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[caipirinha]

so where would you go?

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[touchingly]

[ Rob genuinely seems faintly perplexed by the sentiment; he doesn't really need - or want - to go anywhere his own way. His way is very much determined and decided upon with Julian, and he's perfectly happy that way. In any case, he'd go anywhere that Julian wanted to go, anywhere in the world and beyond. His expression relaxes a little as soon as this thought crosses his mind and processes. ]

[disgruntled]

Somewhere with scotch that's both cheap and decent. [ He laughs, shortly and huffily. ] Otherwise known as somewhere non-existent.

[energeia]

[humorously:] Never be afraid to dream big.

[disgruntled]

I'm not much into the business of dreaming.

[energeia]

Didn't realize there was a business to begin with.

[disgruntled]

There might as well be one. Dreams are sold to dopey eyed teenagers as things that might come true if you dream hard enough! [ He affects the voice of a chirpy motivational speaker, though the irony is very much evident in his voice. HUFF HUFF. ] I'm no dopey eyed teenager anymore.

[energeia]

[He arches his brows, nodding slowly. Talk about someone with some strong convictions at the ready.]

Didn't think of it that way, but. [He raises his fist, looking anything but determined about it.] Power to you.

[disgruntled]

[ This is the face of someone who does not think you are taking him very seriously. ]

[energeia]

[Probably because he's being too intense to be taken seriously.

(Someone being too intense for Marlon. Irony.)

Slowly lowering his hand now.]

Or none at all. Your choice.

[disgruntled]

[ EXCUSE YOU, you asked the question!

Tiger watches the lowering hand as if he expects it to bite him, his mouth set in a disapproving line. Still no answer, just a none too pleasant stare. ]

[energeia]

[His expression is... just gradually turning into a frown. Is he going to punch him or something]

[halfbreed]

[ Teagan's answer is one that she is also living, for now. Seated cross legged on the quiet shore of a small lake, she props up her chin in both hands, her eyes calm, for once, staring dreamily across the slightly murky water at the trees in the distance and the sun, which is dipping a little in the late afternoon sky, but slowly. It's just as she remembers it, an untouched, abandoned little lake she passed by years ago, frequented mostly by ducks and the like, and no more than that. ]

Somewhere safe. [ Her voice is a content murmur, as far away as her gaze. ]

[immerse]

[Certainly isn't the beach he was hoping for, but it'll have to do. He's just happy to be far from any urban sceneries for now.]

Sorry?

[halfbreed]

[ She blinks, daftly, for a moment, before realising that someone's speaking to her, so detached from herself that she doesn't even startle or jump as she turns to look at him, gaping at him for a moment before responding.




Not that it's a particularly helpful response. ]

What?

[immerse]

[This isn't awkward.

For a moment Milen wonders if he heard her at all.]

Didn't you say something?

[halfbreed]

I...?




[ OH oh

She colours very faintly, though she laughs brightly, waving a hand. ]

Nothing important, I promise! I was just talking myself a bit - sorry, I'm a bit spaced out right now.

[immerse]

Oh -- okay. Probably shouldn't be here snooping, anyway.

[Never mind that he's actually here for the scenery.]

Sorry.

[softest]

[ Oh, that's easy. ]

Everywhere, of course.

[ssh]

Oh, honey, I go wherever the hell work wants me to go.

[ex_perversum862]

Well of course. I wouldn't go any other way.

[ex_ohcrap185]

... I can try.

[It rarely works. If ever.]

[traced]

[Motivational posters aren't his thing. Sorry.]

Wouldn't that be nice.

[whelven]

[Judging this. Judging this so much.]

Good lord. I actually thought we had gotten rid of these.

[vitalities]

Oh, god, but there are so many choices! [ She pulls an exaggerated expression of deep thought. ] That's a terrible question, I'm going to be thinking about it for ages now.

[hicciusdoccius]

[Silence.]

And then what?