"The pile." You sound like a magpie. Or something like...a squirrel, hoarding up for winter.
[She takes mental notes of his quick examples of his extended families' ends, should she ever need a new handbag.]
So you're basically built to run yourselves into extinction, charming. Explains why I've yet to run into another dragon in a financial capital. You're the first, though it does beg the question how you've managed to survive natural selection this long...
[Whatever banter he was getting from her before shutters at the mention of family; she takes another sip of wine, draining the glass.]
No, no family. Sirens are made, not born. Another biology lesson for you.
[She rattles off the species names with the same sort of interest one gives a tax form. Nice try, but no luck.]
All kind of fae, goblins since they're so keen on the banking sector, a troll or two, a few centaurs...New York is a big city.
[She slides up from her seat, smoothing out her dress.]
I need to step away to the restroom for a second. Order me... [She scans the menu for just a second before settling on her choice] the tenderloin if the waiter comes while I'm gone - rare.
[ For a moment he looks at the shoes as though she might take those and flee, but- She doesn't. He relaxes. ]
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[ The relaxation doesn't last all that long. ]
No, no I don't think she's coming back. Thank you.
[ He hisses, after the waitress tries for the third time to tell him that his date has gone ghost to gently get a more profitable table going. Dropping two bills on the table, he goes to leave after an extra glass of scotch to wash down the three bites of steak he managed.
Clyteus caught a cab and set off back to his apartment cradling the same expensive fucking useless shoes he came with. ]
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[She takes mental notes of his quick examples of his extended families' ends, should she ever need a new handbag.]
So you're basically built to run yourselves into extinction, charming. Explains why I've yet to run into another dragon in a financial capital. You're the first, though it does beg the question how you've managed to survive natural selection this long...
[Whatever banter he was getting from her before shutters at the mention of family; she takes another sip of wine, draining the glass.]
No, no family. Sirens are made, not born. Another biology lesson for you.
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[ There's an awkward beat where he sucks the last of the liquid from around his ice. ]
You know, science was never my favorite subject in school, so I'm going to topic jump here. First dragon, hm? So what else have you met?
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All kind of fae, goblins since they're so keen on the banking sector, a troll or two, a few centaurs...New York is a big city.
[She slides up from her seat, smoothing out her dress.]
I need to step away to the restroom for a second. Order me... [She scans the menu for just a second before settling on her choice] the tenderloin if the waiter comes while I'm gone - rare.
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[ For a moment he looks at the shoes as though she might take those and flee, but- She doesn't. He relaxes. ]
---
[ The relaxation doesn't last all that long. ]
No, no I don't think she's coming back. Thank you.
[ He hisses, after the waitress tries for the third time to tell him that his date has gone ghost to gently get a more profitable table going. Dropping two bills on the table, he goes to leave after an extra glass of scotch to wash down the three bites of steak he managed.
Clyteus caught a cab and set off back to his apartment cradling the same expensive fucking useless shoes he came with. ]