Yeah, yeah, and DD takes forever. Guy has a "steady" 9 to 5 and is too good for the rest of you costumed kooks.
[ Teasing, light – she hoists him up with only a slight difficulty. No joke about him packing on a few pounds because of the egg this time. The constant back and forth will definitely leave them thinking about the wildness of the night – it always happens. Wanderlust? Nah, too hipstery. Maybe it was just right, like the stars aligning or some big dragon being summoned. Who knew.
She takes a knee next to him, leaning over as if trying to parse anything she may have picked up in her years of thievery. The colors... the patterns... the decor? Nothing seems familiar – it looks too organic, too.. ]
Well, if my Valyrian is still fresh, it's not a dragon egg, so don't get any ideas to yell Dracarys. [ AHAHAHAHAHA. Oh how wrong she is. ] But it is expensive. Anything that goes into that vault has to be worth over a million, easily. I just... wonder how long it's been down there and why it's never been up on display.
[ She removes her gloves – those bare hands pressing into the side of the egg to feel the texture. Stone? No, it's still malleable with the right amount of force. ]
Maybe? It's ... not stone, there's give. You got any idea, science geek?
[ Whatever the hell is going on is so oblivious, she takes a moment to grip his hand and press it down onto the side. Her hand pins his down, palm to the siding of the egg. With all of the craziness, maybe they both didn't notice. There's no warmth, but the texture... hm.
The movement causes concern already, reports being sent to military units to prepare for an attack – toting something from Prince Namor, since the relationship was rocky at best right now. But, too bad they don't have any idea. ]
I was joking, by the way. So long as you make it three coffees, I am thoroughly invested in this cliffhanger now. I don't mind tagging along.
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[ Teasing, light – she hoists him up with only a slight difficulty. No joke about him packing on a few pounds because of the egg this time. The constant back and forth will definitely leave them thinking about the wildness of the night – it always happens. Wanderlust? Nah, too hipstery. Maybe it was just right, like the stars aligning or some big dragon being summoned. Who knew.
She takes a knee next to him, leaning over as if trying to parse anything she may have picked up in her years of thievery. The colors... the patterns... the decor? Nothing seems familiar – it looks too organic, too.. ]
Well, if my Valyrian is still fresh, it's not a dragon egg, so don't get any ideas to yell Dracarys. [ AHAHAHAHAHA. Oh how wrong she is. ] But it is expensive. Anything that goes into that vault has to be worth over a million, easily. I just... wonder how long it's been down there and why it's never been up on display.
[ She removes her gloves – those bare hands pressing into the side of the egg to feel the texture. Stone? No, it's still malleable with the right amount of force. ]
Maybe? It's ... not stone, there's give. You got any idea, science geek?
[ Whatever the hell is going on is so oblivious, she takes a moment to grip his hand and press it down onto the side. Her hand pins his down, palm to the siding of the egg. With all of the craziness, maybe they both didn't notice. There's no warmth, but the texture... hm.
The movement causes concern already, reports being sent to military units to prepare for an attack – toting something from Prince Namor, since the relationship was rocky at best right now. But, too bad they don't have any idea. ]
I was joking, by the way. So long as you make it three coffees, I am thoroughly invested in this cliffhanger now. I don't mind tagging along.