InsaneJournal

Who: Hannah and Xavier
What: Lunch Except it’s never just lunch is it?
Where: 1003
When: The day after this.
Warnings: Just Xavier’s usual...train of thoughts?

Doing this to Lucas wasn’t one of his better plans. No, an attempt at spreading rumors to temporarily save Lucas’ life was definitely one of his worse. It was tricky, it could go the wrong way, and worst of all it put him jeopardy if it came back to him. The last thing Xavier wanted was to lose the man’s trust. That wasn’t to come yet.

Hannah seemed like a good starting point, mainly as she seemed so earnest. Xavier had liked her the few times they spoke and he had a sense that she was a bit wiser than it initially appeared. His own confusion and outbursts over the forum had been untoward…and if he could repair relations with his neighbor, as well as moving his plans for revenge along, then the day was a productive one.

He was no cook, but a woman often cooked meals and sent them to him. A few sandwiches were put out on the table in the kitchen, the table set for a casual meal. Nothing too oppressive though the air in the apartment was meant to throw people of. Tall cabinets and stark contrast between black and white all contributed to the feeling that one didn’t belong. Xavier himself wasn’t too fond of it – he kept in his study for a reason – but sacrifices had to be made. There was a reason for everything and this too would work out in the end.

When the knock on the door did come, Xavier had only just finished putting down glasses. He headed for the door – glancing at a recently acquired mirror as he did so, checking that his illusion was in place. One tug on his polo shirt’s collar and he figured he looked presentable. He opened the door with a business smile and a gesture to come inside. “Hannah, I take it? It’s nice to meet you at last.”