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Post by Bathory on Jan 7, 2015 0:56:02 GMT -6
"I don't think so, but Lilith has this thing where she knows shit.
Would never tell me how she does it though."
Lilith looked between the two as the waitress brought her cake and the 3rd latte.
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Post by Cell on Jan 7, 2015 0:57:19 GMT -6
"Well then I'm smart enough to not ask."
Cell says with a tilt of his head.
"If only the rest of my guys could see this meeting."
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Post by Lilith on Jan 7, 2015 0:59:16 GMT -6
"I could imagine the words Bishop would have to say... at your presence with both of us." She looked at the latte as Bathory bit into her muffin.
Just in time for her phone to start ringing.
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Post by Bathory on Jan 7, 2015 1:04:21 GMT -6
"Damnit." She managed to swallow the piece as she leaned grabbed the phone, sliding across the screen to answer.
"What?... having coffee with your sister.. I'll tell her... seriously?" She looked up at Lilith as she rolled her eyes.
"Damien says hi... what do you mean problem? She what?!... No I'll be right there... NO! Do not knock the door down... 5 minutes D, just stop... no I'll get her out."
After that she ended the phone call and looked up with a frustrated smile. Lilith had a 'don't you dare' look.
"I gotta run. Sorry guys."
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Post by Cell on Jan 7, 2015 1:10:11 GMT -6
Cell takes the last bite of his cake before putting his hands in his lap and looking straight ahead as the 20 Bathory threw on the table lands under a glass. Looking over at Lith threw the corner of his eye, a grin forms on his face.
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Post by Lilith on Jan 7, 2015 1:15:48 GMT -6
"Officially... I'm Lilith.." She reached over and grabbed Bath's muffin while using her other hand to slid the cake in front of Cell.
"I've also told her numerous times I don't like Carrot cake..."
Well this was awkward.
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Post by Cell on Jan 7, 2015 1:20:28 GMT -6
"Officially I'm Cell. According Bathory you know that?"
Cell happily accepts the cake.
"Well her mistake is my gain so it could be worse."
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Post by Lilith on Jan 7, 2015 1:24:24 GMT -6
"Yea, I knew that. You're more of a handyman, less 'let's go fight something'..." She took a bite of the muffin as she watched him. Curious of which way this was going to go.
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Post by Cell on Jan 7, 2015 1:27:10 GMT -6
Less shocked by the words co.ing out of her mouth, Cell took the strange opportunity to speak to so.done he would probably never again.
"That's correct madam. Here for for whatever they need, at none of the risk."
Cell looks up at Lilith with a smile.
"Sounds good right?"
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Post by Lilith on Jan 7, 2015 1:28:50 GMT -6
"Sounds boring honestly, no thrill or passion in the sidelines. Life isn't worth living without passion Cell.
Of any kind."
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Post by Cell on Jan 7, 2015 1:30:31 GMT -6
"No one said I wasn't passionate. Granted, I could imagine its the opposite of your style, but my heart and soul go into everything I do and I do more than just what I am asked to. I more of a spinal column and more of a nerve grouping in the Pentecostal body."
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Post by Lilith on Jan 7, 2015 1:33:07 GMT -6
"And what do you think my style is Cell?" She asked, pleasantly surprised by his rebuttal to her statement.
"Hopefully I'm not that readable."
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Post by Cell on Jan 7, 2015 1:36:33 GMT -6
"Well. Look at yourself."
Cell squints and points at Lilith, speaking deeper than normally.
"You obviously have a fire in you, as passionate as you like to be. You mist take action...in everything you do."
Cell leans back again.
"That kind of style."
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Post by Lilith on Jan 7, 2015 10:18:18 GMT -6
"Perceptive, now tell me my style I didn't tell you already. Using the word Passion is a give away. Look deeper Cell."
She leaned towards him, resting her rib cage against the edge of the table, locking eyes with him.
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Post by Cell on Jan 7, 2015 12:27:59 GMT -6
There was a lot of leaning, but he had to match her. Be it for interest or pride, his breath drew deeper than usual. Each breathe giving his spine a tinge as it moved through him.
"People dont engage you, or even interact with you...they experience you. From the very first moment they see you...and that's the way you like it. Impression. Some painful..."
Cell looks down on her body some, feeli g he eyes burning into his own as he met her gaze again.
"...some not. As long as they remember you."
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