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Post by Odin on Jun 30, 2008 12:14:44 GMT -5
::Odin took another sip, then lowered the cup, let his hands rest on either side to feel the warmth through the ceramic.:: "It's a traveler's factoid."
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Post by miranda on Jun 30, 2008 12:26:20 GMT -5
"Not exactly a traveller," she added with a small smile, then looking down into her mug as she lowered it to the tabletop.
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Post by Odin on Jun 30, 2008 12:30:55 GMT -5
"You came here from out West," ::Odin pointed out, although traveling wasn't synonymous with being a traveler. He was a traveler, or he had been. Now he'd settled.::
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Post by miranda on Jun 30, 2008 12:37:00 GMT -5
"I guess," she replied with a small shrug of her shoulders. "But it's not like I was travelling for the sake of seeing the world."
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Post by Odin on Jun 30, 2008 12:46:06 GMT -5
::That was a point Odin had to concede, and he did so with a nod. Purpose played more of a role in traveling than destination.:: "There's always the future."
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Post by miranda on Jun 30, 2008 12:51:20 GMT -5
"Yeah," she admitted quietly, running her thumb along the handle of her mug slowly. "I doubt I'll be doing much travelling yet. It costs money."
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Post by Odin on Jun 30, 2008 12:52:58 GMT -5
::Odin hadn't intended to suggest she do any now, but he'd pegged her age, and there was plenty of time. They were in similar situations, trying to find their paths in the world.:: "That's what the life pyramid is for: job, then apartment, then traveling. Most people would shove a boyfriend in there somewhere, also."
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Post by miranda on Jun 30, 2008 12:54:49 GMT -5
"I imagine so," she said with a small smile, then looking across to him. "Well, you've got a job, and an apartment. Not bothered about finding another half?"
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Post by Odin on Jun 30, 2008 13:01:36 GMT -5
::Odin's thoughts briefly drifted to the news he'd received which had brought him to the Hellfire Club the last he'd been. Before that, he thought of his sabbatical in Chicago after his encounter with Laudine Piercefield and her spiked heels of pain.
His thoughts came back to the present, and he shook his head. It wasn't for him.:: "Men like me don't have other halves."
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Post by miranda on Jun 30, 2008 13:04:21 GMT -5
Stacy watched him slowly, feeling his emotiosn flicker and change, but not mentioning it. This topic seemed to be painful for him. "I guess you could say women like me don't either."
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Post by Odin on Jun 30, 2008 13:12:23 GMT -5
::Odin's expression shifted to one of understanding, almost what could be described as sympathetic solidarity. But it flickered out, shifted to his usual expression, and he lifted his coffee to his lips again, before speaking.:: "Then this rooming situation should work out well. No late-night orgies."
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Post by miranda on Jun 30, 2008 13:25:49 GMT -5
Stacy lifted her mug, about to take a sip when she burst out into soft laughter at his words. "Aw, darn," she said teasingly.
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Post by Odin on Jun 30, 2008 13:30:20 GMT -5
::Odin smiled a half-grin at her laughter; his sense of humor had returned. That was certain.:: "I'm sorry to disappoint."
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Post by miranda on Jun 30, 2008 13:38:55 GMT -5
"I'll get over it," she told him with a small smirk, waving a hand dismissively.
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Post by Odin on Jun 30, 2008 13:46:46 GMT -5
"I'd hope so; it's a non-negotiable issue," ::Odin replied gravely, despite the expression on his lips.::
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