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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 21, 2008 21:49:14 GMT -5
Ariel's eyes fell to Markise's lips and his own body tightened with memories that had been formed mere minutes before. He shook his head lightly to settle his hair around his eyes and watched Markise's eyes. "So how much will I owe you?" he asked, "Money, that is." He didn't have much he could part with, but Markise had said that cloth was cheap.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 21, 2008 21:58:33 GMT -5
Markise's eyes had hazed at Ariel's question, and the brief statement afterward garnered a blink. His gaze rose from where it had settled on Ariel's mouth, and the hand in his hair resumed its motions. "Sickles," he said. "If you give me a galleon you'll get change." Most of the cost of clothing was labor and handling, not materials.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 21, 2008 22:16:40 GMT -5
Ariel nodded, he could handle that, it wouldn't cut too badly into his budget. "I'll give it to you whenever you need it." His mind settled back, moving through the day that had ended so very strangely. Well, it wasn't over just yet, technically, but he didn't think it could get much weirder. "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm starving," he said, "Any idea how to get to the Great Hall from here?"
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 21, 2008 22:26:33 GMT -5
Markise arched a brow. "Of course I do." His brows knitted slightly. "I think." He moved to slip his arms free of Ariel, but stopped with one hand still on his shoulder and leaned forward to take one last taste of his mouth. When he was satisfied that it would last him, he pulled away, trying to regain his composure. "Um, we were both going down the stairs, so it can't be back up or we'd have passed it, right?" he reasoned, half backing toward the door. "So it's either to the left or right." Or one of the other corridors they'd missed. "Hey, do you have any idea where those footsteps were going?" It had been quite a while ago, but that person had sounded like they knew where they were headed.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 21, 2008 22:30:14 GMT -5
"They were at the top of the stairs....I think," Ariel said, raising a hand to run through his hair. He honestly couldn't remember, he had been occupied with much more pleasant things than footsteps when he had heard them. "They were headed right, though...." he trailed off, he really had no idea, and it was hard trying to force his mind to work when the past....he didn't even know how long it had been, had been so eventful.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 21, 2008 22:36:04 GMT -5
Markise's gaze followed the path of Ariel's hand for a moment, then snapped away. They were going to dinner, and they'd be walking together. He needed to act straight. Well, not right away. "Let's go right then. At the top of the stairs." They'd run into something they recognized in the meantime, right? Markise certainly hoped so. He licked his lips, then caught the handle of the door, poking his head out to make sure no one was visible, then gave a light sigh. They could leave at the same time. "Let's go," he said to Ariel, then slipped out.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 21, 2008 22:44:20 GMT -5
Ariel nodded, and made a point to remember how they went, he had a feeling that they would need an empty room again soon enough, and it would be nice to have somewhere they could meet up. His eyes sparkled faintly and the corner of his lips turned up in a smirk at the thought before he glanced around the room one last time and then slipped out the door to follow Markise.
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