He turns immediately red, "S-somehow I very much doubt that!" At least, not the way it went before, right? She wouldn't want to get so personal with him again after last week.....right?
She backpedals faster than humanly possible into her shell, regretting the words with a special ferocity. No, of course she shouldn't have thought they could have a night of romance. Some romance. That's over and done with.
A few key taps and his returns are processed. "Yeah. Here you go."
"I--" Shit, no, he gave her the wrong impression, didn't he?! "Rather, I think that you must not think too well of me right now! I...haven't changed my thoughts on you at all." He's still super thirsty.
Paloma's eyes lift and somehow she seems not much older than Jekyll, young and vulnerable and just a little hopeful. She blinks twice, and looks only surprised.
"Your thoughts?" Certain they don't have eavesdropping students, she steps halfway around the podium-like desk, connected to the wood by trailing fingers.
"Well, seeing as the fault is only mine, while I'm ashamed of my conduct and know you must think poorly of me, I have no reason to feel any differently about you." Her approach is terrifying and full of hope all at once.
His living heart beats like a panicked bird's wings. It thuds in her ears, taking up her senses with its sound and the sight of his frightened honesty. Were it not for the security cams and glass-walled lobby, she might let him kiss her again.
Just knowing he would, and she would, revives her smallest smiles. They're only a foot apart.
"Henry, I think life is too long and too sad to hold onto resentment."
That's a strange choice of words, isn't the saying normally "life's too short"? It doesn't matter. The sentiment makes him venture to smile, and wish desperately to kiss her.
"Truly? I...Can't promise we won't be interrupted, though." Or so it seems now, he hadn't thought it possible before.
Her head is blank of who might interrupt (the headmaster? Campus police?) until the obvious strikes her..
Hyde. Duh. The body-snatching boy who hates Jekyll very much. "I can't pretend I understand yet," she measures out cautiously, "just know that I can meet you as you are. I can handle an extra passenger. Passengers?" The addition is quick, inquisitive. Hidden from sight she toys with his belt loop.
"--No, only him!" God, if there were more... He can only imagine. "Luckily he's really only interested in self-satisfaction, so I suppose it would be simple enough to be rid of him then!" His voice nearly breaks at the end of the sentence when he realises where her hand is. How close to danger.
Interpreting the advice exactly opposite of how Jekyll intends it, then hesitating because surely he cannot mean satisfy Hyde to shoo him off... and rethinking the idle thumbing her hand is doing to his belt loops. It had been an automatic caress because of what they've shared, but here? Now?
Incapable of blushing, Paloma's offending digits drop to wipe the side of her reasonable skirt. "S-sorry, where's my head at? Um."
That makes far more sense than asking her directly to satisfy Hyde until he leaves. More in line with Jekyll's character. As delightful as his pussy eating was, and so vigorous. A dream.
Not the point. He's being brave and charming. "Seeing you again would brighten my day. If you stayed tonight, we could pick a place together?" She recognizes it's a bit like manipulation, but what's a ho to do in thirsty times?
Giving him what he wants would only keep him around!
"Truly? I'd like that very much!" Although, there's something to be said for the wording, "I think you must mean 'illuminate your night', or something like that..." Heh...
She turns her cheek from him, gesturing in a 'shove off' kind of way. "I meant what I said! Let me pretend I get to see the sun at all!"
Paloma counts down internally to whenever the next student has something needing doing, or an excuse to come to the desk and leer into her cleavage. Tucking a reckless curl of hair behind an ear, she grins and wallows in the brief privacy they have.
(He's not most students whose names she doesn't remember on most days!!!)
On the bright, ha, side-- Paloma is so accustomed to dodging the sun in action and conversation she spares only a wistful little hopeless laugh. Unable to keep from touching him, she pats his sleeve.
"You wouldn't believe how allergic I am to sunlight."
"Then another chance at an evening stroll? Maybe an opera? Or a gallery?" He feels as if he could fluster even from that small touch, but somehow manages to breathe and keep it together?
"Ah, well, my property borders a stream, I suppose you might call it a meadow." He looks a little uncomfortable about saying it though. In truth it isn't just bordering, it's in the middle of the plot, but he'd rather downplay it.
"Right, he umm, mentioned you were a lord," Paloma awkwardly clarifies before he has to. Compared to the Kindred equivalent he's damn near harmless in fang, ego, and influence. At least to her.
Her thumb flicks at his cuff. "How should I dress?"
"Y-yes, well, indeed." He could have been more eloquent. Actually said something about it, but it seems like it's particularly strange and stuck-up to a foreigner.
"You wouldn't need to do anything in particular, however you like!"
Close one. Got to watch out for public affection; a slip could complicate work. Not cost her job (for which she's underqualified in everything but mind-bending Toreador ability) but strain the relationships she's carefully cultivated? Definitely. Not everyone can be Presenced.
It is truly a mystery as to why the next student finds Paloma humming, the dark cloud that had hovered over the desk dispersed without a trace.
Jekyll thinks he's supposed to wait until closing to speak with her further, so it's fine if he goes for a bit of a nap, right? At least he puts his head down on the desk and doesn't just fall asleep wherever, accidentally. And it's just for a little while. Soon enough he's studying thoroughly!
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A few key taps and his returns are processed. "Yeah. Here you go."
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"Your thoughts?" Certain they don't have eavesdropping students, she steps halfway around the podium-like desk, connected to the wood by trailing fingers.
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Just knowing he would, and she would, revives her smallest smiles. They're only a foot apart.
"Henry, I think life is too long and too sad to hold onto resentment."
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"Truly? I...Can't promise we won't be interrupted, though." Or so it seems now, he hadn't thought it possible before.
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Hyde. Duh. The body-snatching boy who hates Jekyll very much. "I can't pretend I understand yet," she measures out cautiously, "just know that I can meet you as you are. I can handle an extra passenger. Passengers?" The addition is quick, inquisitive. Hidden from sight she toys with his belt loop.
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Incapable of blushing, Paloma's offending digits drop to wipe the side of her reasonable skirt. "S-sorry, where's my head at? Um."
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"Um, is there any way I could see you another night...? To make up for last week."
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Not the point. He's being brave and charming. "Seeing you again would brighten my day. If you stayed tonight, we could pick a place together?" She recognizes it's a bit like manipulation, but what's a ho to do in thirsty times?
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"Truly? I'd like that very much!" Although, there's something to be said for the wording, "I think you must mean 'illuminate your night', or something like that..." Heh...
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Paloma counts down internally to whenever the next student has something needing doing, or an excuse to come to the desk and leer into her cleavage. Tucking a reckless curl of hair behind an ear, she grins and wallows in the brief privacy they have.
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(Not as if he's never stared into her cleavage...)
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On the bright, ha, side-- Paloma is so accustomed to dodging the sun in action and conversation she spares only a wistful little hopeless laugh. Unable to keep from touching him, she pats his sleeve.
"You wouldn't believe how allergic I am to sunlight."
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"A stroll," she sounds out, imagining. "Somewhere with a meadow? Do you know a place? I could bring light."
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"Ah, well, my property borders a stream, I suppose you might call it a meadow." He looks a little uncomfortable about saying it though. In truth it isn't just bordering, it's in the middle of the plot, but he'd rather downplay it.
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"Right, he umm, mentioned you were a lord," Paloma awkwardly clarifies before he has to. Compared to the Kindred equivalent he's damn near harmless in fang, ego, and influence. At least to her.
Her thumb flicks at his cuff. "How should I dress?"
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"You wouldn't need to do anything in particular, however you like!"
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and catches herself in time to dust imaginary dirt from his chest, nodding briskly.
"Then I'll discuss it with you later tonight. Yeah?"
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He steps away a bit reluctantly, and sneaks a look over his shoulder, but finally he does so...
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It is truly a mystery as to why the next student finds Paloma humming, the dark cloud that had hovered over the desk dispersed without a trace.
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