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Vincent (king_of_gods) wrote in paxletalelogs,

"And also a plate of hummus." he'd dashed to the attention of the server, finger up, before they took their leave into the obscurity of seeing to their order. He leaned back as comfortable in his environment and snug, as a King upon his thrown being praised or begged for mercy. The cushions were sinking and deep, providing a good angle to shamelessly watch the waitress scuttle away with her short skirt. He minded not that Lia was, of course, being an intelligent and cunning creature, going to catch on to the wanderings of his eyes, even as his attention was very much undivided to her, and solely. "Honey is living with me." said he, rummaging through a few of his memories; or were those skeletons in his closet? "She's tolerable. She's not a gold digging bitch. She's plenty amusing when she wants to be." his fingers steepled, rested neatly on his torso.

He paused... there were a few other things plaguing him, which he took note and inventory of. Lia was good as a confessional booth. She should've been a Catholic priest. Though, he wondered how she'd be able to hide that perfect geometry of hers underneath the flattened ugliness of even a priestly uniform.

"My old friends are all living in the building, what the fuck right? Roy, the one I told you about, the one who hates me? There. Ex? There. Paul? There. It's like high school and college all over again, version 2.0, LIFE. And here I am, a big fuckin' jerk for wanting everyone to get along, right? Why can't everyone just do what I want them to? Their lives would be so much easier."

Ah, he also appreciated the fact that she understood the dryness of his humor. She was one of the people he could be real with. He was beginning to feel lucky she was here.

"You're more interesting than me. It's your turn."