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Post by Markise Sterling on Dec 29, 2008 1:19:18 GMT -5
Maybe the coffee hadn't been such a good idea after all. There was no way Markise could accept--he knew just how far that offer would extend--but he'd be having vivid dreams for a while all the same. "Thank you, I'll be... fine, really," he said, reaching aside for his coat. He shouldn't be here. It was one thing meeting someone at a club and dancing and teasing, but Markise had drawn his line and he refused to cross it. He shuffled toward the edge of the booth, leaving his coffee and death barely touched.
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Post by Mano Berwyn on Dec 29, 2008 12:09:55 GMT -5
Mano shifted in his seat, pulling his arm from the back to lay his palm on the table. It would be no good for Markise to leave now, Mano didn't think there would be any chance of him coming back if he did. "No, no, stay, I have some work I need to do," he said, shifting to the edge of his seat. "It was nice meeting you," he said, then held out his hand with a smile.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Dec 29, 2008 12:18:00 GMT -5
Markise stopped and looked back at Mano, still just this side of panicking. Had the guy just... given up? Was he really walking away? And he was smiling, not looking at all offended. And certainly not trying to talk him into it anyway. Markise was thrown off-guard just enough that his fight-or-flight instinct tapered down. It was just a handshake, and they had a table between them. Then Mano would be going back to his shop. Markise accepted Mano's hand, telling himself as he did so that he'd finish his coffee, but he wasn't coming back.
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Post by Mano Berwyn on Dec 29, 2008 12:26:32 GMT -5
"I do hope you'll come back," Mano said, "It really has been a pleasure." He only released Markise's hand when he finished speaking, and even then it was reluctantly. But he pushed himself up from his seat and took his coffee. He hoped that Markise would come back, and as for Mano leaving, he knew that he would do better to wait for another chance.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Dec 29, 2008 12:34:02 GMT -5
Markise sat unmoving for a few moments, his hand curling in on itself. As much as he told himself that it was just a handshake, it didn't feel like just a handshake. But Mano had walked away, so Markise slid almost hesitantly back toward his coffee and death, picking at one and sipping thoughtfully on the other. His thoughts had shifted entirely to what had happened, trying to figure things out, but it was no use. And as polite as Mano might have been at the last, Markise refused to let himself come back here. His experience extended toward teenage boys and drunken men at clubs. Neither took no for an answer, and since that was all Markise knew, that was what he fully expected if he ever went stupid enough to come back.
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