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Post by Typhoid on Sept 7, 2008 21:00:06 GMT -5
She made a philosophic gesture, abruptly changing the subject. There was only so much one could say about sleeping, and the fact that she was even having a straightforward conversation with Odin was rather like a chapter out of The Twilight Zone. "You are much more personable when you're not trying to be a smart ass," she said frankly.
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Post by Odin on Sept 7, 2008 21:10:49 GMT -5
::Odin rubbed his eyes and gave himself the strength he needed to try his glasses again. Despite not wanting to deal with the weight, he needed them for the turn the conversation had taken. He could hardly reciprocate serious discussion while blind. In moments like these, he wished for a different pair of glasses, although it wouldn't resolve the underlying problem; lenses could only be sliced so much while maintaining their prescription.
He slipped the frames into place, and clarity was upon him. Visual clarity, as he still had the headache and the utter exhaustion. His eyes remained on hers for a moment, as though studying her, before he replied,:: "For the record, I don't 'try' to be, and I'm quite personable if you get to know me."
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 7, 2008 21:30:50 GMT -5
She had to chuckle a little. "All right, fair enough, but the last two times I've talked to you, you've either been reading my powers, suppressing them, or asking questions just to see if I'll reply like you want. It's a little odd."
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Post by Odin on Sept 7, 2008 21:39:10 GMT -5
"The second time was an arrangement," ::Odin pointed out. She had called for it, he had come willingly, and as he hadn't heard back on that front, he assumed she was satisfied with services rendered. As for the first time, they had been at a bar, and he was striking up conversation. If memory served, which it usually did, she had made eye contact.:: "As for the rest of it, then perhaps I'm a little odd."
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 7, 2008 21:43:04 GMT -5
"So it was," she said, inclining her head and then standing, clearing her trash from the table and back on to her tray. "And aren't we all?"
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Post by Odin on Sept 7, 2008 21:44:51 GMT -5
::Odin had encountered more than enough people to agree with the sentiment. Everyone had his own peculiar personality quirks, which made conversation far more interesting.:: "Yes, but you brought it up."
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 7, 2008 21:58:13 GMT -5
"It seemed to bring you out of your stupor," she replied.
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Post by Odin on Sept 7, 2008 22:04:10 GMT -5
"Conversation is stimulating," ::Odin replied. Mental exercises, and coffee, were what kept him going each day. He needed it more this week than usual.::
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 7, 2008 22:13:33 GMT -5
"At least it helped," she said, understanding what it was like to handle insomnia. She paused, then said, "And I never thanked you, either."
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Post by Odin on Sept 7, 2008 22:25:29 GMT -5
::Odin vaguely recalled that there had been an expression of gratitude, or so he believed. If he were in a clearer state of mind, he would be certain one way or another. For now, he took her at her word, and made a gesture of his hand to say "it was nothing.":: "I'm glad to hear it's worked out."
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 8, 2008 19:46:42 GMT -5
She nodded, prepared to leave the gratitude at that. She wasn't big on emotional thanks. "Should I leave you to your insomnia?" she asked, preparing to take her tray to the trash and do just that, slight humor in her voice.
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Post by Odin on Sept 8, 2008 19:53:47 GMT -5
"If you find my company so abhorrent," ::Odin replied, before rubbing his eyes. He would be awake, despite how utterly exhausted he felt.:: "At the moment, I wouldn't mind the company."
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 8, 2008 19:59:38 GMT -5
She gave him an appraising look, then after a moment a nod. "Give me a minute." Keeping someone company for a little while was the least possible she could do when the person in question had given her control over her most troublesome of powers. She disposed of her trash, went to the line at the cashiers, and returned after a few minutes with a refill of her soda and a slice of Hershey's pie, resuming her seat. "I don't think you'll find me a stellar conversationalist."
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Post by Odin on Sept 8, 2008 20:09:37 GMT -5
::Odin acknowledged that with a nod; he'd noticed that at the Hellfire Club; it had been more forgivable the second time they met, all matters considered. Not everyone was precluded towards conversation.:: "If they served real coffee here, I could talk enough for both of us."
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 8, 2008 20:20:53 GMT -5
"What qualifies as real coffee?" she asked with a quirk of the corner of her mouth.
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