Post by Astaire Kingston on Sept 15, 2012 10:40:51 GMT -7
Meeting at Emma's hotel room had its pluses, as there would be no fear of being overheard. They could talk freely. That was just what Astaire planned to do. He wanted to be completely frank about his thoughts on the subject of having abilities, and he wanted her to be honest as well, without having to speak in riddles.
She was dressed more casually than Astaire was, but then again, Astaire seldom dressed casually, in the general sense of the term. Yet he had managed to not look as though he were meeting his bosses or the like, which ended up being a good thing. He noticed the bandage on her leg, and chuckled silently as he glanced at it, but otherwise said nothing on the subject.
"Good evening, Emma." He gave her a fairly warm smile as she approached him, but otherwise his reaction to her embrace was not as relaxed as it should have been. Being the loner that he was, he became quite awkward when people were less than formal with him. The moment soon passed, though, and he entered the room once she invited him in.
The hotel room was no less than he had expected; its furnishings and spaciousness denoted it as one of the best the city had to offer. There was a bar, of course. Astaire did not usually drink, but he also knew he should not refuse her offer, or else he would have to explain why it was he did not drink, and that would just be unsettling.
"A glass of wine, maybe. I'm not picky," he said with a little smile. He joined her not far from the bar, so she would not have to walk far with the drinks. He would have poured the drinks himself, but he seemed to remember that that was considered out of place for a guest. It had been some time since he had last been someone's guest, or even spent time with anyone at all.
She was dressed more casually than Astaire was, but then again, Astaire seldom dressed casually, in the general sense of the term. Yet he had managed to not look as though he were meeting his bosses or the like, which ended up being a good thing. He noticed the bandage on her leg, and chuckled silently as he glanced at it, but otherwise said nothing on the subject.
"Good evening, Emma." He gave her a fairly warm smile as she approached him, but otherwise his reaction to her embrace was not as relaxed as it should have been. Being the loner that he was, he became quite awkward when people were less than formal with him. The moment soon passed, though, and he entered the room once she invited him in.
The hotel room was no less than he had expected; its furnishings and spaciousness denoted it as one of the best the city had to offer. There was a bar, of course. Astaire did not usually drink, but he also knew he should not refuse her offer, or else he would have to explain why it was he did not drink, and that would just be unsettling.
"A glass of wine, maybe. I'm not picky," he said with a little smile. He joined her not far from the bar, so she would not have to walk far with the drinks. He would have poured the drinks himself, but he seemed to remember that that was considered out of place for a guest. It had been some time since he had last been someone's guest, or even spent time with anyone at all.