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Phoebe (powerofpheebs) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Brilliant and fantastic was not the feeling Phoebe was getting from that side of the room. But then he mentioned trying to get out of a trap and it made a bit more sense. Wait...they were trapped? Well that wasn't what she'd meant to stumble into.

"One," she began, counting off on her fingers, "I'm not a teenager. Two, I'm not screaming. And three, what do you mean trap?" Her eyebrows furrowed together and her lips pursed as she slid out of the booth and tentatively stepped closer. If he was expecting her to cower under his stare, he was sadly mistaken. To Phoebe, he just looked too...kind. Bright blue eyes, big old ears and a goofy dad-like face. And the accent. That wasn't from around here, that was for sure.

Stepping cautiously up to the counter, Phoebe leaned over it, trying to see what the older man was up to. He looked kind of pissed, to be honest. Well, if he was trying to work out of a trap, he would be, wouldn't he? He certainly felt angry, but that could be from her so-called 'screaming'.