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[lovelydragoon]

When; January 23, evening.
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Judith lovelydragoon and Tony ironmanic
Summary; Judith is cursed and perhaps more... willing than usual.
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Rather than the usual barely-there outfits she might normally be wearing, Judith could be seen wandering around town in a long-sleeve shirt and jeans that Yuri had so nicely found for her that morning. Even after wearing that outfit all day, the feeling of that much fabric against her skin was still a little strange, but she still felt more comfortable than she would have in her more normal attire. It was nice given the chilly weather, and more importantly, she had avoided a good bit of unwanted attention from strangers. Her usual clothes got looks--ones she usually was perfectly happy to attract--that these ones didn't. She imagined a few people had had some less-than-savory thoughts about her regardless, but they at least hadn't been made readily apparent to her. All in all, she'd had a fairly good day.

By this time it was getting late, but she wasn't quite ready to head home just yet. Feeling a bit restless, maybe. So she walked around town, not really having any particular destination in mind, just going wherever her feet happened to carry her.

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[lovelydragoon]

She peered back at him for a moment, reading intentions. This curse hadn't made her any less perceptive, but it had made her a little paranoid. Given the way he'd interacted with her before...

But either way, that offer seemed pretty innocent. She couldn't find anything wrong with a simple snack, regardless of prior comments from the man offering.

"I guess that sounds alright." She kept her eyes on him for a moment, watching his reaction, then nodded to one side. "There's a nice little cafe just down the street, if that sounds okay to you."

[ironmanic]

"Absolutely perfect. In fact, I really need a coffee right now, so even more than perfect. Life-saving." He said is quite seriously -- and in his opinion, coffee is really quite serious. "Lead the way."

He could sense her paranoia, and he didn't blame her for it. Either way, she accepted his offer, and he really couldn't care less. He was a playboy, and these reactions, while rare, weren't surprising.

[lovelydragoon]

If only he knew her better, he might notice how odd that paranoia actually was. Usually she gladly accepted any attention she got and wouldn't have had the slightest concern about something as simple as going somewhere to get a snack. Usually she would have been perfectly confident in her ability to resist anything further he might try. She never had any need to be paranoid. Tonight... well, tonight was just different.

Her only response to the idea of getting coffee being life-saving was an amused sort of questioning look before she turned to go to the cafe. It wasn't far down the street and soon they were in front of the door. "Here we are."

[ironmanic]

"Quaint. Homey. Cute?" He looked around vaguely before making his way toward the counter, ordering a black coffee - strong and awakening - and a bagel. Typical cafe food for a man who knew what he liked and liked to stick with it.

"And the lady?" He put on his most charming smirk, stepping to the side so that she could order as well.