Oh Juuuune
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Thread Topic: Oh Juuuune
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Claire nodded. "On the other side of town. I only come this way when I'm going down to the sea."
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“I take it you barely managed to make it to the sea before the rain started pouring?”
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"No, I was there for quite a while, actually," Claire answered. The fire was finally beginning to warm her skin up and dry her dress.
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“Either you were splashing around in the water, or the rain had you soaked before you could make it over here. I’m positive it was the latter, no?” Polo said, leaning his back against one of the walls.
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"It was," Claire nodded.
(Something needs to happen, offer her a bowl of soup or something?) -
(Oo oki :o)
Polo just… abruptly left the conversation. He returned a few moments later with a piping hot bowl of chicken broth. He handed it to Claire.
“Here. Take it. You look very cold.” He said, grabbing a spoon from his shirt pocket and giving it to her as well. -
(XD He just leaves and why does he keep spoons in his pocket?)
Claire looked at him with surprise and suspicion. A complete stranger was giving her a bowl of soup. "I don't have any money with me," she said. She wouldn't be able to give him back whatever the tavern had cost him. -
(He probs grabbed it at the counter where he got the soup :0)
(I mean, I keep random stuff in my backpack like pencils, erasers, candy, wipes, sketching books, and ten million receipts.)
Polo refrained from letting out a bout of laughter when he saw how suspicious she looked. Instead, he let out a low chuckle, his eyes sparkling in amusement.
“Don’t worry, it’s free. No poison no nothin.’” -
Claire glanced up at him. She hesitated before taking the bowl in her hands. She blew on the soup before dipping the spoon in. At the first bite she nearly shuddered in relief at the warmth passing through her body.
"What's your name?" she asked. -
An sly smirk poked at Polo’s expression at Claire’s question. The temptation to have her guess his name was far too enticing, but he decided against it.
“I can guarentee you haven’t heard a name like mine before,” Polo said in a low voice. He fidgeted with the edges of his jacket as he answered her. “The name’s Polo. Polo Madden. -
Claire blinked at him with wide eyes. She'd certainly been told of him but she'd never seen him.
Something in his tone of voice made her stomach shudder. She wasn't sure if it was in a good way or a bad way.
Claire returned to her soup and took another sip of it. She still felt like she was chilled to the bone.
"I've heard about you," was all she said. -
“Only good stuff I pray,” Polo teased. He was being sarcastic. He knew very well that nothing about his name screamed good news. He was well-known around this part of town, and many others.
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Claire stayed silent but gave a small shrug. She wouldn't lie and that they had been good things. Lord knows what he'd think of her, not that she cared.
"Does that mean I'm to be your next victim?" she asked without looking at him. -
“My next what now?”
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"Don't tell me you unintentionally do the things you do," she said. "You likely walk up to a lady in a bar, act courteous and pleasant, and a few days later her heart his broken."
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