[She really hadn't expected him to say yes, had she? Amused, he leans back in his seat, folding his arms across his chest as he looks her over, the runes before him momentarily forgotten.]
I'd have gone to get a drink anyway; better to do it in good company, in my opinion.
[He has to admit, she has him curious, and curious company is often the best kind.]
Why, having second thoughts, darling? I don't bite.
[ Well, if he was going to go anyway, maybe it wouldn’t be too huge of an inconvenience or bother for her to tag along… ]
But— no, I’m not having second thoughts! It’s more… I thought you might have second thoughts? I probably would have ended up at a tavern with my friends too, so…
No better place to be when the night comes to a close, if you ask me.
[In which case, they might as well go together. She certainly has his interest— she's a curious one, isn't she? Cautious and bold all at once, which is a rare combination, he's found.]
Believe me— 'second thoughts' aren't really my style. There's no point to 'em, I figure.
[ It’s okay to just call her confused, Gideon, really. She knows she is.
Nervously, she reaches up and tucks her hair behind her ear, huffing out another uneasy chuckle. She only wishes she could be as confident and un-worried as Gideon seems to be. ]
Great, so… I-I’ll see you later in the evening, then? I guess when things here have finished up? We’ll be at the Successful Frog Inn—
[ She clears her throat. ]
One of my friends really likes frogs, so we picked that place because of the name, haha… But I can meet you anywhere!
[ Oh gods, help, she’s so bad at this. How do her charismatic friends manage this?! ]
[Now, now, that word is a little too dismissive for him.
The name of the inn gets a chuckle, but he shakes his head as she tries to defer to him.]
That sounds perfect, sweetheart. I'll be there. Given that I'm passing through town myself, it'd be nice to see what the place has to offer. I walked by it earlier— pretty sure I know exactly where it is.
[Plus, depending on how things go, it's probably more convenient for them to be at her inn than his—]
Looking forward to it. Cross my heart.
[He goes so far as to make the accompanying motion by dragging an index finger over his heart, beneath his open vest. He'll be there!]
[ Sweetheart never fails to make her blush, even when she knows it's just a meaningless little pet name coming from someone she doesn't know at all... Ah, she must seem so silly to him. ]
I'm looking forward to it, too...
[ And she manages to resist the urge to try and walk everything back, this time. No but it's okay if you decide not to come after all, or anything. Or else this conversation might go on in circles - and she knows she's close to using up her fortune-telling time.
And on that note, she rises from her seat, glancing back over her shoulder to eye the exit, in hopes that maybe it'll conceal the warmth on her cheeks. ]
A-Anyway, I don't want to hold you up longer than I have, I know there's tons of people waiting to get their fortunes told! I, um. I'll see you later...!
takes destiny into my own hands as I return from the dead
[He echoes her with a grin, followed by a wink— with how on edge she seems to be, he should probably cut her a little slack, be gentle, but it's hard for him to deny who he is. Flirtation comes as naturally to him as breathing, sometimes. He leans back in his seat as she leaves, putting both hands behind his head to rest against before tipping his chin upwards to acknowledge the next customer in line just outside. Drinks are going to be decidedly interesting.
He's good to his word, of course; once he's done with business for the night, he makes his way to the inn she'd named. The crowd there is respectable, with it still being early enough for people to filter in off the street, but not so crowded that they won't be able to chat comfortably— a plus, certainly. He scans the room for some sign of her as he heads towards the bar; fortunately, neither one of them is easy to miss. People like them tend to stand out wherever they go, for better or for worse.]
[ Indeed, Oriphi is easy to find between tall, purple horns and beflowered hair, though she’s a bit on the shorter side. When Gideon does arrive to the Successful Frog Inn, he would find her sitting at a small table in a corner just past the bar, watching a bard perform on his lute at the other side of the tavern entirely.
If she looks a little bit longing about it, no she doesn’t.
But Gideon is just as easy to spot, and though she seems entranced for a moment she does see him approaching in her periphery. She scrambles up to her feet to greet him, her chair dragging across the floor as she pushes up and splays her hands on the tabletop. ]
Y—You came!
[ Not at all a slight to him but absolutely speaking to her insecurity, she’d begun to think he wouldn’t come after all. ]
[She had indeed been easy to spot, and that little display of hers would have been sure to get his attention if she hadn’t had it already. He smiles broadly, raising a hand in greeting as he approaches the table she’s claimed for herself, raising an amused brow as he does so.]
Told you I would. I’m a lot of things, sweetheart, including good to my word. Not a good practice to make promises you don’t intend to keep.
[He may be dishonest in some other areas of his life, but that’s all in the name of showmanship. He tips his chin upwards, directing his gaze towards the bard playing.]
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I'd have gone to get a drink anyway; better to do it in good company, in my opinion.
[He has to admit, she has him curious, and curious company is often the best kind.]
Why, having second thoughts, darling? I don't bite.
[Well, usually.]
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[ Well, if he was going to go anyway, maybe it wouldn’t be too huge of an inconvenience or bother for her to tag along… ]
But— no, I’m not having second thoughts! It’s more… I thought you might have second thoughts? I probably would have ended up at a tavern with my friends too, so…
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[In which case, they might as well go together. She certainly has his interest— she's a curious one, isn't she? Cautious and bold all at once, which is a rare combination, he's found.]
Believe me— 'second thoughts' aren't really my style. There's no point to 'em, I figure.
frantically goes to a tavern name generator
Nervously, she reaches up and tucks her hair behind her ear, huffing out another uneasy chuckle. She only wishes she could be as confident and un-worried as Gideon seems to be. ]
Great, so… I-I’ll see you later in the evening, then? I guess when things here have finished up? We’ll be at the Successful Frog Inn—
[ She clears her throat. ]
One of my friends really likes frogs, so we picked that place because of the name, haha… But I can meet you anywhere!
[ Oh gods, help, she’s so bad at this. How do her charismatic friends manage this?! ]
you have done well my friend
The name of the inn gets a chuckle, but he shakes his head as she tries to defer to him.]
That sounds perfect, sweetheart. I'll be there. Given that I'm passing through town myself, it'd be nice to see what the place has to offer. I walked by it earlier— pretty sure I know exactly where it is.
[Plus, depending on how things go, it's probably more convenient for them to be at her inn than his—]
Looking forward to it. Cross my heart.
[He goes so far as to make the accompanying motion by dragging an index finger over his heart, beneath his open vest. He'll be there!]
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I'm looking forward to it, too...
[ And she manages to resist the urge to try and walk everything back, this time. No but it's okay if you decide not to come after all, or anything. Or else this conversation might go on in circles - and she knows she's close to using up her fortune-telling time.
And on that note, she rises from her seat, glancing back over her shoulder to eye the exit, in hopes that maybe it'll conceal the warmth on her cheeks. ]
A-Anyway, I don't want to hold you up longer than I have, I know there's tons of people waiting to get their fortunes told! I, um. I'll see you later...!
takes destiny into my own hands as I return from the dead
[He echoes her with a grin, followed by a wink— with how on edge she seems to be, he should probably cut her a little slack, be gentle, but it's hard for him to deny who he is. Flirtation comes as naturally to him as breathing, sometimes. He leans back in his seat as she leaves, putting both hands behind his head to rest against before tipping his chin upwards to acknowledge the next customer in line just outside. Drinks are going to be decidedly interesting.
He's good to his word, of course; once he's done with business for the night, he makes his way to the inn she'd named. The crowd there is respectable, with it still being early enough for people to filter in off the street, but not so crowded that they won't be able to chat comfortably— a plus, certainly. He scans the room for some sign of her as he heads towards the bar; fortunately, neither one of them is easy to miss. People like them tend to stand out wherever they go, for better or for worse.]
opens arms!!
If she looks a little bit longing about it, no she doesn’t.
But Gideon is just as easy to spot, and though she seems entranced for a moment she does see him approaching in her periphery. She scrambles up to her feet to greet him, her chair dragging across the floor as she pushes up and splays her hands on the tabletop. ]
Y—You came!
[ Not at all a slight to him but absolutely speaking to her insecurity, she’d begun to think he wouldn’t come after all. ]
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Told you I would. I’m a lot of things, sweetheart, including good to my word. Not a good practice to make promises you don’t intend to keep.
[He may be dishonest in some other areas of his life, but that’s all in the name of showmanship. He tips his chin upwards, directing his gaze towards the bard playing.]
Friend of yours?
[He did, in fact, see that look.]