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[craftylikea]

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[tornadoed]

[ she'd debated between voice and text. he seems more like the kind of man to send proper letters or appreciate a call, but she's more comfortable with just texting.

she's debated not contacting him at all, but the memory of his head between her legs and how pleased he'd been to be pushed down won't leave her.

so ]

hi
how's it going?

there's really no good way to start this conversation, but
can we talk about what happened at the party?

[craftylikea]

[This is...a slightly unexpected message. Lyall, much to his chagrin, cannot say that he remembers every person he slept with during that time when lust overtook the entire city but he certainly remembers Dorothy and their time together.

It wasn't regrettable - none of what he remembers is regrettable, really - but he still feels...a bit embarrassed by his fervor through all of it. And he wonders what Dorothy wants to discuss.]

Ms Gale. We can, of course.
What would you like to talk about?

[tornadoed]

[ honestly? dorothy doesn't remember everyone, either. she'd like to think she remembers most. some were definitely more memorable than others.

and she doesn't regret it, either. ]

just wondering if you'd like to do it again sometime

[craftylikea]

[That is...unexpected!]

I would not be against it. What we did was very enjoyable.
However, I think I should like to get to know you a bit better first.

[tornadoed]

[ there's something funny, dorothy realises, about the fact that she'd asked alucard to buy her a drink first when he'd offered to have sex with her to help her meet her quota (not that she'd needed the help) while lyall is essentially asking the same thing of her now. ]

i guess we could go for a drink
if you want?

[ she just - really liked how much he liked being on his knees. ]

was it enjoyable because of whatever was in the air or
would you enjoy that generally

[craftylikea]

I would enjoy it more privately.
But no, it had very little to do with any outside influence. Other than a slightly heightened response.

I would be happy to have a drink with you.

[tornadoed]

[ that's-

genuinely hot. ]

just say when

[craftylikea]

Would three days from now suit you?

[tornadoed]

sounds good to me
where?

[craftylikea]

I believe there is an establishment called The 13th Step that is run by a young lady who was once a participant of the LIES program. I imagine it would be more welcoming to the both of us than establishments run by natives to Duplicity.

[In all honesty, that particular bar is a bit rough-and-tumble for Lyall's taste but he thinks it might be to Dorothy's and he does endeavour to be accommodating.]

[tornadoed]

[ he's not at all wrong: it is to her taste and someplace she's visited more than once already ]

i know it
i'll meet you there? what time, 8pm?

[craftylikea]

That works perfectly, yes.
I look forward to seeing you then.</font

do you wanna action/log it or handwave? :>

[tornadoed]

great 👍

action i think

[craftylikea]

[At the appropriate time, Lyall shows up at least 10 minutes early. Just to be on the safe side and to be as polite as possible. Even though they have agreed to meet at a...relaxed establishment, he is still dressed as he would normally do. Which is to say, he is wearing a well-tailored three piece suit. It is fairly impossible to separate him from his origins.]

[tornadoed]

[ dorothy isn't early. she's not late, exactly —all right, she's a little late, but she's got a good reason. when she shows up, it's with her hair in a messy bun at the top of her head, dressed in jeans and a tanktop with an open flannel shirt over it. ]

Hi. Sorry.

[ she's clearly a little frazzled ] There was a patient at the clinic and then everything took a bit longer.

[ but she's here now. letting out a breath, she comes to a stop, taking in the way he looks —gaze lingering on the suit.

it's a very nice suit. ]

You look good.

[craftylikea]

As do you.

[She is attired very modernly, that is certain, but Lyall cannot say that she does not look appealing. As she approaches, he smiles at her politely and bows just a bit. When he straightens, it is with an expression of curiosity.]

You work in a clinic? Doing what, exactly?

[tornadoed]

[ the bow gets a bit of a laugh from her, one hand coming back to push hair from her face, to hide that it makes her feel a little flustered to be the subject of old timey gentlemanly behaviour. ]

Oh, I'm a nurse.

[craftylikea]

Ah, interesting.

[If he minds the laugh, Lyall doesn't show it. He steps forward to the door of the 13th Step and opens it for her with a smile.]

[tornadoed]

I don't know about that

[ dorothy shrugs a little, but she's smiling back at him as she steps through the door he's holding for her. ]

I just want to help people.

[craftylikea]

I am sure it isn't a calling for everyone.

[Stepping in after her, he casts his gaze around the room and then gestures towards a free booth.]

Other than a desire to help, what led you to it?

[tornadoed]

Honestly?

[ she shrugs a little, sliding into the booth. ]

I didn't want to work on a farm.

[craftylikea]

[Lyall smiles and chuckles softly and there's something...vaguely private and knowing about it.

It is a sentiment he understands. Many, many human lifetimes ago he too had escaped a farm.]

Yes, I see.

[tornadoed]

[ there's a lot of understanding in that tone and dorothy feels her shoulders unwind a little further, some tension she hadn't even been aware she'd been carrying bleeding out. ]

Yeah?

[ her answering smile is warm. ] And what do you do?

[craftylikea]

[As he takes the seat across from her, there's a certain facet of appreciation in the way he looks at her. Everyone else has jumped straight to asking him what he teaches. It's pleasing to be able to answer her without assumptions in the way.]

What I do here is not quite what I do in my normal life, I am afraid. Here, I help my partner to run a shop selling watches and mechanical curiosities. At home...well, just before this I was serving as a soldier. But the majority of my work has been with a governmental bureau that oversees all the supernatural citizens of the British Empire.

[tornadoed]

Really?

[ she's known that he isn't human, of course, but —that still comes as a surprise. ]

What kind of oversight?