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dishonests) wrote2015-04-19 01:43 am
dishonests) wrote2015-04-19 01:43 am
◤eudio, cuddlr◢
 CASSIDY HAWKING (21) pirate captain — from the 18th century — will plunder your treasure, shiver your timbers, and jolly your roger. |
YES / MATCH / TICK
NO / TICK
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[ the answer is no. not intentionally. he may have had to choke down some truly terrible mixtures in his life, but it's perhaps for that reason that he appreciates a good taste all the more. he leans forward, his elbows on the edge of the table. one hand continues to fiddle with his glass, for lack of anything better to do.
well, he could think of several better things to be doing with his hands, but they're not at that point just yet.
her information piques the interest of one of his eyebrows. ] Have they, truly? [ a wry laugh twists from his lips. ] What do the townsfolk gather around for entertainment, lacking a good public execution?
[ he wonders if they've done away with the pillory, too. but, truth be told, he's much more interested in the look roxy gives him as she sips her drink. his grin is small this time. private. and just a little bit hungry. ]
Banish the thought, Miss Morton. I'd never assume such a thing about you.
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[ It's a mostly-teasing retort, and she punctuates it with a serious look that dissolves into a quiet laugh and a smile, if only for the sake of appearing unassuming and less than what she really is. Roxy's proud of the woman she's become, of what she can do, what she's capable of as a Kingsman agent now that she's completed her training and become the new Lancelot - but part of the responsibility is appearing to be something she isn't. Being unassuming enough that no one would suspect she's anything more than the simple tailor she claims to be.
Roxy's gaze drops again, drawn to the subtle movement of his fingers around his glass. She's not necessarily distracted, but she is thinking. Cassidy knows her from her time before - but how much does he know? How well did they know each other?
Her eyes flicker up briefly at the sound of his laugh. She smiles. ]
Their phones, mostly. [ Which is kind of alarming, only for the fact that Valentine nearly wiped out the entire human population by relying on the fact that nearly everyone is attached to their cell phone these days. Fortunately, she and Eggsy and Merlin managed to stop him before too much damage could be done.
Roxy shrugs her shoulder. ] EastEnders. Football.
[ No hangings or public humiliation to speak of.
There's a small pause, just a short moment of silence before Roxy lifts her hand from where it's been resting at the base of her glass, and reaches out slowly, gingerly touching her fingertips to the rings on the hand fiddling with his drink. She doesn't mean to stop him, she's just - looking. Expressing a sort of interest, perhaps.
Flirting, maybe, in the subtlest of ways.
She glances up for a moment, just long enough to pose her question, before her eyes fall back to their hands. ] What would you assume, if you were to make assumptions, Captain?