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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 6, 2007 20:03:04 GMT -5
::Pietro had dressed in a navy blue suit with white shirt and blue tie. The dress code at the restaurant, which thankfully still existed, was not so strict, but this was a first date, and he had been raised properly. He expected nothing less than anyone who would ask for his sister's company, and he could do nothing but dress in kind for Typhoid. The only aspect of his appearance not formal were his boots. He had polished them, but he couldn't not wear them; formal shoes were too slippery for him to run in. And he never wore shoes that took away his ability to run, should the need arise.
A quick stop at the grocery store and a remembered comment about chocolate had resulted in a bouquet of solid chocolate roses. He checked the clock in his room, before walking to hers and knocking for her.::
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 6, 2007 20:14:39 GMT -5
Hearing the knock, Ty turned round from her dresser, where she'd been putting in a small pair of silver earrings borrowed from Phoebe. The dress was borrowed as well, emerald green with off the shoulder long sleeves, only slightly above the knee. It flowed, and she'd liked it so much when she saw it Phoebe had just grinned and said "I'm never getting this back, am I?" She'd added a fleur de lis necklace and pulled the sides of her hair back from her face in a small clip, slipping into black heels as she went to answer the door.
The corners of her eyes crinkled in smile when she saw Pietro standing there. "Hi."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 6, 2007 20:19:11 GMT -5
"Hello," ::Pietro greeted, incling his head. She was beautiful in that dress, even more than he usually found her. He held the bouquet out towards here.:: "These are for you."
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 6, 2007 20:28:44 GMT -5
She smiled even as she turned red- Tim had done alot for her, but the simple act of giving a girl flowers (even chocolate ones) seemed to escape him. "Thank you," she said, taking them carefully and going to put them on her dresser, returning to the door with a light shawl on her shoulders; it was cooler outside, and restaurants could get cold. "Where to now?" she asked, curious.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 6, 2007 20:31:01 GMT -5
::Pietro crooked his arm towards her, so she could take it if she was so inclined.:: "The restaurant is called Rocco's; it is in Manhattan, if you don't mind the drive."
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 6, 2007 20:32:58 GMT -5
She slid her arm under his, after closing the door. "Of course not."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 6, 2007 20:38:46 GMT -5
::Pietro walked with her down the hall, the stairs, and out towards the garage to borrow the Acura for the drive. It was easier and more comfortable than public transporation or a taxi cab.:: "Has your week improved these past few days?"
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 6, 2007 20:40:14 GMT -5
She nodded. "I suppose so. I've kept to myself most of the time, except for the hours that Mary is out. This is about the highlight of my week, I think."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 6, 2007 20:44:47 GMT -5
"Is she behaving?" ::Pietro asked, concerned. His introduction to Mary had not left him with a high opinion; she left Typhoid with such distress, but there was little he could do about it.::
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 6, 2007 20:48:38 GMT -5
"For the most part. Scared the crap out of a few students, but nothing major." Typhoid had wondered secretly if since Tim was no longer a factor in her life, Mary would choose to disregard his warning about killing anyone. So far, she hadn't, but that didn't leave Typhoid convinced of anything. "She fights me, every time."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 6, 2007 20:51:13 GMT -5
::Pietro frowned slightly at that. He respected Typhoid's strength, but fighting for control of herself every day must wear her down. As they approached the Acura, he asked,:: "Is there a way to keep her from fighting?"
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 6, 2007 20:56:32 GMT -5
"I don't know," she admitted. "Sometimes, the alters help, other times, it's like they aren't even there." He was steering her towards a car she assumed was either his or Xavier's. Finally she shook her head at herself. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to say all this at once."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 6, 2007 21:00:19 GMT -5
"Don't apologize," ::Pietro replied sincerely. She trusted him with this information, and he would listen to it, to know as much as he could, to know her as well as he could. When they reached the car, he unlocked the passenger door, holding it open for her.:: "May I ask a question?"
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 6, 2007 21:03:18 GMT -5
She regarded him curiously as she got in the passenger seat, nodding in thanks for him opening the door. "Anything."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 6, 2007 21:09:15 GMT -5
::When she, and her dress, were clear of the door, Pietro shut it and circled the car to the driver's seat. He opened it, slid inside, and shut his door. After seeing Mary, the question of how many others there could be arose. If he was to know her, he wanted to know who else to expect, lest he react rashly.:: "How many alters are there?"
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