Re: At the bar
Cockblock much, Momoko? He frowned at the vanishing vision of pink petals, for the first time inferring that there was some serious mental imbalance at work here. As if graffiting the side of the apartment lobby hadn't been enough to solidify that theory already.
Of course, leave it to a lacy demoness to suck the energy and passion out of a room. The new arrival of awkward silence was something even Lukas could infer and he set the empty remains of his second bottle on the bartop. The notepad was discarded with a flippant drop to a barstool behind him when he regarded Cassie and brought a curled fist up to his heart with a brief, circular motion. The sign language was matched by a mouthing of I'm sorry and a grinning wince that said he wasn't entirely sure what had just happened. He should probably have just escaped while he was ahead; extended periods of social interaction always ended in confusion.