[ he's prepared to gently encourage the other man's agreement with pheromones if necessary, but it turns out there's no need. just having a mutant show up at random on your temporary doorstep is apparently tempting enough--hah--to make marcus put off his bedtime a little longer.
the request earns a flirtatious smile, fingers brushing the ex-priest's as he accepts the flask. ] Plying me with drinks already? Why Mr. Keane. [ he salutes him with the flask, then takes a drink from it, handing it back and thumbing up an escaped drop of water from the corner of his mouth. ] I did hear you were on downstairs' shit-list.
[ he "heard" it the same way he saw the exorcism footage, by being very good at what he does. people may have died. considering the sorts of people they were, though, nothing of value to the planet was lost.
he jerks his chin slightly toward the diner across the street. ] Think that place serves decent coffee, at least?
[ Marcus watches Akihiro closely as he seemingly takes a drink of the holy water... and in case the wetness on the other man's lip is a ruse, gives the flask a little shake when he takes it back. Just to confirm there's less in there now. Never taking his eyes off the stranger, watching his eyes... but after confirming the water was consumed and theres no reaction whatsoever? He's convinced. ]
You heard correctly. I'm eager to learn why that matters to you at all. And please, call me Marcus.
[ He tucks the flask away and steps forward agreeably -- the diner's as good a place as any by his standards. Which are terrible, for the record. Akihiro looks well dressed and groomed enough that he's going to be unimpressed by a roadside diner across from a hotel that can charge either nightly or hourly, but to Marcus a meal is a meal. ]
Not really. But it's always fresh, and that's about all you can ask for at a dollar a cup.
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the request earns a flirtatious smile, fingers brushing the ex-priest's as he accepts the flask. ] Plying me with drinks already? Why Mr. Keane. [ he salutes him with the flask, then takes a drink from it, handing it back and thumbing up an escaped drop of water from the corner of his mouth. ] I did hear you were on downstairs' shit-list.
[ he "heard" it the same way he saw the exorcism footage, by being very good at what he does. people may have died. considering the sorts of people they were, though, nothing of value to the planet was lost.
he jerks his chin slightly toward the diner across the street. ] Think that place serves decent coffee, at least?
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You heard correctly. I'm eager to learn why that matters to you at all. And please, call me Marcus.
[ He tucks the flask away and steps forward agreeably -- the diner's as good a place as any by his standards. Which are terrible, for the record. Akihiro looks well dressed and groomed enough that he's going to be unimpressed by a roadside diner across from a hotel that can charge either nightly or hourly, but to Marcus a meal is a meal. ]
Not really. But it's always fresh, and that's about all you can ask for at a dollar a cup.