12-29-2014, 11:41 AM
Girlie jumped at his touch and startled him in turn. Well, well. She was really wound tight. He knew what that meant. Probably not down. Which was fine. Course, she covered it well, greeting him by name. Damn! He was in trouble now, what with not remembering her name and all. In his experience, chicks didn't care for that all that much. Idly he wondered how long he'd be able to get away with calling her cute names before she caught on. He smiled at the thought of getting in trouble with her.
But like a light of mercy from above, she turned to the other guy and started talking, some in English and some in....French? Was that French? He had no clue what she was saying but he heard 'Emily' and seized on that.
If it wasn't her name, well....hey, what was a day when you didn't have a woman gunning for you for something?
He was startled at the man and his question, driving everything else out of his mind. He tilted his head and furrowed his brows. "Have we met?"
He was suddenly more alert. He doubted one of the other families would try something in so public a place as the GUM. Still, you could never be too careful.
The man expressed the need for caution to Emily and it was underscored by the random appearance of some police-types. He wondered what they were doing in a high class mall this close to the Kremlin. He didn't imagine it was exactly comforting to upper class people who liked to assume the world they lived in was safe.
His eyes surreptitiously followed them as they walked away, then flicked at the crowds of people streaming around. He thought he saw a face he recognized. He shifted as he stood, feeling the weight of his gun against his side. He was temped to pray for the power, but decided it could wait. Might just be nothing.
His attention never really left frenchy though. He really was going to have to get better at names. "Looks like you got the advantage. I don't remember when we met. You are...?"
There wasn't any animosity in it. He was just an unknown. Until you could peg a person, you had to be careful. Course, even then, you still had to be careful.
But like a light of mercy from above, she turned to the other guy and started talking, some in English and some in....French? Was that French? He had no clue what she was saying but he heard 'Emily' and seized on that.
If it wasn't her name, well....hey, what was a day when you didn't have a woman gunning for you for something?
He was startled at the man and his question, driving everything else out of his mind. He tilted his head and furrowed his brows. "Have we met?"
He was suddenly more alert. He doubted one of the other families would try something in so public a place as the GUM. Still, you could never be too careful.
The man expressed the need for caution to Emily and it was underscored by the random appearance of some police-types. He wondered what they were doing in a high class mall this close to the Kremlin. He didn't imagine it was exactly comforting to upper class people who liked to assume the world they lived in was safe.
His eyes surreptitiously followed them as they walked away, then flicked at the crowds of people streaming around. He thought he saw a face he recognized. He shifted as he stood, feeling the weight of his gun against his side. He was temped to pray for the power, but decided it could wait. Might just be nothing.
His attention never really left frenchy though. He really was going to have to get better at names. "Looks like you got the advantage. I don't remember when we met. You are...?"
There wasn't any animosity in it. He was just an unknown. Until you could peg a person, you had to be careful. Course, even then, you still had to be careful.