[ 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'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.]