of people to bother, so go talk to your neighbors! make a friend, or talk to someone you haven't seen in a while! or just, you know, stumble awkwardly into their business. that works too.]

[[ooc: aw yeah, mingling post! make your own comment, tag other people's comments, go crazy!]]

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[ha, he's trying not to find amusement in the fact that she's cold. Well, it's more of finding amusement at himself for being kind of a jerk.

But, hey, he's about to fix it, so...]

I have something for you. Are you in your room?

[She hesitates a moment, because other people in her room was a rule she wasn't sure she was ready to violate.]

Why don't we meet somewhere? Lobby or, whatever?

[he huffs a little bit of a sigh, but relents]

That works just as well, I suppose. I'll be down in a minute, if you're around.

See you there.

[Hah! Score for her! Except, she's going to have to leave the little nest she's made herself, and that means venturing out into the hallways, which are a mite bit cooler than her room. She'll be showing up, wearing a worn sweater that only Cosby would love, jeans, and workboots that have already seen their fair share of work.]

[he shows up dressed as nicely as ever, and whatever it is that is folded over his arm seems just as nice, even though all that can be seen for sure at the moment are clean folds of red cloth.

And he seems pretty proud of himself as he strolls into the lobby, head held high and already smirking]

[Sandrine tries not to watch him too ruefully, arms crossed and shoulders hunched against the cold, but her curiosity piques at the red cloth and cuases her to lose just a fraction of that edge.]

Glad you could find me.

Ha, yes.

[and he stops a respectful distance away, then nods for her to step over]

Though, if you hadn't spoken up, you might never have gotten your present at all, and what a shame that would have been.

I'll decide if it's a shame once I've seen it. [She quips back, but follows when he motions. At this point, she was willing to take any distraction over the cabin fever she'd been subjecting herself to.]

[cabin fever does make one feel inclined to be friendlier than usual, doesn't it? He certainly agrees.

And he appreciates the quip--mostly because he's completely confident that she'll like what he has.

Holding it up by the shoulders, he shows off a wonderful red wool coat. It's fitted and modest, while having a cute little detail of faux-lacing up the back]

[She goes quiet and still, looking at it. It ... really is beautiful, and it does look warm, but she was still wary about gifts.]

[But she wanted it. Now more than ever, she needed to feel that enveloping warmth. She reaches out to finger one of the sleeves, to feel how soft and thick it was.]

I ... why do I deserve this, again? [Her voice is quiet and hesitant, and she realizes as soon as the words are out just how pathetic it sounds.]

[if there is anything odd or silly about her question, he doesn't let any sign of it reach his face. He's casually gracious about it, remarking so offhandedly]

Because we'd agreed to it--I'd get you something nice to wear, if you managed to serve as a good partner for dinner conversation.

[whatever the terms of the exchange were, he still considered it some sort of transaction. No worries, this wasn't a completely benevolent gift.

So, he turns it around and holds it open, so she could try it on]

I think this is worth more than a few conversations.

[She'd never owned anything so nice. She actually, after just the slightest moment of hesitation, turns her back to him in order to tuck her arms into the sleeves. She shivers slightly before it's fully on, less from the cold and more just having someone at her back, but as she feels the weight of it settle over her cold muscles, she relaxes slighly with a small sigh.]

Thank you.

[and he makes sure to do everything in his power to not put her more ill-at-ease. He's a perfect gentleman. No leering or anything. He even tries to keep his smirking to a reasonable level.]

Well, I had to do something with all this money I have lying around.

[which, is a total lie. He spends that shit as fast as he earns it]

Glad I can be of service. [She mentally calls bullshit. Tek doesn't look like the kind of guy who doesn't know what to do with money.]

I see you've been faring the weather alright?

Oh, yes. [he sticks his hands in his pockets and peers out the nearest window] The snow is a little much, but I'm no stranger to cold, grey weather. It reminds me a little of home.

[and then his gaze falls back to her, and the smugness returns to his smile]

...That looks good on you.

[congratulating himself on his choice of color for her; patting himself on the back for guessing her measurements]

[She's already buttoned up the coat and slid her hands in her own pockets, eager to eat up the warmth, and gives him a perplexed expression at the compliment. She was still trying to figure out if he was being genuine or self-serving, but she was leaning towards the latter.]

Thank you. Who knows, maybe I'll eventually venture outside now that I have something decent against the cold.

Good. Because I'm terribly bored.

[sounding as if this was the next point he was going to bring up anyway]

And now that you have something nice to wear out, I was wondering when you'd like to have dinner again.

[She doesn't reply immediately, still worrying between the thought of warm food and the desire to remain independent and un-indebted to anyone.]

[He'd put her in that awkward situation where any answer was going to put her owing him. The coat was nice enough that she felt it was worth more than their original deal, and so she felt she had to say yes, but then dinner itself wasn't something she could afford.]

[How on earth do you quantify conversation?]

I could be persuaded, I guess.

[and this, of course, is exactly the sort of interesting position he'd hoped to put her in. He was curious to see what she'd do with it.

And her answer makes him laugh.]

The promise of good food and my wonderful company isn't enough?

Let's just say I haven't been out recently; I need to let the shock subside first.

[She's joking, but there is a tiny thread of truth in there. He hadn't really been out since the weather dropped.]

I suppose I could let you think on it.

[because he's so considerate]

I suppose I could just say yes.

[Fuck it, she's hungry.]

That is an easier option.

[a teasing kind of smile. it's almost smug.]

When would you like to go?

[She hesitates. If she said anything too much later, she'd lose her nerve.]

Give me a few minutes to change, and we can go?

[Since she had a nicer pair of pants that would look better with this coat than the pair she had on currently.]

[oh yeah, now he looks smug. He can't help it. He's proud of himself.]

Certainly. I'll meet you back down here whenever you're ready.

[since he'd sneakily already dressed up enough for a trip into town, just in case]

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