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* Cat sits in front of the mirror, applying the last of a vegetable mask from a small bowl. * Dusk is slouching in his chair, one foot propped on an ottoman as he slowly spins a dart in his fingers. * Cat wipes green goop off her fingers and leans back a little, putting rollers in her hair. "You know... you're becoming privy to the secrets of women's beauty, now. I may have to kill you when this is all over to preserve the Sisterhood." <Dusk> ::smirking:: {What makes you think I didn't know, before?} * Cat watches his fingers in the mirror and grins. "You're still alive, aren't you?" <Cat> Or... ::turns around in her chair, grinning at him through her ghoulish face treatment:: Is there something you're not sharing, Dusk? <Dusk> ::smiles mysteriously:: {Would you like to find out?} <Cat> ::eyeing him suspiciously:: What do you mean? <Dusk> ::grins and doesn't answer:: <Cat> Duuuusk! ::fumes a little, gripping the chairback, chewing on her lip:: Okay then. Yes, I would like to find out. Curiosity killed the cat, you know. And you're supposed to be bodyguarding me. ::grins:: * Dusk laughs soundlessly. {And what is it you want me to reveal? Whether I'm secretly undead, or secretly a woman?} <Cat> ::laughs:: Well... if you were secretly a woman, it would explain why Dawn can never afford one. ::winks:: <Dusk> ::grins:: <Cat> C'mon, give! What did you mean, find out? <Dusk> ::flips his dart with a grin:: {Well, I could *show* you...} * Cat looks intensely curious, turning back for a moment to grab a thin towel and wrap it over her curlers before getting up to sit on the floor at the foot of Dusk's chair. <Dusk> ::laughs again:: {You are a dangerous woman.} <Cat> Oh, come now! I'm not very dangerous at all. I just know dangerous people. ::smiles winningly at him:: <Dusk> {That counts. What do you think Angel would do to me?} <Cat> If you did what? C'mon, *you* started it! <Dusk> ::shakes his head, laughing:: {My bluff is called... What are you actually curious about, dare I ask?} <Cat> Oh, bah! You were *bluffing*? ::sticks her tongue out at him:: <Dusk> ::grins and shrugs:: {Do I *look* stupid enough to flirt seriously with my boss's wife?} <Cat> ::looks surprised, and faintly pleased:: You were flirting with me? Really? <Dusk> ::looks at her suspiciously:: {Were you *seriously* implying you thought I might be a woman?} <Cat> ::grinning:: Well... you never know. You *are* awfully mysterious at times. ::grins wider:: And you're easy to talk to. <Dusk> ::snorts:: {But for two things, I would be tempted to show you how much of a man I am.} <Cat> ::eyes widening a little:: I *was* kidding, Dusk. Honestly. I'm not trying to, well... ::blushes a little:: ...question your masculinity, or anything. ::cocks her head, studying him musingly:: Angel... and... Dawn? <Dusk> ::grins:: {I know. Smart girl.} <Cat> ::sighs, resting her chin on her knees:: Well... sometimes. <Dusk> {Don't smear your goo. You're smart enough. Are you still brooding about Dawn? He'll be fine.} <Cat> ::absently:: Won't smear. It seals. Humectant. ::wipes a finger across one green cheek and displays it to him-- clean:: Dawn, yes... and... I just feel a little... overawed by all this, I guess. I suppose I still feel like a sheep. <Dusk> {You're not a sheep. You said earlier, it felt like everyone here was watching you... That's not a sheep feeling. Sheep are *more* content in their herds.} <Cat> Mmm... but... ::jerks her chin towards the street:: I don't feel like part of that herd anymore. And... I worry that they're all going to know that as soon as I step back into public. <Dusk> ::grins:: {First: Sheep are complacent and trusting. Hide your claws and fangs, and they'll never notice. Second: You are masquerading as a woman recently out of mourning. Anything they think odd will be attributed to that.} <Cat> Hm. You're probably right. ::pouts a little and inspects her recently-polished fingernails:: I don't *feel* like I have claws and fangs, though. ::grins:: Maybe I should go look up that Lisl woman again and get her to bite me. <Dusk> ::grimaces:: {Not funny. And you *do* have fangs.} ::he flips his dart again:: {Me, for one.} <Cat> ::giggles:: Sort of... fang dentures? I must be a pretty funny-looking predator. <Dusk> ::shrugs:: {The analogy only stretches so far... The Guild protects its own. Ink is no fighter, either. But if she were in danger, we would shield her.} <Cat> ::nods to his hand as he flips the dart:: What *do* you do when you miss? That's... ::frowns at the color of the dart, her eyes going a little distant for a moment:: Widow's kiss, isn't it? ::she blinks, and adds dryly:: How apropos. <Dusk> ::eyes the tip of his dart:: {No; I changed the arsenal. I'm not carrying anything lethal these days. And I haven't missed in a *long* time. But I keep my antidotes on me at all times.} * Cat nods, smiling a little, lifting her hand and flexing her fingers uncertainly for a moment. {I married me quite a set of in-laws, didn't I?} <Dusk> ::looks at her seriously for a moment:: {We were afraid he'd leave the Guild for you.} <Cat> ::biting her lip, relaxing her hands again:: I... ::meeting Dusk's eyes:: He would have, had I asked it... and it would have torn him apart. ::shakes her head:: The Guild is part of him, he loves playing the Game. And I love *him*. All of him. <Dusk> ::grins:: {Too bad. You're stuck with us, then.} <Cat> ::smiles:: {I can think of much worse people to be with.} <Dusk> ::laughs:: {I should be offended. We're supposed to be the worst of the worst.} ::he pats her hand and tucks his dart back into his sleeve:: {You should get some rest.} <Cat> ::nods:: You, too, Dusk. I'll need your eyes and ears, too. * Cat gets to her feet with a sigh and stretches, clawing at the edges of her face and peeling the mask away in one neat piece. She wipes her face. "There! *Much* better!" * Dusk nods and slouches more comfortably into the chair, propping both feet up on the ottoman and folding his hands over his stomach. He leans his head back and closes his eyes. * Cat smiles perkily at Dusk and slides into bed, blowing out the light. "G'night, Fang. Sleep sweet." <Dusk> ::waves one hand lazily:: * Cat slips into sleep, casting her mind out towards the docks in her dreams. |
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